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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ In Debra's last life, she loved Juan so much, but everyone knew that the one he cherished was Shelia. After Debra was drained of her last bit of value by Juan, she tragically died on the operating table. Reborn in this life, Debra swears never to repeat the same mistakes, and she will make Juan regret what he has done! "Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she died from postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. But it couldn't be her
 Right? With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could he do this to me? I thought he cared. I thought I was the most important person in his life. I was like a sister to him, and now I am his wife! After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they decided to take me in. I grew up with Owen. We used to be inseparable. At first, he was like a brother to me. But as we grew older, things changed
 He went from an awkward, geeky boy to a tall, handsome young man. I changed with the years, too. Puberty transformed me from a skinny little girl into a fit, voluptuous young woman. My dark brown hair grew long and wavy, spreading on my shoulders like seaweed. My bright green eyes with soft sight were framed by long black lashes. My fair skin and slim figure let me win the admiration of many Suitors. Owen always said he loved my eyes. He said my eyes were as charming as a clear lake. Since we were teens, we felt a strange, forbidden attraction to one another. But neither of us ever dared to admit it. Until that one fateful night, when we shared our first kiss. We got married when we were 22 years old. I couldn’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. I always thought we knew each other best. I thought nothing could ever come between us. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why
 I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn’t answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why he treated me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Owen may not love me love before. Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it for many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie
? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please
” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know him very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When we seeing the private doctor. I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen
 What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we know each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t 
 Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice
” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treated me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my that necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other
 But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life were ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? They put her in the hospital! I can’t believe your jealousy would drive you this far!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If there is anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepared your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Okay, good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning. Oh, and I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you.” Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 Haley hadn't seen her husband William for a week and when she finally called him in the evening he seemed annoyed. "I have a meeting now. Excuse me." He brushed hang up the phone before she could say a word. Haley felt a little disappointed since tonight marked their third anniversary. Anyway, she decided to stay awake until he got home. Bored, she picked up her phone, checking into her tiktok to kil-l time. Just then, a piece of news popped up, featuring NK Enterprise, her husband's company. Excited, Haley tapped into the news; "William Nash, Famous CEO of NK Enterprise, Checks Into Hotel With his Mystery Girlfriend, Relationship Revealed" Her William? Haley's eyes glued to her phone's screen, shock and disbelief taking over when she saw the image of her husband entering the Hotel, his arm snaked around a woman's waist. Haley couldn’t believe her husband was with a woman. She must be mistaken. Sinking in confusion was pointless. Haley dialed his number. On her third trial, he finally picked up. “What's up?” he asked coldly. Haley inhaled deeply, controlling her emotions. “Liam, where are you? Today's our 3rd anniversary, remember?” “So?” he said through his careless tone, “Not coming home. Sleep by yourself.” His voice holding no remorse, a gut-wrenching punch to her pride. Just then, a female voice, soft and seductive, came on the phone. “Willy, I'm thirsty.” Willy? Even Haley wasn't allowed to call him that. He truly was with a woman! The phone beeped. He hung up the call. Haley sank onto the bed, her thoughts spinning and that voice echoing. It was Leah! Liam’s secretary who looked a lot like his Ex. Dazed, Haley's gaze fell on the decorations; her hard work. Tears blurred Haley's vision. Suddenly, a message notification appeared. [I'm pre-gnant. It's time for me to become the new Mrs. Nash.] Haley gripped the phone, her body trembling. It was from Leah. She'd been having second thoughts whenever she wanted to leave the man, but now she gave up her last hope. Haley stood up and retrieved the document she'd hidden in a corner of the closet and signed her name on it. Tears that reminded her of how weak and helpless she'd reduced herself to all in this marriage. Never again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 842 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449112626_2219626285038260_1025497497506439918_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KZm7tLNv60EQ7kNvgHV4RQ4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJ8X3ONxY_vOf4UIUPiWLiE&oh=00_AYDcXJgNy7StkpoMz6eh1akdzkinW6TLsmz78b9uRlLO9Q&oe=6745ADEE PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 Haley hadn't seen her husband William for a week and when she finally called him in the evening he seemed annoyed. "I have a meeting now. Excuse me." He brushed hang up the phone before she could say a word. Haley felt a little disappointed since tonight marked their third anniversary. Anyway, she decided to stay awake until he got home. Bored, she picked up her phone, checking into her tiktok to kil-l time. Just then, a piece of news popped up, featuring NK Enterprise, her husband's company. Excited, Haley tapped into the news; "William Nash, Famous CEO of NK Enterprise, Checks Into Hotel With his Mystery Girlfriend, Relationship Revealed" Her William? Haley's eyes glued to her phone's screen, shock and disbelief taking over when she saw the image of her husband entering the Hotel, his arm snaked around a woman's waist. Haley couldn’t believe her husband was with a woman. She must be mistaken. Sinking in confusion was pointless. Haley dialed his number. On her third trial, he finally picked up. “What's up?” he asked coldly. Haley inhaled deeply, controlling her emotions. “Liam, where are you? Today's our 3rd anniversary, remember?” “So?” he said through his careless tone, “Not coming home. Sleep by yourself.” His voice holding no remorse, a gut-wrenching punch to her pride. Just then, a female voice, soft and seductive, came on the phone. “Willy, I'm thirsty.” Willy? Even Haley wasn't allowed to call him that. He truly was with a woman! The phone beeped. He hung up the call. Haley sank onto the bed, her thoughts spinning and that voice echoing. It was Leah! Liam’s secretary who looked a lot like his Ex. Dazed, Haley's gaze fell on the decorations; her hard work. Tears blurred Haley's vision. Suddenly, a message notification appeared. [I'm pre-gnant. It's time for me to become the new Mrs. Nash.] Haley gripped the phone, her body trembling. It was from Leah. She'd been having second thoughts whenever she wanted to leave the man, but now she gave up her last hope. Haley stood up and retrieved the document she'd hidden in a corner of the closet and signed her name on it. Tears that reminded her of how weak and helpless she'd reduced herself to all in this marriage. Never again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 842 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449112626_2219626285038260_1025497497506439918_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KZm7tLNv60EQ7kNvgHV4RQ4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJ8X3ONxY_vOf4UIUPiWLiE&oh=00_AYDcXJgNy7StkpoMz6eh1akdzkinW6TLsmz78b9uRlLO9Q&oe=6745ADEE PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 Haley hadn't seen her husband William for a week and when she finally called him in the evening he seemed annoyed. "I have a meeting now. Excuse me." He brushed hang up the phone before she could say a word. Haley felt a little disappointed since tonight marked their third anniversary. Anyway, she decided to stay awake until he got home. Bored, she picked up her phone, checking into her tiktok to kil-l time. Just then, a piece of news popped up, featuring NK Enterprise, her husband's company. Excited, Haley tapped into the news; "William Nash, Famous CEO of NK Enterprise, Checks Into Hotel With his Mystery Girlfriend, Relationship Revealed" Her William? Haley's eyes glued to her phone's screen, shock and disbelief taking over when she saw the image of her husband entering the Hotel, his arm snaked around a woman's waist. Haley couldn’t believe her husband was with a woman. She must be mistaken. Sinking in confusion was pointless. Haley dialed his number. On her third trial, he finally picked up. “What's up?” he asked coldly. Haley inhaled deeply, controlling her emotions. “Liam, where are you? Today's our 3rd anniversary, remember?” “So?” he said through his careless tone, “Not coming home. Sleep by yourself.” His voice holding no remorse, a gut-wrenching punch to her pride. Just then, a female voice, soft and seductive, came on the phone. “Willy, I'm thirsty.” Willy? Even Haley wasn't allowed to call him that. He truly was with a woman! The phone beeped. He hung up the call. Haley sank onto the bed, her thoughts spinning and that voice echoing. It was Leah! Liam’s secretary who looked a lot like his Ex. Dazed, Haley's gaze fell on the decorations; her hard work. Tears blurred Haley's vision. Suddenly, a message notification appeared. [I'm pre-gnant. It's time for me to become the new Mrs. Nash.] Haley gripped the phone, her body trembling. It was from Leah. She'd been having second thoughts whenever she wanted to leave the man, but now she gave up her last hope. Haley stood up and retrieved the document she'd hidden in a corner of the closet and signed her name on it. Tears that reminded her of how weak and helpless she'd reduced herself to all in this marriage. Never again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 842 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449112626_2219626285038260_1025497497506439918_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KZm7tLNv60EQ7kNvgHV4RQ4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJ8X3ONxY_vOf4UIUPiWLiE&oh=00_AYDcXJgNy7StkpoMz6eh1akdzkinW6TLsmz78b9uRlLO9Q&oe=6745ADEE PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly
 unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Where’d Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a woman’s sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husband’s so-called best friend. “What were you thinking when you got married to such a tough woman like Arielle? How could she make you pick her up late from work? You should be resting after a stressful day instead of being her driver!” “I did it willingly for my wife,” I heard Jared’s steady, deep voice. “You changed, Jared. This isn’t you. What has your wife done to you?” “Huh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?” “Stop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!” Sofia’s shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? “Shut up! Don’t drag me into your divorce!” Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didn’t ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotional
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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ It was 1 AM when I woke up from a bad dream. I was all alone. Where’d Jared run off to? I propped up my slightly round belly and headed downstairs to find him. Just as I approached the hallway, a woman’s sweet voice became clearer. It was Sofia, my husband’s so-called best friend. “What were you thinking when you got married to such a tough woman like Arielle? How could she make you pick her up late from work? You should be resting after a stressful day instead of being her driver!” “I did it willingly for my wife,” I heard Jared’s steady, deep voice. “You changed, Jared. This isn’t you. What has your wife done to you?” “Huh? You failed your marriage, now judge mine?” “Stop it Jared, you know it, you know I divorced my husband because of you!” Sofia’s shrill voice cried out. My eyes widened. What the hell? “Shut up! Don’t drag me into your divorce!” Jared snapped, his voice laced with fury but it didn’t ease the weight in my chest. I had ever seen him act so emotional
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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 â€ïžđŸ˜What happens next👉 Chapter 1 Yvette Snyder stood at the entrance of the hospital, her body frail, clutching a report in her thin hands. Three words on the report stood out: "No conception detected". "You've been married for three years. How are you not conceived?" Her mother, Yara Cadwell, demanded, jabbing a finger in Yvette's face disappointedly. Yara was dressed lavishly and wore high heels. "Why are you so useless? If you don't get conceived soon, the Lanes are going to kick you out of the family. What's going to happen to our family then?" Yvette looked at Yara blankly. She had a lot to say, but the words were stuck in her throat. In the end, all she could manage was, "I'm sorry." "I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to give birth to Xavier's child. Do you understand me?" Yvette's throat felt tight; she didn't know how to answer Yara. In their three years of marriage, her husband, Xavier Lane, had never slept with her. How could she ever have his child? Yara stared at Yvette. The latter's weak demeanor was so unlike her own. Finally, she said coldly before leaving, "If you really can't give him a child, then find him a woman who can. At least he'll appreciate you for that." Yvette stared after Yara's retreating figure in disbelief. Had her own mother just told her to find another woman for her husband to sleep with? ... As Yvette made her journey home, she couldn't stop thinking about Yara's parting words. Suddenly, a loud ringing in her ear drowned out her thoughts. She knew that her condition had worsened. Just then, she received a message on her phone. It was from Xavier, and the content was the same as always. "I'm not coming home tonight." In the past three years they had been married, Xavier had never spent the night at home before. He had never so much as touched Yvette either. Yvette could remember their wedding night three years ago. He had told her, "Since your family is bold enough to trick me into marrying you, you'd better be prepared to spend the rest of your life in loneliness." Three years ago, the Snyder and Lane families had decided to form an alliance through marriage. Both families had agreed to mutually beneficial terms in the agreement. But when the day of the wedding came around, the Snyder family went back on their word and transferred all of their assets away, including the billions that Xavier had paid to marry Yvette. Yvette's eyes dulled at the memory. She replied to Xavier's text with her usual response: "Okay." Without her realizing it, the report she was holding got scrunched up in her hands. When she got home, Yvette tossed the report into the trash can. Every month, around this time, she would feel unusually lethargic. Yvette didn't prepare dinner for herself. She just leaned back on the couch, blearily drifting in and out of sleep. The rumbling in her ear persisted. That was another reason why Xavier hated her—she was hard of hearing, which, to the rich and powerful, was no better than being crippled. Xavier would never allow her to carry his child. 
 At 5 o'clock in the morning, the pendulum clock on the wall chimed dully. Xavier would be home in an hour. Yvette realized too late that she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up hastily and went to the kitchen to prepare Xavier's breakfast. Xavier was a meticulous man who was strict about punctuality, not only with himself but also with the people around him. He arrived home at six o'clock sharp. Xavier was a tall and handsome man. Clad in a smart tailored suit, his demeanor was quiet and reserved, yet undoubtedly masculine. However, to Yvette, he was cold and distant. Xavier didn't even look at Yvette. He walked right past her to look at the food on the table and said with a scoff, "You do this every day. Are you a nanny or what?" Over the past three years, Yvette had been doing the same things over and over again. She wore the same dark clothes and replied to his messages with the same singular word. If it hadn't been for the business alliance and the Snyders' deceit, Xavier would never have married a woman like Yvette. At the word "nanny", the rumbling in Yvette's ears returned. She swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat, and said bravely, "Xav, do you have someone that you like?" Her sudden question surprised Xavier. His eyes darkened. "What do you mean by that?" Yvette raised her head and stared at him, swallowing the bile rising in the back of her throat. "If you love someone else, you can be with her—" Before she could finish, Xavier interrupted her. "You're mad." ... After Xavier left, Yvette sat on the balcony alone, staring out into the cold rain. The sound of the raindrops drifted in and out of clarity. She took off her hearing aids, letting the world around her fall into silence. A month ago, her doctor had told her, "Ms. Snyder, there's been a pathological change in your auditory nerves and some of your cranial nerves, causing your hearing to worsen. If this goes on, you may lose your hearing completely." Not used to a silent world, Yvette went to the living room and turned on the television. She turned up the volume to the max, which allowed her to hear some sound. By coincidence, the television was showing an interview with Daphne Reyes, an internationally renowned singer known for her love songs. Yvette's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the remote control. Daphne was Xavier's first love. It had been a long time since Yvette had seen her, but Daphne was still as pretty as ever. She was confident and relaxed in front of the cameras, unlike the shy and frightened young woman who had begged the Snyders for sponsorship in the past. When the interviewer asked Daphne why she had returned to her home country, her answer was bold. "I came home to get my first love back." The remote control slipped out of Yvette's hands. Her heart also fell to her stomach. Flustered, Yvette turned off the television and went to the table to clean up the uneaten breakfast. When she got to the kitchen, she found that Xavier had forgotten to take his phone. She picked it up and saw the unread messages on the lock screen. "Xav, you must have been unhappy over the past few years, right?" "I know you don't love her. How about we meet up tonight? I've missed you." Yvette stared blankly at the messages until the screen went dark again. Then, she called a cab to Xavier's office. On the way, she stared out of the window. The rain fell incessantly. It felt like it would never stop. Xavier never liked it when Yvette visited him at his office, so whenever she was there, she would take the service elevator from the loading bay. When Xavier's assistant, Mark Xyrax, saw her, he just greeted her impassively, "Ms. Snyder." No one around Xavier considered Yvette his wife. She was nothing but a smear on his reputation. When Xavier saw Yvette bringing him his phone, he frowned. She was always like this. No matter what he forgot, be it his lunch, his documents, a shirt, or even an umbrella, she would bring them to him. "I thought I told you that you didn't need to deliver my things to me yourself." Yvette froze. "Sorry, I forgot." Since when had her memory been so bad? Maybe she had panicked after seeing Daphne's message and became afraid that Xavier would disappear from her life suddenly. Before she left, she looked back at Xavier. Unable to help herself, she blurted out, "Xav, do you still like Daphne?" Xavier thought that Yvette had been behaving rather strangely lately. She kept forgetting things and asking weird questions. How could a person like her be his wife? Impatiently, he replied, "If you have so much free time, go find yourself something to do." Yvette had tried getting a job before, but Xavier's mother, Shannon Guetta, had reprimanded her without holding back. "Do you want the whole world to know that Xav married a disabled woman with hearing issues?" Therefore, Yvette had given up on finding a job and focused on her fruitless life as "Mrs. Lane" at Dewberry Estate. 
 At home, she sat alone until nightfall. She couldn't sleep. Just then, the phone on her bedside table rang loudly. It was a call from an unfamiliar number. Yvette picked up the call. A familiar voice, yet one she dreaded, sounded from the other end. "Is this Yvvy? Xav is drunk. Can you come pick him up?" When Yvette arrived at Sternhow Club, she heard loud coaxing and jeering from the wealthy heirs inside the private room. "Daph, didn't you say you came back to get our dear Mr. Lane back into your arms? This is your chance now. Go on, tell him how you feel!" Daphne was a pretty woman who was popular wherever she went. She was also Xavier's first love, so the rich young men of the upper crust were happy to push the two together. Daphne wasn't shy at all. She turned to Xavier and said without any reservations, "I like you, Xav. Please be with me again." That was what Yvette heard when she arrived at the door of the private room. Inside, the other people were urging Xavier to answer Daphne. His best friend, Tristan Shaw, was the most vocal among them. "Xav, you've been waiting for Daphne for three years. She's back now. So, go on, answer her!" Yvette stood frozen outside the door. Her heart was pounding. Just then, one of the men pulled the door open. "Ms. Snyder?" Chapter 2 Everyone in the private room looked over at the door. For a moment, the room was eerily silent. Yvette immediately caught sight of Xavier in the middle of the room. His eyes were clear and bright. He was clearly not drunk. She knew that she had been tricked by Daphne. When Xavier saw Yvette, his pupils constricted. Everyone else in the room looked awkward, including Tristan, who had been the most vocal in getting Xavier to accept Daphne's confession earlier. Yvette shouldn't have gone there. Daphne was the first to break the silence. "Please don't get the wrong idea, Yvvy. Tristan was joking. Xavier and I are just friends." Before Yvette could answer, Xavier stood up impatiently. "There's no need to explain it to her." Then, he stalked over to Yvette. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you were drunk, so I came to take you home," Yvette answered truthfully. Xavier scoffed. "You really didn't retain anything I told you, did you?" Lowering his voice, he said softly so that only she could hear him, "Are you here to remind everyone that I was tricked into marrying you three years ago? Did you think they forgot?" Yvette was stunned. Xavier gave her a cold look. "Stop seeking attention. You're only making me hate you more." With that, he turned away, leaving Yvette standing alone. Yvette stared after his retreating figure, unable to snap out of her shock. None of the other scions in the room took pity on her when they saw Xavier ignoring her. Tristan even had no qualms in telling Daphne, who was feigning distress, "You're too kind, Daphne. You didn't need to explain anything. "If Yvette hadn't scammed Xav, he would've married you in the first place. You wouldn't have needed to suffer abroad as well." Despite the constant ringing in her ears, Yvette could still hear every word clearly. She knew better than anyone that even if Xavier hadn't married her, he wouldn't have married Daphne. Daphne was a nobody with no background, after all. Daphne was well aware of this as well. That was why she had chosen to break up with Xavier and leave the country. How had everything turned out to be Yvette's fault? When Yvette left Sternhow Club with her umbrella, she felt as if she had been enveloped by darkness. Just then, a lithe figure appeared beside her. It was Daphne. She was decked out in fine clothes, complete with high heels. She looked smug. "It's a cold night, isn't it? So, how does it feel to get scoffed at by Xavier after you came all the way here at this time to get him?" Yvette didn't answer her, but Daphne didn't mind her silence. She just continued speaking. "I do pity you, you know. You've never experienced true love before, have you? "Do you know that when I was with Xav, he would cook for me himself? When I was sick, he would drop everything and stay with me. "Has Xav ever told you he loves you? He used to say that to me all the time
" Yvette listened to Daphne's rambling quietly, her mind going over the past three years she had been married to Xavier. He had never so much as stepped into the kitchen during that time. When she had gotten sick, he had never comforted her. He had never told her he loved her either. 
 That night, Yvette couldn't fall asleep. She had only just found out that the man she had loved for the past 12 years had once loved another with all his heart, in the spectacular way that only young people could. At that moment, she realized that it was time for her to give him up. She had a sleepless night. The next morning, Xavier returned home. The glare he gave her was cold. "How attached are you to the Lane family's money, to me, your money-making robot?" he demanded. Yvette was stunned. She didn't know what had gotten into him so early in the morning. Instinctively, she said, "I never wanted your money." She had only ever wanted Xavier. Xavier laughed in disdain. "Then, why did your mother come to my office and beg me to give you a child?" Yvette was stunned. She stared into Xavier's eyes. It was only then that she realized that he wasn't angry about what had happened last night. Xavier had no desire to waste his breath on her. "If you want to continue staying with me and keep your family afloat, tell your mother to behave herself!" ... In the end, Yvette didn't need to look for Yara. Yara found Yvette instead. She was no longer cold and distant; she gripped Yvette's hands and said gently, "Yvvy, you should ask Xavier to give you a child. He doesn't have to do it biologically. He could do it through scientific measures." Scientific measures. Yvette stared at Yara in shock as the latter continued, "Daphne told me that Xavier hasn't slept with you in the past three years." That was the last straw for Yvette. She didn't know why Xavier would tell Daphne about that. Maybe he really loved Daphne a lot. With that thought, she suddenly felt relieved. "Just let it go, Mom." Yara paused. She frowned. "What?" "I'm tired. I want to get a divorce—" Before she could finish, Yara slapped her hard across the face. The kind, motherly facade was gone in an instant. She jabbed a finger at Yvette and gritted out, "You have no right to ask for a divorce! "Without the Lane family, what do you think you're going to do? Who's going to remarry a disabled divorcee like you?" Yvette felt her body go numb. Yara had never liked Yvette, even when the latter had been a child. Yara had been a famous dancer. The fact that she had given birth to a daughter with hearing issues was one of her biggest regrets. Therefore, she had sent Yvette away to be taken care of by a nanny. She had only allowed Yvette to return home when the latter started school. People used to tell Yvette that every mother loved their child. So, she had done everything she could to excel at everything in hopes of making Yara happy. Despite her hearing issues, she had been at the top of her class in dance, music, and art classes. But no matter how hard she tried, Yara still didn't consider her a good daughter. In Yara's words, Yvette wasn't "complete". Not only physically, but also in love and familial relationships. After Yara left, Yvette used some makeup to cover up the red print on her face. Then, she packed her bags quietly. Even after three years of married life, all her personal belongings fit into a single suitcase. After she finished packing up, she gathered her courage and sent Xavier a message. "Are you free tonight? I need to talk to you." Xavier didn't reply to her. Yvette's eyes darkened. She knew that he didn't want to reply to her messages. All she could do was wait for him to come home in the morning. She had thought that he wouldn't come home that night, but he got back at midnight. Yvette wasn't asleep at the time. She went up to him and took his coat and bag from him with familiarity in her actions. It was as if they were a normal married couple. Xavier's cold voice broke the peace. "Don't send me inane texts again." As Yvette held Xavier's coat, her hand trembled slightly. "I won't do it again," she mumbled. Xavier didn't notice anything wrong with her tone. He went straight to his study. Generally, if he came home, he would stay holed up in his study. He probably thought that someone who was hard of hearing would live in a silent world. Either that, or he simply didn't care about Yvette. That would explain why he got straight to discussing his acquisition of Snyder Group in his study as if nothing was wrong. When Yvette brought him some soup, she heard Xavier animatedly discussing work with his employees. He was talking about the acquisition of Snyder Group, her father, James Snyder's company. She didn't know how to feel about that. She knew that her brother, Terrence Synder, was useless at running a business, so it was only a matter of time before Snyder Group fell. However, she had never thought that her own husband would be the first to cause Snyder Group's downfall. "Xav," she interrupted. Xavier was slightly startled. Out of guilt, or maybe some other emotion, he quickly hung up the phone and closed his laptop. Feigning ignorance, Yvette walked into the study and placed the bowl in front of him. "Have some soup, then get to bed soon. Your health is more important than work." For some reason, Xavier felt himself relax when he heard her soft voice. She probably hadn't heard anything. Feeling conflicted, he stopped Yvette before she could leave. "You said you wanted to talk to me. What is it?" Hearing this, Yvette turned back to look at him. Softly, she said, "I just wanted to ask if you're free in the morning so we can go and file for divorce." Chapter 3 Yvette's voice was calm and impassive, as though divorce were a menial matter to her. Xavier's pupils contracted. "What did you just say?" Over the last three years, no matter what he had done, Yvette had never brought up divorce. In truth, Xavier knew that Yvette loved him. Her eyes, which were usually dull and empty, were clear and bright now. "I'm sorry for being a burden over the last few years, Mr. Lane. We should get divorced." Xavier clenched his fists unconsciously. "You heard what I said earlier, didn't you? Snyder Group was already failing; it won't matter whether I buy it or someone else does. What are you trying to do by bringing up divorce? "Is it because you want money? Or a child? Or do you want me to leave Snyder Group alone?" he asked coldly. "Don't forget that I don't love you. Your threats won't work on me!" At that moment, he seemed like a stranger to Yvette. A lump formed in her throat as her ears began throbbing. Even though she was wearing her hearing aids, she could barely hear what Xavier was saying. She could only answer his last question. "I don't want anything." Afraid that he would notice something wrong with her, Yvette left the study in a hurry. As he watched her leave, Xavier felt frustrated for some reason. He had never felt like this before. Not one to hold in his emotions, he flipped the table over. The bowl of soup that Yvette had brought him spilled all over the ground. ... Back in her own room, Yvette forced herself to swallow a handful of pills. She reached up to touch her ear. As she retracted her fingers, she saw crimson blood on them. Thanks to the medicine, her hearing recovered a little by the time it was dawn. Yvette stared blankly at the soft rays of sunlight streaming from the window. "The rain has stopped," she said quietly to herself. Xavier didn't leave the manor that day. He was in the living room bright and early, settled on the couch, waiting for Yvette to apologize and express her regret to him. This wasn't the first time Yvette had lost her temper with him. However, after every tantrum, she would apologize to him before long. Xavier figured that it would be the same this time around. Soon, he saw Yvette coming out of her room, all freshened up. She wore her usual dark-colored clothes. She dragged a suitcase with one hand while holding a piece of paper in the other. She handed the paper to him. It was a divorce agreement. "Let me know when you have time, Xav." With that, she left the manor, pulling her suitcase behind her. It was bright and sunny outside. Yvette felt as if she had gotten a new chance at life. Meanwhile, Xavier sat frozen on the couch, still clutching the divorce agreement in his hand. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. It was Saturday. Usually, around this time of the year, Xavier would take Yvette back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they would have to endure strange looks from his extended family. However, he was alone that day, which made him extraordinarily happy. At Lane Mansion, Shannon and the rest of the Lanes were surprised to see him alone. In the past, Yvette had always been the first one to turn up every year and the last to leave since she had been trying to please everyone. Why wasn't she there today? Shanon frowned and asked Xavier, "Where's Yvette, Xav?" Xavier's expression turned cold. "She wanted a divorce and left me." Everyone fell silent in disbelief when he said that. Shannon was shocked. She knew that Yvette probably loved Xavier more than anything in the world, only surpassed by his own parents. Seven years ago, Yvette had even protected Xavier with her own body when someone had attempted to stab him. Four years ago, not long after the two had gotten engaged, something had happened to Xavier while he had been on a business trip in Dibay. Everyone had been convinced that he was dead, but Yvette had refused to believe that. She had dropped everything and gone to the foreign city just to look for him. Then, after they had gotten married, Yvette had taken care of almost everything in his life with meticulous precision, including being polite to everyone around him, even his secretaries. She had always been afraid of offending them. Yvette clearly couldn't live without Xavier. So, why had she suggested getting a divorce? Shannon had no idea, but she was glad that Yvette had finally decided to let Xavier go. "She's not worthy to be your wife anyway. It's a good thing that you're divorcing her. She doesn't deserve you," she said The others immediately chimed in. "Yeah, you're young and handsome, Xav. You're in your best years now. Yvette's been dragging you down all this time!" Instantly, the gathering turned into a slander fest. They spoke of Yvette as if she were an unforgivable criminal. Xavier should have felt happy that they were defending him, but for some reason, he found their words too sharp and crass. He left Lane Mansion earlier than usual and made his way back to Dewberry Estate. The sky was just starting to darken when he arrived home. He opened the door and entered the manor. When he saw nothing but darkness, he remembered, with a start, that Yvette had left. He changed into his house slippers and tossed his coat into the washer. For some reason, he felt unusually exhausted today. He went to the wine cellar to get a bottle of wine so that he could celebrate Yvette's leaving. However, when he got to the wine cellar and saw the locked door, he realized too late that he didn't have the key. He didn't like strangers in his house, so there were no maids or servants at Dewberry Estate. Ever since he had married Yvette, she had been the one taking care of the household affairs. He could only go back to his room. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his messages only to find work-related texts. Yvette hadn't called or texted him to apologize at all. Tossing his phone aside, he got up and headed over to the kitchen. When he opened the door of the fridge, he was stunned. Apart from food, there were also a lot of supplements. He picked one of the bags up and read the instructions on it. "Take five times a day for incapable of conceived." He took a whiff of the supplement. It smelled disgusting. He recalled that Yvette always smelled strange. So, this was why. He scoffed silently. They had never slept, so no matter how much medicine she took, she would never have gotten conceived. ... Meanwhile, over in a dark and dinky hotel, Yvette opened her eyes blearily. Her head was pounding. The world was silent. She knew, then, that her condition had worsened again. Before this, she had still been able to hear some sounds, even without her hearing aids. She pushed herself up and felt around on the bedside table until she found her medicine. She popped the pills in her mouth, tasting their bitterness. The day before, she had left Dewberry Estate, which had been her home for the past three years. At first, she had gone to her parents' house, Snyder Residence. However, at the door, she had overheard Yara and Terrence discussing how they would marry her off to an old man if the Lanes kicked her out. Yvette had blanked upon hearing that. It was then that she finally realized that she had no place to call home anymore. Even though she hadn't eaten anything in two days, she still didn't feel hungry. However, it was too quiet. The silence scared her. It had been raining more frequently in Tirion this year than it had in previous years. Yvette stared out at the passing pedestrians. Most of them were paired up or in groups. She was the only one alone. She bought a bus ticket heading out of the city. She decided to go to her nanny's house in the countryside. Viola Xenos, her nanny, had taken care of her when she was a child. It was already 9:00 pm when Yvette got there. When Viola saw Yvette, she looked pleasantly surprised. Yvette teared up when she saw Viola's warm smile. She reached out to her and hugged her. "Viola." Due to health issues, Viola had never married and didn't have children of her own. Yvette was closer to her than she was to her own mother. That night, Yvette cuddled up in Viola's embrace, just like she had when she was a child. Viola wrapped her arms around Yvette, only to realize that the latter was very thin. She pressed a hand on the Yvette's bony back, trembling uncontrollably. Forcing herself to calm down, she asked cautiously, "Has Xavier been treating you well, Yvvy?" Yvette felt a sharp pain in her throat when she heard Xavier's name. She wanted to lie to Viola and tell her that Xavier had treated her well, but she knew that Viola wasn't silly. Since she had already made up her mind to leave him, there was no need to lie to herself or to the people who loved her any longer. "The person he loves has returned. I've decided to let him go and divorce him." Viola was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears. Yvette had told her multiple times before that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Xavier. Not knowing what else to say, she comforted Yvette by telling her that there were plenty of other fish in the sea. There was bound to be one who would love her. Yvette just nodded silently. The buzzing in her ears drowned out Viola's comforting voice. That night, she managed to get a good night's sleep, which was rare. However, when she woke up, she was greeted with the alarming sight of blood staining the spot where her head had laid on the pillow. Yvette touched her right ear. Her fingers felt sticky. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. Chapter 4 Even Yvette's hearing aids were stained red. Her pupils contracted, and she quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her ear. Then, she stripped the bedsheets and washed them. She was afraid that Viola would worry about her if she found out that her illness was worsening. So, she cleaned up the mess and found an excuse to bid goodbye to Viola. Before she left, she placed a part of her savings on the bedside table without telling Viola. Viola walked Yvette to the bus stop and waved goodbye reluctantly. 
 After Yvette left, Viola couldn't stop thinking about how thin the former was. Unable to just sit by, she called Lane Group. When the secretary heard that Viola was Yvette's nanny and wanted to speak to Xavier, she transferred the call to Xavier's line. It was the third day after Yvette had left Xavier. It was also the first time in three days that he had received a call about her. Sitting behind his desk, he felt exceptionally pleased. Just as he had expected, Yvette wouldn't be able to last more than three days without him—or so he thought. Viola's voice came through the other line, sounding weighed with age. "Mr. Lane, I am Yvvy's nanny. I've been taking care of her since she was a baby. "Please, I beg you, treat her well. Don't hurt her more than you already have. She's not as strong as she seems on the surface. "When she was born, Mrs. Snyder left her in my care because she didn't like that Yvvy is hard of hearing. Yvvy only returned home when she had to start going to school. "The Snyders have never treated her as one of their own. Apart from Mr. Snyder, everyone else treated her like she was a maid. "You and Mr. Snyder are the most important people she has in this world. I'm begging you, please. Please be kind to her." Xavier's mood darkened when he heard what Viola said. "Did she tell you to give me this sob story because she didn't want to face me herself?" he asked coldly. "Why should I care about her life? If you ask me, she deserved everything she got!" That said, he hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. Viola had heard Yvette gushing about how nice Xavier was to her. So, it was only then that she realized the truth—Xavier wasn't a good man at all. He wasn't a good husband to Yvette. ... Yvette sat on the bus, heading home. Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Xavier. "You said you wanted to get divorced, right? I'll see you at 10:00 am tomorrow." Yvette stared at the text blankly for a while before replying, "Okay." Just one word. It infuriated Xavier and completely ruined his mood. Unable to work anymore, he called up his friends and invited them out for drinks. Daphne was also at the club when he arrived. "I'm not going home until I'm drunk!" she declared. Tristan sat down beside Xavier. He couldn't help asking curiously, "How's Deaf Yvvy?" Xavier raised an eyebrow at him. "There's no need to talk about her ever again. We're filing for divorce tomorrow." Tristan was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. "Really?" Beside them, Daphne brightened. She poured out a shot for him. "Congrats on getting back your freedom, Xav!" Xavier drank a lot that night. Daphne offered to send him home, but he rejected her suggestion. "No need. It's not appropriate." If he and Yvette were going to get divorced tomorrow, she might come home that night. Daphne wasn't happy about the rejection. "Why? You're divorcing her anyway. Why wouldn't it be appropriate? Are you still scared that she might find out about our relationship?" Their relationship? Xavier narrowed his eyes. "You're overthinking this." He got into his own car. Out of consideration, he also called a cab to send Daphne home. On the drive home, he kept unlocking his phone to check if Yvette had sent him any messages. She hadn't. When he reached Dewberry Estate, it was dark. With a stormy expression, Xavier opened the door and turned on the light. Yvette was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't come home. The manor was left exactly the way it had been when she had left. Still feeling the effects of the wine, Xavier threw himself heavily onto the couch and soon fell asleep. In his nightmares, Yvette was covered in blood, but there was a smile on her face. "I don't love you anymore, Xav," she said. When Xavier jolted awake, the sky outside had just brightened up. He rubbed his forehead and went to the bathroom to freshen himself up. Then, he changed into a smart suit and made his way to the courthouse. At the entrance of the courthouse, he spotted Yvette standing under a tree not far off. As usual, she was dressed in dark-colored clothes. From the distance, she looked incredibly frail and thin as she stood amid the drizzle. It was as if a single gust of wind could knock her over. Xavier could still remember how young and lively she had been when they had first gotten married. She hadn't been as thin and gloomy back then. Holding an umbrella, he walked toward Yvette. It took her a few moments to notice him. Xiaver hadn't changed much over the last three years. He was as handsome and as confident as ever, with the added hint of matureness that came with age. Yvette was a little dazed. The last three years felt like a blink in time to her, yet she also seemed to have exhausted a whole lifetime. Xavier stalked over to Yvette and gazed at her coldly. He was waiting for her to apologize to him. She had been sulking enough. It was time to put an end to this. However, Yvette just said, "I'm sorry to pull you away from your work. Let's go in." Xavier stiffened, but he quickly recovered. "Don't regret this." With that, he turned and headed into the courthouse. Yvette stared after him sadly. Would she regret this? She didn't know either. In the courthouse, the judge asked them if they were sure about going through with the divorce. Yvette's answer was firm. "Yes." Her determined expression frustrated Xavier. After filing for divorce, they still had to return to the courthouse in a month. If they didn't show up, then the divorce would be considered null. As they left the courthouse, Yvette looked at Xavier, her expression unusually calm. "I'll see you next month. Take care." With that, she stepped out into the rain, hailed a cab, and left. Xavier was left standing on the spot. He didn't know how to feel as he watched her car leave. Relieved, probably. Relieved that he wouldn't need to put up with her any longer or endure others' ridicule for having a disabled wife. ... In the cab, Yvette leaned against the window and stared blankly at the rain droplets on the glass. In the rearview mirror, the driver suddenly saw blood dripping from her ear. He was shocked by the sight. "Miss? Miss!" Yvette didn't answer him. The driver hastily stopped the car. Yvette was confused. They weren't at her destination yet. Why had they stopped? She looked over at the driver and saw him mouthing silently. She realized that she had gone deaf again. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. What are you saying?" In the end, the driver had to type out what he wanted to say on his phone so that he could tell her about her bleeding ear. Yvette reached out belatedly and felt the warm sensation in her ear. She was used to it now. "It's alright. This happens all the time. I'm fine." She was hard of hearing, but her ears hadn't bled like this before. Two years ago, at a gathering, Tristan had pushed her into a swimming pool. Yvette didn't know how to swim, so she had almost drowned. At the same time, her eardrums had also expanded due to the pressure. She had been sent to the hospital, but the damage had been done. At the time, she had been told that everything was fine. Why was this happening again? The cab driver was still worried, so he dropped her off at the hospital she told him. After thanking him, Yvette went into the hospital on her own. This time, she saw her usual doctor, Tom Jensen. "Dr. Jensen, my memory has been rather bad lately. I kept forgetting what I'm doing," she said. When she had woken up at the hotel that morning, it had taken her a long time to remember that she had to file for divorce with Xavier. Tom looked at her latest report worriedly. "Ms. Snyder, I think you should consider getting tested for other things. Specifically, mental health issues." Mental health
 Following Tom's recommendation, Yvette went and got a psychiatric diagnosis. She was diagnosed with depression. It turned out that patients with severe depression often experienced memory loss. Before heading back to the hotel, Yvette stopped and bought a notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened lately. She placed the notebook right beside her bed so that it would be the first thing she saw when she woke up in the morning. News of her and Xavier's divorce spread quickly. That night, Yara called her multiple times, but she didn't hear anything. 
 When she woke up the next morning, she saw a barrage of texts from Yara. "Where are you?" "Who do you think you are? Even if you're getting a divorce, Xavier should have been the one to ask for it!" "You're such a jinx! Back when you got married, your dad got into a car crash and died. What's going to happen now that you're getting divorced? Do you want Snyder Group to go bankrupt? Is that it?" Yvette stared at the messages. She was used to the verbal bully by now. She typed out a reply. "Mom, it's time that we live by our own merits. We shouldn't depend on others so much." Yara's response was swift. "You're such an ingrate! I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!" Yvette didn't bother replying to that. She placed her phone aside. She just had to wait a month. Once the divorce was finalized, she would be able to leave Tirion and start a new life. 
 Yvette's health worsened over the next few days. She often found herself completely deaf. Sometimes, it took a very long time for her hearing to go back to normal. Her memory was deteriorating too. On the bright side, even though her hearing loss was incurable, at least she could do something about the depression. She tried everything she could to keep herself happy. She busied herself by registering as a volunteer online. She spent time taking care of abandoned old people and orphans. Helping them made her feel like she had a reason to continue living. A few days later, Yvette woke up in the morning and checked her notebook as usual. Then, she got ready to head out to the orphanage. When she picked up her phone, she saw several unread messages. There were messages from Terrance and Yara, as well as Daphne. She opened the texts one by one. Yara: "As you wished, Snyder Group is no more." Terrence: "Keep hiding. You're the most cowardly and cruel person I've ever seen." Daphne: "My condolences, Yvette. Actually, I think Snyder Group would thrive better under Xav." Daphne: "Since your family has helped me so much in the past, do let me know if you need anything. I'll help you if I can." Yvette had no idea what was happening. She closed the messaging app. Almost immediately, she got a notification about the latest news. Chapter 5 Yvette watched the news and saw the press conference held by Lane Group. It was an announcement that Xavier had successfully acquired Snyder Group. James' company no longer existed in the world. 
 Things on Xavier's end had been extra pleasant lately. He had acquired Snyder Group and gotten his revenge. "The Snyder family finally got what they deserved for tricking you into that marriage three years ago." Tristan chuckled. Yet, he changed the topic in the next instant. He asked Xavier, "Xav, has Deaf Yvvy approached you during the past few days?" Xavier froze halfway through signing a document. He didn't know why, but people around him kept mentioning Yvette these days. "No," he replied coldly. That shocked Tristan. After all, how could Yvette not do anything when something this massive had happened to her family? With that in mind, he spoke again. "Could it be that she's finally come around? I heard her family has been looking everywhere for her. Nobody knows where she's gone—" He kept blabbering on. Xavier frowned, feeling utterly annoyed. "Get out!" Tristan jolted. That was when he realized that Xavier was furious. Not daring to say another word, Tristan bolted out of the CEO's office. Once outside, he took his phone and called his assistant, Avery Fitzpatrick. "Have you found Yvette?" "Yes, she's in a small hotel in Hexim Pass," answered Avery. Tristan had Avery send him the location before he drove there. He refused to let Yvette off the hook so easily. So what if she was willing to divorce Xavier now? She had already prevented Xavier and Daphne from being together for over three years! Besides, Daphne had saved Tristan's life once, so he owed her. It rained outside. Yvette finished her volunteer work and picked up her medication from the hospital. Then, she held an umbrella while walking back to the hotel. There were very few people on the road. Tristan drove his car but kept his eyes on Yvette's slim back. He deliberately sped up as he drove past her, sending a puddle of rainwater splashing onto her. Yvette shot him a blank stare. Tristan happened to meet her emotionless gaze through his rearview mirror. He didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably nervous. Yvette recognized Tristan's luxurious, dark gray Bugatti. Yet, she retracted her gaze and pretended not to notice him. Even so, Tristan refused to stop there. He deliberately slowed his car and followed her. "Hey, Deaf Yvvy. So, you have a temper now, huh? "You're not even going to greet me now? Didn't you used to love greeting me? Didn't you enjoy tickling my fancy?" Yvette remained stoic while the former mocked her. She used to do everything to win over those around Xavier, including his friends. It was all because she liked him. She had figured that Xavier's family and friends would one day accept her. Alas, it seemed she had been too naĂŻve. At the previous gathering, Tristan had declared that he was Daphne's friend. He couldn't care less about maintaining his gentlemanly, upper-class image when siding with Daphne. He had insulted Yvette and called her shameless. In the end, he had also thrown her into the pool, leaving her to die. Since then, Yvette had steered clear of him. Upon receiving no reaction or response from Yvette, Tristan stopped the car, opened the door, and strolled toward her. He grabbed her arm and asked, "What stunts are you planning to pull this time?" Yvette's arm hurt, so she looked up at him. "I don't know what you're saying." She wanted to pry his hand off her arm, but he flung her aside. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Tristan bellowed. Yvette stumbled backward before falling to the ground with a loud thud. Tristan froze on the spot in slight disbelief. It baffled him to see Yvette resorting to such tricks. He had only pushed her with a slight force, so how could she fall like that? Seeing people looking their way, he nervously got back into his car. Still, he gave her a warning before driving away. "Don't mess with Daph just because you're a disabled person, Yvette! "She's different from you. It's taken her a lot of effort to get to where she is now, so you'd better not disrupt her and Xav's relationship again!" After driving away, he even told the Snyder family where Yvette was staying. Yvette's hands and knees were scraped when she fell. It hurt so much that she couldn't stand for a long time. Deep down, she didn't understand why Tristan was so blind to what was right and wrong. She recalled risking her life to rescue him from a car that had been about to explode four years ago. His face had been covered in blood, and his eyes hadn't been visible. However, he had spoken in the warmest voice. He had said, "Thank you. I promise I'll repay you someday." Yvette couldn't help but bitterly wonder if this was his way of repaying her. 
 Once Yvette returned to the hotel, she took a shower and applied medication to her scraped skin. Then, she lay down in a daze. The fall hardened her determination to leave Xavier for good. 
 The sun was shining brightly outside when Yvette woke up. She got up and headed to the living area, only to see Yara sitting on the couch, wearing a formal dress. Yara didn't seem to care one bit that Yvette had just woken up. She picked the document off the coffee table and handed it to the latter. "Take a good look at this. It's the backup plan I've selected for you." Yvette accepted the document but saw the title "prenuptial agreement" on the cover. She flipped through the pages while reading the contents aloud. "Ms. Yvette Snyder will marry Mr. Liam Lorimer. As his wife, she'll devote herself to him and look after him until the end of his life. Liam will look after Yvette's family, which includes maintaining their quality of life. He'll also provide 300 million as funds for the Snyder family." Following that, the document stated Liam's details. He was an entrepreneur from the older generation in Tirion. He was 78 years old that year. Yvette's mind tensed. At that moment, Yara spoke up again. "Mr. Lorimer has expressed that he doesn't mind that you were married before. "He'll help revive our family's reputation from the ashes, as long as you marry him. Come on, dearest. You wouldn't let me and Terrence down, right?" Yvette's face paled even more. "I can't agree to what you're asking of me." Yara had never imagined that Yvette would reject her so candidly. She blew up in a fit of rage at once. "What right do you have to refuse? I gave you life!" Hearing that, Yvette met Yara's gaze. "How about I return my life to you? Would that mean I no longer owe you?" "What did you say?" Yara shrilled. Yvette's pale lips moved as she said, "If I returned my life to you, would it mean you'd no longer be my mother? And I'll no longer be indebted to you for giving birth to me?" Yara sneered, not believing Yvette would dare do such a thing. "Okay, then. I won't force you to marry Mr. Lorimer if you give your life back to me. But the question is, do you have the guts to do it?" "Give me a month." Yvette seemed determined. In Yara's eyes, Yvette seemed like a crazed person. She warned, "You'd best not threaten me by only saying you'll end your life. We're not that close, so I don't care if you die. However, you must sign this document if you're too afraid to end your life." 
 Yvette had suppressed all her emotions to the brim and needed to vent somewhere. So, she went to a bar. She sat in a corner, drinking and watching the crowd happily dance in a daze. That was when a dashing man with striking eyes noticed Yvette, who was all alone. He approached and asked, "Yvette?" Yvette stared at the man but didn't recognize him. Still dazed, she asked, "Do you know how one can achieve happiness?" The man was confused. "What did you say?" Yvette continued drinking as she spoke. "The doctor says I'm ill and should try to be happier, but I can't make myself feel happy
" That sparked discomfort in the man, Claude Lander. He wondered if Yvette had forgotten about him. Also, he was confused by what she said—something about being ill and needing to be happier. "You shouldn't be in a place like this if you want to be happy. Why don't I drive you home?" Claude spoke in a gentle tone. A smile curved across Yvette's face as she looked at him. "You're a good person." Complex emotions stirred in Claude when he saw her bitter smile. He wondered what she had been through these past few years. Why did she seem so sorrowful? Meanwhile, Xavier was also at the bar. After settling the divorce papers, he had let himself loose every night. On top of that, he hadn't returned to Dewberry Estate in a long time. It was getting late. When the crowd was about to leave, Daphne noticed a familiar figure in a corner of the bar. She exclaimed, "Isn't that Yvvy?" Xavier glanced in the direction Daphne was staring in and saw a man merrily chatting with Yvette. His expression soured at once. He was disappointed in Yvette for getting drunk at a bar and chatting up another man. He felt like he had thought too highly of her before. "Should we go and check up on her, Xav?" asked Daphne. "No," was all Xavier said before speedily leaving. On the other hand, Yvette declined Claude's offer. "There's no need to trouble yourself. I can go home on my own." Claude was still worried about Yvette, so he ran after her when he noticed her leaving the bar. "Do you really not remember me?" Yvette gazed at him but couldn't recall who he was. "It's Chubbs. Have you forgotten?" Claude reminded her. Only then did Yvette remember her friend, Chubbs, whom she met when she had been living with Viola in the countryside. Back then, Claude had been chubbier and nowhere near Yvette's height. Yet, his six-foot-two-inch frame now towered over her. He had even grown to have handsome features. "I remember now! You've changed so much. I didn't even recognize you!" said Yvette. Meeting an old friend away from home was a pleasant thing. But only a slight smile curved on Yvette's face. That upset Claude. "Come on. I'll drive you home," Claude stated. When he dropped her off, he was shocked to learn she lived in a run-down hotel. Yvette shifted in embarrassment. "Sorry, it's not a glamorous place. Please don't tell Viola I'm living in such a place. I don't want her to worry." Claude nodded. Since it was getting late, it was unwise for him to stay longer. So, he left after telling Yvette he would visit her the next day. He didn't notice the matte black car lingering in a dark area beneath the hotel as he walked out. Now that Claude had left, Yvette felt dizzy and had an upset stomach from drinking too much. That was when someone knocked hard on the door. Yvette had just opened the door when Xavier grabbed her wrist. He exerted so much strength on her slender wrist that it felt close to snapping in half. "You've made me look at you in a new light, Yvette!" Xavier snarled while shutting and locking the door. He then forcefully led her to the couch. He sneered with words as sharp and lethal as a blade, "So, you've already settled on which family you'll marry into next, huh? I knew you wouldn't be so willing to let me go for no reason!" Yvette didn't know why he had come over, nor did she know how he had seen Claude. She was only briefly dazed. Once she snapped out of it, she shot a furious look at Xavier and didn't bother explaining herself to him. The rims of her eyes reddened. "You and I aren't that different from each other." The Snyder family had tricked Xavier into marrying Yvette. However, Xavier had treated her coldly for three years while remaining entangled with his first love. Neither Xavier nor Yvette was a better person than the other. Xavier had also drunk some wine, so he reeked of it. Eyes reddening, he pinched Yvette's chin and spoke with a dangerously low voice. "Who is he? When did you guys meet?" That was the first time Yvette had seen him behave like this. She suddenly chuckled. "Are you jealous?" Xavier's gaze grew tense as he scoffed. "You're unworthy of such a reaction." Yvette became choked up. That was when Xavier leaned in domineeringly and continued interrogating her. "Has he already touched you? Huh?" In her three years of marriage, Yvette had given up on her work and declined to meet her friends whenever they had occasionally invited her out. She had done so to obey the Lane family's rules. But now Xavier was suspicious of her. Relief washed over Yvette just then. She questioned him back, "What do you think?" That utterly angered Xavier, and his heated hands started travelling down her body. 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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 đŸ”„đŸ”„Click to read the next chapter for free👉 Haley hadn't seen her husband William for a week and when she finally called him in the evening he seemed annoyed. "I have a meeting now. Excuse me." He brushed hang up the phone before she could say a word. Haley felt a little disappointed since tonight marked their third anniversary. Anyway, she decided to stay awake until he got home. Bored, she picked up her phone, checking into her tiktok to kil-l time. Just then, a piece of news popped up, featuring NK Enterprise, her husband's company. Excited, Haley tapped into the news; "William Nash, Famous CEO of NK Enterprise, Checks Into Hotel With his Mystery Girlfriend, Relationship Revealed" Her William? Haley's eyes glued to her phone's screen, shock and disbelief taking over when she saw the image of her husband entering the Hotel, his arm snaked around a woman's waist. Haley couldn’t believe her husband was with a woman. She must be mistaken. Sinking in confusion was pointless. Haley dialed his number. On her third trial, he finally picked up. “What's up?” he asked coldly. Haley inhaled deeply, controlling her emotions. “Liam, where are you? Today's our 3rd anniversary, remember?” “So?” he said through his careless tone, “Not coming home. Sleep by yourself.” His voice holding no remorse, a gut-wrenching punch to her pride. Just then, a female voice, soft and seductive, came on the phone. “Willy, I'm thirsty.” Willy? Even Haley wasn't allowed to call him that. He truly was with a woman! The phone beeped. He hung up the call. Haley sank onto the bed, her thoughts spinning and that voice echoing. It was Leah! Liam’s secretary who looked a lot like his Ex. Dazed, Haley's gaze fell on the decorations; her hard work. Tears blurred Haley's vision. Suddenly, a message notification appeared. [I'm pre-gnant. It's time for me to become the new Mrs. Nash.] Haley gripped the phone, her body trembling. It was from Leah. She'd been having second thoughts whenever she wanted to leave the man, but now she gave up her last hope. Haley stood up and retrieved the document she'd hidden in a corner of the closet and signed her name on it. Tears that reminded her of how weak and helpless she'd reduced herself to all in this marriage. Never again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&u Indulge in story https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ 842 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12277&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449112626_2219626285038260_1025497497506439918_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KZm7tLNv60EQ7kNvgHV4RQ4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJ8X3ONxY_vOf4UIUPiWLiE&oh=00_AYDcXJgNy7StkpoMz6eh1akdzkinW6TLsmz78b9uRlLO9Q&oe=6745ADEE PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Indulge in story 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly
 unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again. 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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 Read next chapter👉 She signed the divorce papers and left without taking her phone. He checked her phone and got floored at the message: Please come tomorrow for another prenatal care checkup! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly
 unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again. 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No 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly
 unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in publicïŒđŸ‘‰ "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrett’s victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." “Oh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowry and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 Cliquez ici pour en savoir plus👉👉 Alors que la vĂ©ritable hĂ©ritiĂšre a fait son apparition, les spectateurs attendent la chute de l'imposteur. Cependant, Ă  la surprise gĂ©nĂ©rale, elle a dĂ©voilĂ© son identitĂ© de fille de l'homme le plus riche, assumant le rĂŽle de juge dans le concours de la vraie hĂ©ritiĂšre et mettant fin Ă  l'accord commercial de ses parents adoptifs. Forte du soutien d'un magnat des affaires, elle a Ă©tonnĂ© tout le monde ! ===== « Madisyn, pendant toutes ces annĂ©es que nous t'avons Ă©levĂ©e, nous ne t'avons jamais imaginĂ©e capable d'une telle cruautĂ©. Cette maison n'est plus en mesure de supporter ta prĂ©sence. Tu dois partir immĂ©diatement ». A dĂ©clarĂ© l'imposante femme, dont le regard Ă©tait chargĂ© de dĂ©dain et d'un froid glacial et l'Ă©lĂ©gance vestimentaire contrastait fortement avec la duretĂ© de ses propos, devant Madisyn Chapman. « Maman, je t'en prie, c'Ă©tait un accident. J'ai perdu pied et j'ai dĂ©valĂ© les escaliers toute seule. Madisyn n'a rien Ă  voir lĂ -dedans », a dĂ©clarĂ© une jeune fille assise dans le canapĂ©. Ressemblant physiquement Ă  la femme en face d'elle, elle les yeux pleins de larmes. Une demi-heure plus tĂŽt, Jenna Chapman, la fille biologique des Chapman, avait fait une chute dans l'escalier. Madisyn Ă©tait alors seule Ă  l'Ă©tage supĂ©rieur. Tout le monde pensait que Madisyn avait poussĂ© Jenna... Maintenant, les regards que les Chapman lançaient Ă  Madisyn Ă©taient remplis de dĂ©goĂ»t et de venin, un contraste frappant avec leur attitude une semaine auparavant, lorsqu'ils avaient professĂ© devant les journalistes leur rĂ©ticence Ă  se sĂ©parer d'elle. Madisyn a baissĂ© les yeux vers le sol, une ombre fugace d'ironie traversant son regard. Autrefois, Madisyn Ă©tait la seule fille des Chapman. MĂȘme si elle n'avait jamais bĂ©nĂ©ficiĂ© du favoritisme de ses parents, elle ne manquait de rien, ses besoins essentiels Ă©tant toujours satisfaits. Mais la façade avait volĂ© en Ă©clats lorsque Jeffry Chapman, qu'elle connaissait comme son pĂšre, avait Ă©tĂ© victime d'un grave accident qui avait nĂ©cessitĂ© une transfusion s*nguine urgente. Les analyses suivantes avaient rĂ©vĂ©lĂ© que Madisyn n'Ă©tait pas son enfant biologique. Jeffry avait ensuite fait appel Ă  son vaste rĂ©seau pour retrouver sa vĂ©ritable fille, Jenna. La famille Chapman Ă©tait une famille prestigieuse dans la ville de Gemond, et les nouvelles de ce genre s'Ă©taient naturellement rĂ©pandues rapidement. Pour gĂ©rer l'opinion publique et prĂ©server leur rĂ©putation, ils avaient dĂ©clarĂ© un engagement inĂ©branlable envers Madisyn, la fille qu'ils avaient Ă©levĂ©e, affirmant leur intention de la traiter comme leur propre fille pendant un certain temps avant qu'elle ne retourne dans sa famille biologique. Cependant, derriĂšre les portes closes, leurs plans Ă©taient radicalement diffĂ©rents. Une fois le regard du public dĂ©tournĂ©, ils avaient l'intention de renvoyer discrĂštement Madisyn. À l'arrivĂ©e de Jenna, la famille Chapman avait reprochĂ© Ă  Madisyn les annĂ©es de galĂšre de Jenna, relĂ©guant Madisyn de sa chambre Ă  un simple espace de rangement, diminuant ainsi considĂ©rablement son statut. Elle Ă©tait chargĂ©e de tĂąches subalternes, son statut Ă©tant bien infĂ©rieur Ă  celui des domestiques. Jenna, elle, voulait toujours que Madisyn s'en aille. Elle avait montĂ© plusieurs plans contre Madisyn, mais ses parents fermaient les yeux, leur mĂ©pris pour Madisyn Ă©tant Ă  peine voilĂ©. Ces tribulations ont ĂŽtĂ© Ă  Madisyn toute illusion sur cette famille hypocrite et l'ont poussĂ©e Ă  affronter les injustices qui lui Ă©taient imposĂ©es. Alors que les tensions atteignaient leur paroxysme, elle a fait face Ă  Jenna, d'une voix rĂ©solue : « Je vais partir, mais pas avant d'avoir remis les pendules Ă  l'heure. Je refuse d'endosser tes malversations plus longtemps, Jenna! » Le calme de Jenna a vacillĂ© sous l'intensitĂ© du regard glacial de Madisyn, son corps tremblant lĂ©gĂšrement. S'agissait-il de la mĂȘme Madisyn que celle qui s'Ă©tait pliĂ©e Ă  toutes les avanies ? Une lueur sombre s'est reflĂ©tĂ©e dans les yeux de Jenna. Elle Ă©tait l'hĂ©ritiĂšre lĂ©gitime des biens de la famille Chapman, pas cette usurpatrice, Madisyn, qui vivait dans un luxe immĂ©ritĂ©. Elle devait cĂŽute que coĂ»te chasser cet imposteur! « Madisyn, j'ai aucune idĂ©e de ce que tu racontes! » La voix de Jenna Ă©tait empreinte d'une confusion feinte. « Depuis que j'ai repris ma place, que j'ai reçu l'affection qui m'Ă©tait due par nos parents, j'ai senti ton mĂ©contentement. MalgrĂ© tes actions, je suis restĂ©e tolĂ©rante. Mais pour mes jambes... Comment pourrais-tu?La danse est ma passion et l'expression de mon Ăąme. Si j'avais su que tu convoitais si dĂ©sespĂ©rĂ©ment la place au concours national, je ne l'aurais pas disputĂ©e. » Son insinuation Ă©tait trĂšs claire que Madisyn l'avait sabotĂ©e par jalousie. Le regard de la mĂšre de Jenna, Phyllis Chapman, s'est durci aux paroles de sa fille biologique, sa voix Ă©tant empreinte de dĂ©dain. « Jenna, tu possĂšdes un talent remarquable que Madisyn ne pourra jamais Ă©galer. Cette place en compĂ©tition te revenait de droit. Et toi, Madisyn! » Elle s'est retournĂ©e brusquement vers Madisyn et a ajoutĂ© : « Fais tes valises et pars immĂ©diatement! » L'expression habituellement sombre de Madisyn n'a fait qu'attiser son mĂ©pris. Pendant ce temps, Jenna, toujours docile et talentueuse, brillait de mille feux dans ses yeux ; c'Ă©tait une vĂ©ritable Chapman. Au milieu de ce drame, Jeffry a finalement rompu le silence, la voix lourde de dĂ©ception. « Madisyn, notre accord Ă©tait de te garder jusqu'Ă  ce que les regards du public s'apaisent, mais nous voilĂ  confrontĂ©s Ă  ton profond ressentiment envers Jenna. Nous n'avons pas d'autre choix que de te rendre Ă  ta vraie famille aujourd'hui. » Les yeux de Jenna ont brillĂ© d'une lueur triomphante lorsque son pĂšre a annoncĂ© le dĂ©part imminent de Madisyn. En revanche, le visage de cette derniĂšre est restĂ© un masque indĂ©chiffrable tandis qu'elle montait les escaliers pour rassembler ses affaires. La longue durĂ©e de Madisyn Ă  l'Ă©tage supĂ©rieur inquiĂ©tait Jenna. « Et si elle essayait de tout emporter avec elle?» AprĂšs tout, tout ce qui avait de la valeur dans la maison lui revenait de droit ; comment pouvait-elle permettre Ă  une imposture de partir avec une partie de ses richesses? Madisyn a fini par rĂ©apparaĂźtre, descendant lentement l'escalier, ses mouvements Ă©tant dĂ©libĂ©rĂ©s. Elle transportait un petit sac noir sans prĂ©tention. Lorsque son regard a balayĂ© froidement le salon, il a suffisamment troublĂ© Jeffry pour qu'il dĂ©tourne les yeux. Les sourcils de Phyllis se sont froncĂ©s Ă  la vue du bagage minimal de Madisyn. « C'est tout ce que tu veux emporter?Qu'y a-t-il lĂ -dedans?Montre-moi », a-t-elle demandĂ©, le ton suspicieux. Jeffry a levĂ© la main pour mettre fin Ă  l'interrogatoire de sa femme. « Laisse-la tranquille. » Il s'agissait sans doute de la carte bancaire qu'il lui avait donnĂ©e et sur laquelle il ne restait qu'une centaine de milliers de dollars. Sans se laisser dĂ©concerter, Madisyn a posĂ© son sac sur la table, l'air stoĂŻque. « Inspecte-le si tu veux. » Phyllis, incapable de masquer sa mĂ©fiance, s'est moquĂ©e. « Elle a peut-ĂȘtre emportĂ© quelque chose de prĂ©cieux », a-t-elle marmonnĂ© en ouvrant le sac. En jetant un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'intĂ©rieur, elle n'a trouvĂ© qu'un carnet, quelques graines et une petite somme d'argent, loin des objets de valeur qu'elle craignait. Phyllis, le visage rougi par l'embarras de son accusation sans fondement, s'est redressĂ©e. « Je vais laisser le chauffeur t'emmener lĂ -bas », a-t-elle dit d'un ton sec. Jeffry, sous le poids de la situation, a fouillĂ© dans sa poche et en a sorti une carte. « Madisyn, Ă  ton retour, Ă©coute tes parents. Ce sont des fermiers, certes... mais ils sont bons, ce sont des gens simples. Tu devrais les aider. » Madisyn a regardĂ© la carte offerte avec ses beaux yeux, son expression calme. « Chacun a son propre destin Ă  accomplir », a-t-elle rĂ©pondu tranquillement, en repoussant la carte vers Jeffry. « Mais avant que je ne parte, il faut que les choses soient claires. Jenna, comment es-tu vraiment tombĂ©e dans ces escaliers?C'est ta derniĂšre chance de dire la vĂ©ritĂ©. » Jenna fulminait intĂ©rieurement, exaspĂ©rĂ©e par le calme serein de Madisyn, qui semblait l'Ă©lever au-dessus de tout le monde malgrĂ© ses origines modestes. Madisyn ne venait pas d'une famille riche! Elle Ă©tait juste la fille de deux fermiers! « Madisyn, qu'est-ce que tu insinues?Que je me suis jetĂ©e dans les escaliers?», a rĂ©torquĂ© Jenna. « Mes jambes, c'est ma vie, elles sont indispensables Ă  ma danse. Pourquoi me blesserais-je?» Au fur et Ă  mesure qu'elle parlait, les Ă©motions de Jenna sont allĂ©es crescendo, et elle a fondu en larmes de façon théùtrale, s'effondrant dans les bras de Phyllis. Soudain, Jenna se leva instinctivement Ă  cause d'un vase brisĂ©. Le silence s'est installĂ© dans la piĂšce et tout le monde, y compris Phyllis et Jeffry, a tournĂ© son regard choquĂ© vers elle. L'agilitĂ© soudaine de Jenna a Ă©tĂ© surprenante ; n'avait-elle pas dit qu'elle ne pouvait pas se tenir debout Ă  cause de ses blessures ? Chapitre 2 Le plus riche de Gemond Se rendant compte de son erreur, Jenna s'est effondrĂ©e dans le canapĂ©, s'agrippant Ă  ses jambes avec une dĂ©tresse exagĂ©rĂ©e. « AĂŻe, mes jambes! Elles me font si mal! » La rĂ©ponse de Jeffry n'Ă©tait pas de la colĂšre mais une culpabilitĂ© dirigĂ©e vers Madisyn. « Madisyn, comprends que Jenna est encore trĂšs jeune. Ne lui en veux pas... » Madisyn Ă©tait habituĂ©e Ă  entendre ce genre d'excuse trop souvent. « Bien sĂ»r, je ne me vengerais pas si un chien me mordait. AprĂšs tout, il apprend ce genre de comportement de ses maĂźtres, n'est-ce pas?» Avec un dernier ricanement qui a tranchĂ© l'air tendu, Madisyn a pris son modeste sac et s'est dirigĂ©e vers la porte, d'un pas dĂ©cidĂ© et inĂ©branlable. Elle ne s'est pas retournĂ©e vers la famille qu'elle laissait derriĂšre elle. Le trio qu'elle laissait dans son sillage fulminait de fureur. Dehors, le chauffeur attendait, inconscient de l'agitation qui rĂ©gnait entre les murs de la maison des Chapman. Depuis le retour de Jenna, le respect du personnel de la maison pour Madisyn s'Ă©tait considĂ©rablement dĂ©gradĂ© ; mĂȘme le chauffeur ne l'avait pas saluĂ©e comme il se devait lorsqu'elle s'Ă©tait approchĂ©e. Ignorant sa prĂ©sence, Madisyn est passĂ©e devant lui, la posture droite et rĂ©solue. Le chauffeur, la rattrapant avec un soupçon d'urgence dans ses pas, a appelĂ© : « Madisyn, on m'a dit de te conduire Ă  ta destination. » Madisyn s'est arrĂȘtĂ©e, se tournant lĂ©gĂšrement pour donner sa rĂ©ponse, son ton glacial : « Pas la peine. À partir de maintenant, je ne veux plus rien avoir Ă  faire avec la famille Chapman. » Sur ces derniers mots, elle a hĂ©lĂ© un taxi et a indiquĂ© au chauffeur l'adresse que Jeffry lui avait envoyĂ©e sur son tĂ©lĂ©phone. La destination Ă©tait un village humble et dĂ©labrĂ©, loin de l'opulence qu'elle avait connue. En arrivant, elle a remarquĂ© l'Ă©tat de dĂ©labrement de la maison de ses parents biologiques, l'air rempli de cris Ă©touffĂ©s qui lui ont serrĂ© le cƓur. En entrant, elle a vu beaucoup de monde. Le contraste Ă©tait saisissant. Un homme vĂȘtu d'un costume propre et Ă©lĂ©gant, entourĂ© de gardes du corps, se tenait devant un couple en pleurs, vĂȘtu d'un simple costume de paysan. Alors que Madisyn contemplait ce tableau surrĂ©aliste, l'homme s'est retournĂ©, les yeux remplis de rouge et d'incrĂ©dulitĂ©. Il s'est prĂ©cipitĂ© vers elle, les bras grands ouverts. « Ma fille, c'est bien toi! Je ne peux pas croire que tu sois vraiment vivante! » La voix de l'homme grand et imposant s'est brisĂ©e sous le coup de l'Ă©motion. Madisyn est restĂ©e bouche bĂ©e. Qui Ă©tait cet homme et pourquoi agissait-il de la sorte ? Madisyn a absorbĂ© les regards larmoyants du couple de paysans devant elle. Sa voix, tremblante de confusion, a finalement rompu le silence. « Maman, papa, qu'est-ce qui se passe?» Le fermier a soupirĂ© lourdement, sa voix Ă©tant fatiguĂ©e par le poids de vĂ©ritĂ©s inavouĂ©es. « Madisyn, nous ne sommes pas tes vĂ©ritables parents. Jenna est la fille lĂ©gitime des Chapman, mais toi, tu n'es pas la nĂŽtre. Notre bĂ©bĂ© est mort-nĂ©. » Il a marquĂ© une pause, faisant un geste vers l'homme bien habillĂ©. « Cet homme est ton vrai pĂšre. » Madisyn a regardĂ© l'Ă©tranger, notant les similitudes indĂ©niables entre leurs traits. L'homme a sorti un document de sa mallette, sa main tremblant lĂ©gĂšrement. « Madisyn, quand je t'ai vue pour la premiĂšre fois Ă  l'hĂŽpital, quelque chose en toi m'a interpellĂ©, mĂȘme si je l'ai Ă©cartĂ© Ă  ce moment-lĂ  », a-t-il expliquĂ©, la voix Ă©tranglĂ©e par l'Ă©motion. « AprĂšs avoir entendu parler des retrouvailles des Chapman avec leur vraie fille, j'ai voulu savoir s'il n'y avait pas eu une erreur. Ce test de paternitĂ© a confirmĂ© mes soupçons. Tu es bien ma fille. » En prenant le rapport, Madisyn a vu noir sur blanc la preuve indĂ©niable. D'ailleurs, mĂȘme sans cela, leur ressemblance en disait long. La rĂ©ponse de la jeune femme Ă©tait un silence rempli de pensĂ©es tumultueuses. Cette rĂ©vĂ©lation, ce nouveau rebondissement dans son rĂ©cit dĂ©jĂ  complexe, l'a submergĂ©e. L'homme a continuĂ© : « C'est beaucoup de choses Ă  assimiler, je sais. Mais voici la vĂ©ritĂ©. La nuit de ta naissance, une erreur tragique s'est produite au sein de l'hĂŽpital. À cause de la nĂ©gligence d'une infirmiĂšre, trois familles ont vu leurs vies s'entremĂȘler sans le savoir. L'enfant de ce couple a Ă©tĂ© dĂ©clarĂ© mort-nĂ© et nous a Ă©tĂ© remis par erreur, tu as fini chez les Chapman, et Jenna a Ă©tĂ© amenĂ©e ici. » « Ta mĂšre et moi Ă©tions dĂ©vastĂ©s, pensant que nous t'avions perdue », a-t-il ajoutĂ©, les yeux humides. « Tu ne peux pas savoir Ă  quel point cela a affectĂ© ta mĂšre. Elle attend anxieusement Ă  l'hĂŽtel, espĂ©rant enfin te rencontrer. » TouchĂ©e par sa sincĂ©ritĂ©, Madisyn a hochĂ© lentement la tĂȘte, son regard se portant Ă  nouveau sur les fermiers. La voix de l'homme en costume s'est adoucie lorsqu'il a promis : « Tout cela n'Ă©tait qu'un accident. Ils sont eux aussi des victimes. J'ai l'intention de leur offrir une compensation pour leur perte. » Le fermier a fait un signe de la main dĂ©daigneux, mais sa voix est restĂ©e ferme. « Nous n'avons pas besoin de compensation, la vĂ©ritĂ© nous suffit. » Il y avait dans la voix du fermier une pointe de lassitude mĂȘlĂ©e Ă  une subtile dĂ©sillusion. Sa relation avec Jenna, la fille que sa femme et lui avaient Ă©levĂ©e comme leur propre fille, s'Ă©tait dĂ©tĂ©riorĂ©e aprĂšs qu'elle avait retrouvĂ© sa famille biologique ; elle avait cessĂ© toute communication avec eux. « Vous devriez rentrer chez vous maintenant. Votre famille sera enfin rĂ©unie, ne perdez pas votre temps ici », a-t-il dit, son expression mĂȘlant tristesse et dĂ©tachement, tandis qu'il guidait Madisyn et l'homme en costume vers la porte. Madisyn a suivi l'homme en costume jusqu'Ă  une rutilante Rolls-Royce garĂ©e sur le trottoir. L'opulence du vĂ©hicule contrastait fortement avec la modeste maison dont elle venait de sortir. « Madisyn, moi c'est Glenn Johns, ton pĂšre. À partir de maintenant, je suis lĂ  pour toi ; n'hĂ©site pas Ă  me demander ce dont tu as besoin », a dit l'homme en costume, d'une voix douce mais ferme. La prise de conscience s'est faite lentement : Glenn Johns n'Ă©tait pas seulement un homme riche, il Ă©tait le PDG du Groupe Johns, l'homme le plus riche de Gemond. Les implications de sa nouvelle lignĂ©e ont commencĂ© Ă  s'installer, lourdes et profondes. Madisyn a acquiescĂ© lentement. L'HĂŽtel d'Alpenglow Ă©tait le plus luxueux de Gemond. Jenna, vĂȘtue d'une robe Chanel fluide, incarnait l'Ă©lĂ©gance lorsqu'elle est entrĂ©e dans le grand hall d'entrĂ©e avec ses parents. L'occasion Ă©tait capitale ; Phyllis venait d'apprendre que Lynda Johns, vice-prĂ©sidente de l'Association Nationale de Danse et juge de la compĂ©tition nationale, Ă©tait en ville. Phyllis avait vite compris que le fait d'ĂȘtre sous la tutelle de Lynda pouvait permettre Ă  Jenna de remporter le championnat. Dans cette optique, elle avait fait habiller Jenna de ses plus beaux atours et l'avait emmenĂ©e en vitesse Ă  l'hĂŽtel. Mais Ă  leur arrivĂ©e, une surprise les attendait. De l'autre cĂŽtĂ© du hall, Madisyn se tenait debout, habillĂ©e simplement d'un T-shirt et d'un jean, mais elle se comportait avec une grĂące posĂ©e qui semblait attirer les regards. À cĂŽtĂ© d'elle se trouvait un homme en costume, dont la prĂ©sence Ă©tait impressionnante, mĂȘme si Phyllis ne voyait pas les traits de celui-ci. « Madisyn?Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait ici?», a murmurĂ© Phyllis sous sa respiration, son ton mĂȘlant confusion et agacement. Chapitre 3 Sa vraie famille « La nouvelle de l'arrivĂ©e de Mme Johns a sans doute Ă©tĂ© divulguĂ©e », a dĂ©clarĂ© Jenna avec une façade d'innocence, sa voix Ă©tant basse et teintĂ©e de curiositĂ©. « On dirait que Madisyn veut aussi apprendre de Mme Johns qui ne sait peut-ĂȘtre pas encore que Madisyn a Ă©tĂ© chassĂ©e de chez nous. On dirait que nous pourrions toutes les deux finir par devenir ses Ă©lĂšves! » Le visage de Phyllis s'est assombri d'inquiĂ©tude aux paroles de Jenna. Elle s'est prĂ©cipitĂ©e, son intention Ă©tant claire : intercepter Madisyn avant qu'elle n'ait pu Ă©tablir des relations influentes. Mais Madisyn se dirigeait dĂ©jĂ  rapidement vers la Salle d'Émeraude, la salle la plus exclusive et la plus privĂ©e de l'hĂŽtel. Phyllis est restĂ©e perplexe. Pourquoi Madisyn se rendrait-elle dans la Salle d'Émeraude ? Jenna, rattrapĂ©e par son retard, a partagĂ© la surprise de sa mĂšre. « Maman, cette salle n'est pas ouverte Ă  tout le monde. On dirait que Madisyn a plus de contacts qu'on ne le pensait. Elle doit avoir des amis trĂšs impressionnants. » « Quel genre d'amis pourrait-elle bien avoir?», a marmonnĂ© Phyllis avec amertume, son esprit s'emballant avec des hypothĂšses dĂ©favorables. Le dĂ©goĂ»t l'a momentanĂ©ment envahie alors que Phyllis Ă©tait aux prises avec ces pensĂ©es, mais elle n'a pas eu le temps de s'y attarder. Avec un sentiment d'urgence, elle a sorti son tĂ©lĂ©phone et a appelĂ© Lynda. « Toutes mes excuses, je suis en train de traiter une affaire urgente. » La voix de Lynda Ă©tait dĂ©tachĂ©e et vive au tĂ©lĂ©phone avant qu'elle ne mette fin Ă  l'appel. Jenna Ă©tant accablĂ©e par le dĂ©couragement, son moral a chutĂ© et elle s'est masquĂ© le visage avec ses mains, des larmes coulant entre ses doigts. Jeffry l'a enlacĂ©e, sa voix empreinte d'une douce assurance. « Jenna, ne t'inquiĂšte pas. Nous aurons d'autres occasions. Nous trouverons un autre moyen. » Pendant ce temps, Lynda a reposĂ© son tĂ©lĂ©phone sur le coussin Ă  cĂŽtĂ© d'elle. Son frĂšre Glenn avait organisĂ© une rĂ©union de famille immĂ©diate aprĂšs la dĂ©couverte de sa fille perdue de vue depuis longtemps. « Madisyn a dĂ» traverser beaucoup d'Ă©preuves au fil des ans », a dĂ©clarĂ© Kristine Johns, assise Ă©lĂ©gamment Ă  cĂŽtĂ© de Lynda. Elle avait des traits remarquables, un maquillage exquis et Ă©tait habillĂ©e d'une robe luxueuse. Bien qu'elle renvoie l'image d'une dame raffinĂ©e, son expression trahissait une profonde inquiĂ©tude. Lynda a rĂ©pondu pensivement : « J'ai entendu dire que son ancienne famille l'avait bien traitĂ©e. Elle n'a peut-ĂȘtre pas Ă©tĂ© confrontĂ©e aux difficultĂ©s que nous imaginons. » La rĂ©ponse de Kristine Ă©tait empreinte de conviction. « Il est essentiel que nous lui apportions notre chaleur et notre soutien. » Lynda a caressĂ© affectueusement la tĂȘte de Kristine, fiĂšre du bon caractĂšre de son Ă©lĂšve. Cette derniĂšre avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e par la famille Johns. L'accueil qu'elle a rĂ©servĂ© Ă  Madisyn a mis en Ă©vidence son esprit gĂ©nĂ©reux et sa gentillesse. Elle n'avait pas peur que le retour de Madisyn menace son statut. Dans un coin, Elaine Johns Ă©tait assise tranquillement, le regard fixĂ© sur la porte, impatiente et dans l'expectative. Kristine a perçu l'intensitĂ© du regard d'Elaine et s'est sentie mal Ă  l'aise. Enfin, la porte s'est ouverte, la jeune femme qui entrait Ă©tait magnifique, ses traits exquis et distants reflĂ©tant ceux d'Elaine de maniĂšre suffisamment frappante pour affirmer leur parentĂ©. Kristine a ressenti un vide inexplicable Ă  cette vue. Elaine, incapable de contenir ses Ă©motions plus longtemps, s'est Ă©lancĂ©e en avant. « Ma fille! », s'est-elle exclamĂ©e en serrant Madisyn dans ses bras, ses larmes coulant Ă  flots. Madisyn est restĂ©e momentanĂ©ment abasourdie par l'intensitĂ© de l'accueil, ses mains tapotant avec hĂ©sitation le dos d'Elaine. Elle sentait naĂźtre en elle une nouvelle chaleur, une chaleur familiale. C'Ă©tait donc ça, avoir une famille aimante. « Laisse Madisyn s'asseoir d'abord », a dit Glenn d'une voix douce. Alors qu'ils s'installaient dans le canapĂ©, Elaine s'est accrochĂ©e Ă  Madisyn, essayant de stabiliser sa voix Ă  travers ses larmes. « Madisyn, je suis dĂ©solĂ©e qu'il nous ait fallu autant de temps pour te retrouver. Tu as dĂ» endurer tellement de choses. » « Je... Ça va, ça va. Je vais bien. » Les larmes d'Elaine, chaudes et sincĂšres, ont coulĂ© sur la main de Madisyn, laissant celle-ci quelque peu dĂ©semparĂ©e. TouchĂ©e par une telle dĂ©monstration de sincĂ©ritĂ©, elle a gentiment rassurĂ© Elaine : « Ne pleure pas, maman. Nous sommes ensemble maintenant. » Le terme « maman » a semblĂ© susciter une joie profonde chez Elaine, dont la voix s'est mise Ă  trembler lorsqu'elle a rĂ©pondu : « Oui, tu es de retour. Et je promets de tout arranger. » Glenn a observĂ© l'Ă©change avec un sourire radieux, son impatience Ă©tant palpable lorsqu'il a regardĂ© Madisyn. Sentant le poids de son regard, la jeune femme s'est tournĂ©e vers lui. « Hum... Papa. » « Nous sommes si heureux d'ĂȘtre rĂ©unis avec toi, ma Madisyn. » Glenn rayonnait, son visage s'illuminant de bonheur, une expression rare de pure joie. « Laisse-moi te prĂ©senter Ă  notre famille. Voici ta tante Lynda. » Lynda a observĂ© Madisyn, lui adressant un lĂ©ger signe de tĂȘte en guise de reconnaissance. Madisyn lui a rendu le geste avec une chaleur polie. Puis c'Ă©tait au tour de Kristine. Le sourire de celle-ci Ă©tait radieux lorsqu'elle s'est adressĂ©e Ă  Madisyn. « J'attendais depuis si longtemps de pouvoir enfin le dire ; j'ai maintenant une sƓur dont je peux me vanter. » Elaine est intervenue, la voix teintĂ©e d'une pointe d'hĂ©sitation : « Voici Kristine. Son pĂšre Ă©tait un ami proche de ton pĂšre. Kristine a perdu ses parents quand elle Ă©tait enfant, et nous l'avons recueillie. Si cela te met mal Ă  l'aise... » « Ce n'est pas grave. » Madisyn l'a interrompue doucement, comprenant ce qu'elle voulait dire. « Tu as aussi trois frĂšres, mais ils ne sont pas lĂ  pour l'instant. Nous ferons en sorte que tu les rencontres plus tard! » Elaine a continuĂ©, un sourire illuminant son visage alors qu'elle observait le hochement de tĂȘte de Madisyn qui acceptait. Glenn a pris son tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Ça a sans doute Ă©tĂ© dur pour toi pendant toutes ces annĂ©es, Madisyn. Commençons par Ă©changer nos numĂ©ros », a-t-il suggĂ©rĂ©. Elaine s'est empressĂ©e de lui emboĂźter le pas en sortant aussi son tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Échange ton numĂ©ro avec moi aussi », a-t-elle ajoutĂ© avec empressement. AprĂšs que Madisyn a Ă©changĂ© ses numĂ©ros avec eux, son tĂ©lĂ©phone a bourdonnĂ© de deux notifications. Son pĂšre lui avait envoyĂ© dix millions de dollars par le biais de Venmo, et sa mĂšre avait fait de mĂȘme. Glenn a souri, sa voix empreinte d'une gĂ©nĂ©rositĂ© dĂ©sinvolte. « Voici un peu d'argent de poche de la part de maman et papa. Si ce n'est pas assez pour toi, fais-le-moi savoir. » La chaleur d'Elaine n'a pas faibli. « Et j'ai choisi des vĂȘtements pour toi. Tu pourras les essayer quand nous rentrerons Ă  la maison! » Ce tourbillon de gĂ©nĂ©rositĂ© n'Ă©tait pas familier Ă  Madisyn, mais il lui apportait une chaleur qu'elle n'avait jamais connue. Mais Kristine se sentait Ă  la fois mal Ă  l'aise et choquĂ©e. Glenn et Elaine venaient de transfĂ©rer en toute dĂ©contraction vingt millions de dollars Ă  Madisyn, une somme qui Ă©clipsait sa propre allocation mensuelle, relativement modeste. Était-ce parce que Madisyn Ă©tait leur enfant biologique et qu'elle avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e ? Chapitre 4 Son frĂšre Pendant tout le repas, Elaine et Glenn se sont relayĂ©s pour dĂ©poser de la nourriture dans l'assiette de Madisyn, la nourriture empilĂ©e ressemblant Ă  une petite montagne. Lorsque Madisyn a tout fini, son estomac Ă©tait plein. C'Ă©tait un vĂ©ritable flot d'affection, inĂ©dit et rĂ©confortant, qui s'exprimait Ă  travers chaque plat offert par ses parents. La sonnerie soudaine du tĂ©lĂ©phone de Glenn a coupĂ© court Ă  ce moment. Il a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'identifiant de l'appelant et un large sourire s'est dessinĂ© sur son visage. « Madisyn, c'est l'un de tes frĂšres aĂźnĂ©s qui est en ligne, le plus jeune d'entre eux. Il est impatient de te rencontrer. » Il a rĂ©pondu Ă  l'appel vidĂ©o, et une voix dĂ©bordante d'enthousiasme s'est fait entendre. « Tu l'as retrouvĂ©e?J'ai hĂąte de la voir! » Glenn a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  Madisyn, qui a fait un timide signe de tĂȘte, ce qui a incitĂ© Glenn Ă  orienter le tĂ©lĂ©phone vers elle. « La voilĂ , ta petite sƓur, Madisyn. » « Ouais, on est vraiment de la mĂȘme famille! » Le visage Ă  l'Ă©cran s'est illuminĂ© d'un sourire malicieux. Le cƓur de Madisyn a sautĂ© un battement lorsqu'elle a reconnu Waylon, une cĂ©lĂšbre star de cinĂ©ma laurĂ©ate d'un prix. En un instant, son univers s'est Ă©largi, ses liens familiaux s'Ă©tant Ă©tendus Ă  des domaines qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginĂ©s. « Salut », a dit Madisyn, sa voix n'Ă©tant qu'un doux chuchotement. L'excitation de Waylon Johns a traversĂ© le tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Madisyn, je suis coincĂ© sur le plateau en ce moment, donc je ne peux pas revenir, mais je t'enverrai bientĂŽt quelque chose de spĂ©cial! » Son affection Ă©tait Ă©vidente. MalgrĂ© leur lien biologique rĂ©cemment dĂ©couvert, la chaleur de Waylon Ă©tait authentique et immĂ©diate. Waylon et ses frĂšres espĂ©raient depuis longtemps avoir une petite sƓur. Ils avaient bien Kristine, mais elle avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e par leurs parents alors qu'elle n'Ă©tait plus un bĂ©bĂ©, et elle n'Ă©tait pas liĂ©e Ă  eux par le sang, ce qui faisait qu'ils n'Ă©taient pas si proches. Waylon s'est alors tournĂ© vers l'homme noble et distant qui se trouvait Ă  ses cĂŽtĂ©s. « Andrew, voici ma sƓur. N'est-elle pas adorable?» Andrew Klein, connu pour sa rĂ©serve et sa prestance, a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'Ă©cran. DĂšs qu'il a vu la jeune fille sur l'Ă©cran, son regard jusqu'alors dĂ©contractĂ© s'est instantanĂ©ment figĂ©. Les longs cheveux souples de Madisyn descendaient sur ses Ă©paules et ses traits dĂ©licats, qui reflĂ©taient remarquablement les traits de la famille Johns, Ă©taient trĂšs sĂ©duisants. Ses yeux ambrĂ©s, empreints d'un soupçon de paresse et d'indiffĂ©rence, semblaient apaiser quiconque entrait en contact avec sa vue. Les yeux d'Andrew Ă©taient profonds. Madisyn est restĂ©e calme pendant l'appel vidĂ©o, mais la rĂ©action de Kristine a Ă©tĂ© moins contrĂŽlĂ©e. À la mention de « Andrew », le corps de cette derniĂšre s'est raidi, ses yeux s'Ă©tant fixĂ©s sur l'Ă©cran oĂč Andrew apparaissait plus frappant que jamais. Son attitude distante lui a fait soupçonner qu'il n'accorderait pas beaucoup d'attention Ă  Madisyn. « Salut. » La salutation d'Andrew Ă©tait brĂšve, sa voix basse. Kristine a ressenti un malaise, ses ongles s'enfonçant dans sa paume. Elle s'est rassurĂ©e silencieusement en se disant que le salut d'Andrew n'Ă©tait qu'une formalitĂ©. Madisyn a rĂ©pondu par un hochement de tĂȘte poli, son attitude Ă©tant calme et dĂ©tachĂ©e. Waylon a continuĂ© Ă  bavarder au tĂ©lĂ©phone avec Madisyn jusqu'Ă  ce que Glenn intervienne, lui rappelant de ne pas priver Madisyn de son repas. MĂȘme si son pĂšre lui a raccrochĂ© au nez, Waylon Ă©tait visiblement ravi, se retournant vers Andrew avec un sourire. « C'est ma petite sƓur perdue de vue depuis longtemps. N'est-elle pas adorable?Il faut que je finisse vite et que j'aille la retrouver. » Il lui a ensuite lancĂ© une invitation dĂ©contractĂ©e. « Andrew, tu veux venir avec moi?» Il savait qu'Andrew Ă©vitait gĂ©nĂ©ralement de se rendre Ă  la rĂ©sidence de la famille Johns en raison de l'affection manifeste de Kristine. Il y avait eu un ancien arrangement concernant un mariage potentiel entre la famille Johns et la famille Klein, mais il s'agissait simplement d'un accord verbal conclu par les aĂźnĂ©s. Les Klein, une famille importante de la ville d'Ansport, Ă©taient bien supĂ©rieure en statut et en influence aux Johns de Gemond, et Kristine semblait encore plus dĂ©lirante lorsqu'elle s'accrochait Ă  l'idĂ©e d'Ă©pouser Andrew. Andrew, le regard intense et distant, lui a rĂ©pondu nonchalamment : « Bien sĂ»r, ça fait un moment que je n'ai pas vu tes parents. » Waylon a clignĂ© des yeux, dĂ©contenancĂ© par l'acceptation inattendue d'Andrew. Était-il vraiment sĂ©rieux ? Chapitre 5 La sotte arrogante À la fin du repas, tous les membres de la famille Johns se sont dirigĂ©s vers leur vaste manoir, qui Ă©clipsait la villa plus simple de la famille Chapman, tant par son ampleur que par sa splendeur. La propriĂ©tĂ© dĂ©gageait une Ă©lĂ©gance royale, Ă  l'image d'un chĂąteau par sa grandeur. Elaine a impatiemment escortĂ© Madisyn Ă  travers les vastes couloirs jusqu'Ă  une chambre spĂ©cialement prĂ©parĂ©e. La chambre Ă©tait une vĂ©ritable vision de la grĂące fĂ©minine, dĂ©corĂ©e de teintes dĂ©licates et d'ornements bien pensĂ©s, qui rendaient Madisyn muette Ă  cause de son ambiance trop fĂ©minine. Au milieu de cette retraite enchanteresse, Elaine a regardĂ© Madisyn avec des yeux pleins d'attente et lui a demandĂ© doucement : « Madisyn, est-ce que c'est Ă  ton goĂ»t?» « Oui, j'adore », a rĂ©pondu Madisyn, la voix teintĂ©e d'un soupçon d'impuissance. Elaine Ă©tait ravie et lui a serrĂ© la main avec douceur. « C'est trĂšs agrĂ©able! Si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit, tu n'as qu'Ă  me le dire », a-t-elle dit, pĂ©tillante de joie. « Maintenant, laisse-moi te montrer la garde-robe que ton pĂšre et moi avons choisie pour toi! » Elaine a ouvert les portes de l'armoire d'un geste majestueux. Les yeux de Madisyn se sont Ă©carquillĂ©s devant la multitude de robes exquises et opulentes qui scintillaient sous l'Ă©clairage tamisĂ©. « Ce n'est que le dĂ©but. Il y en a d'autres qui arriveront demain », a annoncĂ© Elaine. « Merci, maman, mais n'est-ce pas un peu trop?», a demandĂ© Madisyn. Elaine a Ă©clatĂ© de rire, Ă©cartant l'inquiĂ©tude. « Oh, jamais! Une fille n'a jamais trop de robes. Cet aprĂšs-midi, nous allons faire du shopping pour que tu puisses ajouter tout ce qui te plaira! », a-t-elle dĂ©clarĂ© avec un sourire gĂ©nĂ©reux. Madisyn, bien que dĂ©passĂ©e, a ressenti une profonde chaleur dans les gestes qui l'entouraient. Elaine avait l'intention d'attendre quelques jours avant de changer le nom de Madisyn. Mais celle-ci, sentant l'amour sincĂšre d'Elaine et de Glenn, ne voyait aucune raison d'attendre. L'aprĂšs-midi mĂȘme, ils se sont rendus Ă  la mairie locale, oĂč Madisyn a officiellement adoptĂ© le nom de famille Johns, devenant Madisyn Johns. Une fois les formalitĂ©s lĂ©gales accomplies, Elaine a serrĂ© la main de Madisyn, la voix pleine d'excitation. « ChĂ©rie, allons faire du shopping et voyons ce qui attire ton attention. » Glenn les a observĂ©es d'un regard tendre, avec du regret dans le ton. « Amusez-vous bien toutes les deux. J'ai du travail cet aprĂšs-midi et je ne peux pas vous accompagner. VoilĂ  dix millions, faites-vous plaisir, peu importe ce que vous trouverez. » S'adaptant au style de vie fastueux de ses parents, Madisyn a remerciĂ© Glenn et a pris la gĂ©nĂ©reuse somme. Il lui a tapotĂ© la tĂȘte avec amour, ses yeux dĂ©bordant d'affection paternelle. Le Mall de Moonshine Ă©tait le centre commercial de luxe le mieux classĂ© de Gemond. Elaine a conduit Madisyn Ă  la boutique chic de Chanel, les yeux brillants d'excitation alors qu'elle imaginait sa fille dans chaque piĂšce. Rapidement, elle a choisi une collection de vĂȘtements. « ChĂ©rie, essaie-les. S'ils te conviennent, nous les prendrons tous. » Madisyn, qui se sentait un peu dĂ©passĂ©e, a acquiescĂ© et a rassemblĂ© les vĂȘtements. Alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers la cabine d'essayage, elle a remarquĂ© que Phyllis et Jenna s'approchaient. Jenna, manifestement de mauvaise humeur, a Ă©tĂ© amenĂ©e par Phyllis pour se livrer Ă  une thĂ©rapie de shopping. Sa surprise de voir Madisyn Ă©tait Ă©vidente. « Madisyn! », s'est-elle exclamĂ©e, sa voix rĂ©sonnant d'incrĂ©dulitĂ©. Elaine, qui s'est retournĂ©e Ă  la voix, a reconnu le couple instantanĂ©ment. Elle s'est radoucie, connaissant le rĂŽle important de la famille Chapman dans l'Ă©ducation de Madisyn. Pour rendre la pareille, Glenn avait dĂ©jĂ  acceptĂ© de travailler avec l'entreprise de la famille Chapman, et il Ă©tait retournĂ© Ă  l'entreprise un peu plus tĂŽt pour rencontrer Jeffry et discuter de la coopĂ©ration. Alors qu'Elaine prĂ©parait un accueil chaleureux, prĂ©voyant mĂȘme de payer les courses de Phyllis et de Jenna en signe de bonne volontĂ©, le ton de cette derniĂšre a changĂ© brusquement. « Madisyn, que fais-tu ici?Nous sommes dans une boutique Chanel. Est-ce que tu peux te permettre quoi que ce soit?» Phyllis a regardĂ© attentivement Madisyn, son visage s'assombrissant au fur et Ă  mesure qu'elle se souvenait de la scĂšne Ă  laquelle elle avait assistĂ© Ă  l'HĂŽtel d'Alpenglow plus tĂŽt dans la journĂ©e. « Madisyn, pourquoi tu n'es pas avec tes parents pauvres?Tu achĂštes des produits de luxe ici, oĂč as-tu trouvĂ© cet argent?» Madisyn, le visage figĂ© dans un masque de dĂ©tachement glacial, a rĂ©pondu sans la moindre chaleur : « Mes affaires ne vous regardent plus. » L'opinion de Madisyn sur la famille Chapman a pris forme Ă  ce moment-lĂ , reflĂ©tant des annĂ©es de loyautĂ© non rĂ©ciproque. Elle avait Ă©levĂ© leur modeste entreprise au rang de centrale cotĂ©e en bourse, pensant qu'elle avait remboursĂ© la dette de gratitude pour l'avoir Ă©levĂ©e. Pourtant, les Chapman n'Ă©taient pas conscients de son aide. L'expression d'Elaine est devenue sĂ©vĂšre alors qu'elle absorbait la duretĂ© des mots de Phyllis. La famille qu'elle avait imaginĂ©e comme faisant partie du passĂ© de Madisyn Ă©tait loin de la rĂ©alitĂ© qui se prĂ©sentait Ă  elle. Ils traitaient Madisyn non pas avec une attention familiale, mais avec une franche hostilitĂ©. « Excusez-moi, j'ai cru comprendre que cette jeune femme Ă©tait autrefois une fille pour vous, mais pourquoi la traitez-vous ainsi maintenant?», est intervenue Elaine, incapable de retenir sa consternation. Avec un public maintenant prĂ©sent, Phyllis a expirĂ© profondĂ©ment, son visage Ă©tant un masque de rĂ©signation douloureuse. « En effet, elle Ă©tait une fille pour moi autrefois. Mais je dois vous avertir, madame, de ne pas vous laisser abuser par sa façade. Elle a profĂ©rĂ© de nombreux mensonges et a mĂȘme volĂ© de l'argent Ă  notre famille. C'est une honte! » Elle a poursuivi, la voix chargĂ©e d'une feinte dĂ©tresse : « Ma dĂ©ception a Ă©tĂ© profonde et je n'ai eu d'autre choix que de l'Ă©loigner de notre famille, malgrĂ© les annĂ©es que nous avons passĂ©es Ă  l'Ă©lever. » Phyllis Ă©tait dĂ©terminĂ©e Ă  dĂ©peindre Madisyn sous le pire jour possible, en s'assurant qu'aucune dame fortunĂ©e ne penserait du bien de Madisyn, de peur que le bruit ne se rĂ©pande qu'elle a Ă©tĂ© trop sĂ©vĂšre avec cette fausse fille. Pour rendre ses paroles plus convaincantes, elle s'est mĂȘme tamponnĂ© les yeux, simulant des larmes pour souligner son prĂ©tendu dĂ©sespoir. Phyllis Ă©tait en train de la discrĂ©diter devant sa propre mĂšre. L'expression de Madisyn s'est durcie, une Ă©tincelle dangereuse s'allumant dans son regard lorsqu... ...... ==== Madisyn a dĂ©couvert avec stupeur qu'elle n'Ă©tait pas l'enfant biologique de ses parents. À cause des manigances de la vraie fille, elle a Ă©tĂ© mise Ă  la porte et est devenue la risĂ©e de tous. Alors qu'on la croyait issue d'une famille de paysans, Madisyn a dĂ©couvert que son vrai pĂšre Ă©tait l'homme le plus riche de la ville et que ses frĂšres Ă©taient des personnalitĂ©s renommĂ©es dans leur domaine respectif. Ils la couvraient d'amour, avant d'apprendre que Madisyn avait sa propre entreprise florissante... Que se passe-t-il ensuite? Le nombre de chapitres affichĂ©s est limitĂ©. Appuyez sur le bouton ci-dessous pour installer notre application et lire les chapitres suivants. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 NĂ€chstes Kapitel lesen👉👉👉 TagsĂŒber waren sie Fremde auf und ab, nachts wusste nur sie, wie verrĂŒckt er war, und niemand wusste von ihrer Beziehung bis zu diesem Tag ...... ===== „Herzlichen GlĂŒckwunsch, du wirst Mutter!" Seit heute Nachmittag konnte Raegan Hayes sie nur noch an die Worte des Arztes denken. Mitchel war ihr Ehemann. Sie waren zwei Jahre lang heimlich verheiratet gewesen. Er war ihr Vorgesetzter bei der Arbeit, der PrĂ€sident der Dixon Group. Alles war so schnell passiert. Sobald sie in die Firma eintrat, heirateten sie unerwartet. Damals Mitchels Großvater schwer krank. Damn schlug er eine Scheinehe vor, nur um den letzten Wunsch seines Großvaters zu erfĂŒllen. Sie unterzeichneten einen Ehevertrag und stimmten zu, ihre Ehe vor der Öffentlichkeit geheim zu halten. Ihre Gewerkschaft kann jederzeit aufgelöst werden. Es war eine unkonventionelle Vorgehensweise. Raegan schĂ€tzte sich zu diesem Zeitpunkt jedoch nur glĂŒcklich. Niemals hĂ€tte sie gedacht, dass sie jemals den Mann heiraten wĂŒrde, in den sie acht Jahre lang verknallt war. Sie stimmte freudig zu. Nach ihrer Hochzeit war Mitchel sehr beschĂ€ftigt. Die meiste Zeit verbrachte er mit Arbeit. Raegan wĂŒnschte, sie könnte mehr Zeit mit ihm zu Hause verbringen. Sie war jedoch beruhigt, weil es in den letzten zwei Jahren keine GerĂŒchte oder Skandale ĂŒber ihn mit Frauen gegeben hatte. Abgesehen von seiner leichten GleichgĂŒltigkeit war Mitchel ein perfekter Ehemann. Raegan hatte gemischte GefĂŒhle, als sie das Ergebnis des Schwangerschaftstests betrachtete. Am Ende beschloss sie, Mitchel die Wahrheit zu sagen. Sie wollte ihm auch sagen, dass sie nicht erst vor zwei Jahren zum ersten Mal von ihm erfahren hatte und dass sie schon viele Jahre zuvor in ihn verknallt gewesen war. Die Dusche im Badezimmer ging endlich aus. Sobald Mitchel herauskam, klingelte sein Telefon. Nur ging er auf den Balkon und nahm das Telefon ab. Raegan sah auf die Uhr und stellte fest, dass es bereits Mitternacht war. Sie fĂŒhlte sich ein wenig unwohl. Wer wĂŒrde Mitchel zu dieser unchristlichen Stundeanrufen? Mitchel verbrachte ein paar Minuten auf dem Balkon. Danach kehrte er ins Zimmer zurĂŒck und nahm sein Hemd und seine Anzughose vom Bett. Er zog sie an und verknotete dann die Krawatte mit seinen schlanken Fingern Sein hĂŒbsches Gesicht mit den klaren Konturen verlieh ihm heute Abend ein wĂŒrdevolleres Aussehen. Er war jetzt eine Augenweide. „Warte nicht auf mich. Gute Nacht", sagte er schließlich. Was? Er war auf dem Weg nach draußen? Um diese Uhrzeit? Raegans Griff um das Ergebnis des Schwangerschaftstests wurde fester, als sie ihn enttĂ€uscht anstarrte. Unbewusst zog sie sich leicht zurĂŒck. Nachdem sie eine Weile nachgedacht hatte, platzte es heraus: „Es ist schon so spĂ€t." Mitchels Finger erfroren an seiner Krawatte. „Sei brav, okay?" Ich muss etwas tun. Warte nicht." Damit ging er zur TĂŒr. „Mitchel." Raegan rannte schnell los und holte ihn ein. Mitchel drehte sich um und sah sie ernst an. „Was ist los?" In seiner Stimme lag ein Hauch von KĂ€lte. Eine eisige Wolke hing ĂŒber ihnen, als sie einander anstarrten. Ein wenig verzweifelt fragte Raegan mit leiser Stimme: „Ich möchte morgen meine Oma besuchen. Kannst du mich dorthin begleiten?" Gebrechlich und krank, wollte ihre Großmutter sie immer sehen. Deshalb wollte Raegan Mitchel dorthin bringen, um ihrer Großmutter zu versichern, dass sie glĂŒcklich waren. „Lass uns morgen darĂŒber reden, ok?" Ohne zuzustimmen oder abzulehnen, verließ Mitchel eilig den Raum. Mehrere Gedanken gingen Raegan durch den Kopf, als sie duschte und sich wieder ins Bett legte. Sie konnte kein Auge zutun. Nachdem sie sich lange hin und her gewĂ€lzt hatte, stand sie auf und machte sich ein warmes Glas Milch. Auf ihrem Telefon gingen einige Benachrichtigungen von Online-Blogs ein. Sie war jedoch nicht an ihnen interessiert. Sie wollte sie gerade wegschieben, als einer von ihnen ihre Aufmerksamkeit erregte. Der vertraute Name ließ sie darauf klicken. In der Nachricht hieß es: „Die berĂŒhmte Designerin Lauren Murray wurde heute mit ihrem mysteriösen Freund am Flughafen gesichtet." Lauren trug einen Anglerhut. Die Gestalt des Mannes war vage, aber die Umrisse seines Körpers reichten aus, um zu erkennen, dass er schneidig war. Raegan zoomte in das Bild hinein. Im nĂ€chsten Moment sank ihr das Herz. Mitchel war auf dem Bild! Also hat er das Nachmittagstreffen abgesagt, nur um seine Ex-Freundin vom Flughafen abzuholen? Diese Erkenntnis setzte sich wie ein Felsbrocken in Ragans Magen fest und brachte sie aus der Fassung. Ihre HĂ€nde zitterten. Unbewusst wĂ€hlte sie Mitchels Nummer. Der WĂ€hlton brachte sie wieder zur Besinnung. Gerade als sie auflegen wollte, wurde die Leitung verbunden und am anderen Ende ertönte eine Stimme. "Hallo!" Es war eine besonders sanfte Frauenstimme. Raegan erstarrte fĂŒr eine Sekunde und warf dann das Telefon weg. Ihr war plötzlich schlecht. Ihr stieg die Galle in die Kehle. Sie hielt sich den Mund zu, rannte ins Bad und ĂŒbergab sich in die ToilettenschĂŒssel. Am nĂ€chsten Morgen ging Raegan pĂŒnktlich zur Arbeit. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after the wedding. Sie bestand hartnĂ€ckig darauf, ihr eigenes Geld zu verdienen. Mitchel widersetzte sich ihrer Entscheidung nicht, aber er bat sie, als seine Assistentin zu arbeiten und ihm bei den tĂ€glichen Aufgaben zu helfen. Der Chefassistent Matteo Jenkins musste sich um die wichtigen Angelegenheiten von Mitchel kĂŒmmern. Matteo war der einzige Mitarbeiter der Dixon-Gruppe, der von ihrer Ehe wusste. Seit der GrĂŒndung wurden nur mĂ€nnliche Assistenten fĂŒr das BĂŒro des PrĂ€sidenten eingestellt. Reagan war die erste und einzige Frau. Ihre Anstellung stellte einen Verstoß gegen das Protokoll dar. Infolgedessen konnten andere Arbeitnehmer nicht umhin, sich zu fragen, ob sie mit Mitchel zusammen war. Es dauerte eine Weile, bis ihnen klar wurde, dass Mitchel Raegan nie eine Sonderbehandlung zukommen ließ. Seltsamerweise steigerte dies ihre Verachtung noch mehr. Schließlich wĂŒrde es niemand lange aushalten, wenn er ihr Aussehen ausnutzen wĂŒrde. Daher war es seltsam, dass Raegan ihren Job so lange behielt. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt ĂŒbergab einer von Ragans Kollegen ihr ein Dokument und befahl ihr, es in Mitchels BĂŒro zu bringen. Mitchel ist letzte Nacht nicht nach Hause gekommen. Raegan war so besorgt, dass sie ĂŒberhaupt nicht mehr schlafen konnte. Alles, woran sie denken konnte, war die Frau, die an sein Telefon ging, als sie anrief. Raegan kannte die Antwort darauf bereits, aber sie versuchte es noch immer nicht. Es war schwierig fĂŒr sie, die Tatsache zu akzeptieren. Raegan versuchte jetzt, ruhig zu bleiben. Sie war der Meinung, dass sie, egal was passierte, ein Ergebnis verdiente, das sie fĂŒr all die Jahre, die sie in der Liebe zu Mitchel verbracht hatte, belohnen wĂŒrde. Das kann doch nicht alles umsonst gewesen sein, oder? Sie drĂŒckte ruhig den Aufzugsknopf und fuhr hinauf in das BĂŒro des PrĂ€sidenten. Bevor sie den Aufzug verließ, glĂ€ttete sie ihr Haar, um sicherzugehen, dass sie gut aussah. Als sie im BĂŒro ankam, stellte sie fest, dass die TĂŒr einen Spalt breit geöffnet war. Es ertönte eine MĂ€nnerstimme. Sie blieb sofort stehen. „Komm schon, Mann! Hast du GefĂŒhle fĂŒr Raegan oder nicht?" Die Stimme gehörte Luis Stevens, einem Jugendfreund von Mitchel. "Was meinst du genau?" fragte Mitchel mit kalter Stimme. "Du weißt genau, was ich meine!" Luis schnalzte ungeduldig mit der Zunge und fĂŒgte hinzu: „Ich finde, Raegan ist ein gutes MĂ€dchen. Ist sie nicht dein Typ?" „Wollen Sie, dass ich sie Ihnen ĂŒbergebe?" fragte Mitchel beilĂ€ufig. „Weißt du was, vergiss es!" Das höhnische Lachen von Luis klang in Ragans Ohren besonders rau. Sie sprachen ĂŒber sie, als wĂ€re sie ein Gegenstand. Bald war Luis' Stimme wieder zu hören. „Übrigens habe ich heute Morgen die Klatschnachrichten ĂŒber Laurens mysteriösen Freund gesehen. Das warst doch du, oder?" "Ja." „So, so, so! " Luis seufzte und neckte Mitchel weiter. Ein altes Sprichwort besagt, dass die Abwesenheit das Herz erfreut. Sagt mir, habt ihr beide 
" Ihr GesprĂ€ch war wie ein Donnerschlag, der ĂŒber Raegans Kopf niederging. Ihr Gesicht wurde blass und ihr Körper war kalt wie Eis. Die Abwesenheit ließ die Zuneigung wachsen! Jedes Wort bohrte sich in ihr Herz. Mehrere flĂŒsternde Stimmen erfĂŒllten ihren Kopf zu dieser Zeit. Ihr wurde plötzlich schwindelig. Ihre Sicht wurde verschwommen. Sie hielt sich an der Wand fest und machte einen Schritt zurĂŒck. Plötzlich wurde die TĂŒr von innen geöffnet. „Raegan?" Kapitel 2 Einseitige Liebe Luis war derjenige, der die TĂŒr geöffnet hat. Es sah so aus, als wĂ€re er auf dem Weg nach draußen. Raegan ballte die HĂ€nde, drehte sich zu ihm um und nickte. „He, Herr Stevens!" Ohne abzuwarten, dass er auf ihre BegrĂŒĂŸung reagierte, ging sie an ihm vorbei und betrat das BĂŒro mit dem Dokument. Mitchel saß hinter einem großen, luxuriösen Schreibtisch. In einem teuren Anzug und passender Krawatte sah er besonders gut aus. Raegan bemerkte, dass es nicht derselbe Anzug war, den er trug, als er gestern Abend das Haus verließ. Wie hat er sich verĂ€ndert? Mit gesenktem Blick schluckte sie die Frage hinunter und sagte stattdessen: „Mr. Dixon, das ist die Marketingabteilung. Bitte unterschreiben Sie es." Mitchel war ausdruckslos, als er das Dokument mit einem kurzen Blick unterschrieb. Raegan ging zur TĂŒr hinaus, sobald er ihr das Dokument zurĂŒckgegeben hatte. Luis stand noch immer auf der Schwelle. Erst als sie außer Sichtweite war, drehte sich Luis zu Mitchel um und sagte in gedĂ€mpftem Ton: „Glaubst du, sie hat uns gehört?" Mitchels ansprechende Augen waren in diesem Moment ausdruckslos.. Offensichtlich hat er nicht darauf geachtet, was Luis gesagt hat. Mitchel gegenĂŒber war Raegan immer sanftmĂŒtig und nie auf jemanden eifersĂŒchtig gewesen. Ihr strikter Gehorsam war alles, was Mitchel von ihr als Gegenleistung fĂŒr ihre gute Behandlung verlangte. Im Aufzug. Raegan hielt den Atem an, um ihre TrĂ€nen zurĂŒckzuhalten. Leider hat es nicht funktioniert. Sie hatte gedacht, dass zwei Jahre ausreichen wĂŒrden, damit Mitchel merkt, wie sehr sie ihn liebt und ihre Liebe erwidert. Jetzt stellte sich heraus, dass das bloß ein Wunschtraum war. Ihr wurde klar, dass sie gegenĂŒber Lauren, Mitchels wahrer Liebe, immer die zweite Geige spielen wĂŒrde. Reagan wischte sich die TrĂ€nen ab, als der Aufzug anhielt. Abgesehen von ihrem blassen Gesicht sah sie normal aus, als sich die TĂŒren öffneten. Sie schleppte sich in den Pausenraum, wo sie sich eine Tasse Tee machen wollte. Mehrere Mitarbeiter unterhielten sich drinnen. „Leute, habt ihr gehört? Lauren Murray ist zurĂŒck." „Und wer ist das?" "Oh, meine GĂŒte! Du kennst sie nicht? Lauren ist die Erbin der Murray Group und Weltklasse-Designerin. Und das Wichtigste: Sie ist die einzige Freundin, mit der Mr. Dixon jemals in der Öffentlichkeit angegeben hat. Sie ist seine erste Liebe!" „Warum ist ihre RĂŒckkehr so eine große Sache? Gibt es nicht das GerĂŒcht, dass zwischen Mr. Dixon und Raegan etwas lĂ€uft?" „Raegan? Mr. Dixon hat nie zugegeben, dass er mit ihr zusammen war. Und das ĂŒberrascht mich nicht. Sehen Sie sie doch an. Sie ist nicht einmal so schön. Dennoch verhĂ€lt sie sich so, als sei sie bereits Mrs. Dixon. Was fĂŒr ein I*iot!" An der TĂŒr stehend, lĂ€chelte Raegan selbstironisch, als sie ihnen zuhörte. Es stellte sich heraus, dass alle anderen außer ihr die Wahrheit sahen. Die Liebe war einseitig. „Ha-ha, ist Mrs. Dixon endlich aus ihrem wilden Traum erwacht?" Eine spöttische Stimme kam plötzlich von hinten. Raegan drehte sich um und sah Tessa Lloyd, Mitchels Cousine, die sie immer verachtet hatte. Tessa musste auch das Tratschen der Mitarbeiter gehört haben. Das Letzte, was Raegan jetzt tun wollte, war, sich in der Firma mit Tessa zu streiten. Sie drehte sich um, um zu gehen, aber Tessa versperrte ihr den Weg. Mit einer Tasse Kaffee in der Hand sagte Tessa sarkastisch: „Lauren ist jetzt zurĂŒck. Glaubst du, Mitchel wird dir noch Aufmerksamkeit schenken?" Raegan sagte nichts dazu. Sekunden spĂ€ter setzte Tessa ihren Spott fort. „Wie wĂ€re es, wenn ich Ihnen ein paar MĂ€nner vorstelle? Sie könnten Ihren Service wirklich gebrauchen." Raegan ballte die FĂ€uste und sagte kalt: „Frau Lloyd, wir sind hier in der Firma.Wenn Sie an dieser Art von GeschĂ€ft interessiert sind, wissen Sie, wohin Sie sich wenden ." "Du..." Dies verĂ€nderte Tessas Gesichtsausdruck. In der nĂ€chsten Sekunde hob Tessa ihre Hand und leerte die Tasse mit heißem Kaffee ĂŒber Raegan. Raegan hĂ€tte keine Sekunde geglaubt, dass Tessa so etwas VerrĂŒcktes tun wĂŒrde. Sie hielt ihre Arme hoch, um die heiße FlĂŒssigkeit von ihrem Gesicht fernzuhalten. Innerhalb kĂŒrzester Zeit verbrannte der Kaffee ihren Arm und ihre Haut wurde rot. "Autsch!" Raegan runzelte vor Schmerz die Stirn. „Warum hast du das getan? Bist du von Sinnen?" Es war Mittagspause und viele Mitarbeiter hatten Zeit, sich Drama anzusehen. Tessa war sogar noch selbstzufriedener, als sie immer mehr Schaulustige sah. Sie setzte einen bösen Blick auf und sagte: „Warum bist du jeden Tag so selbstgefĂ€llig, hm? ..." „Das reicht!" Aus heiterem Himmel kam ein Bariton von hinten. Mitchel hatte sein BĂŒro verlassen und stieß auf dieses Tohuwabohu. Im ganzen Raum herrschte Stille. „Mitchel?" Beim Anblick von Mitchel lief Tessa das Blut in den Adern zusammen. Sie hatte immer Angst vor ihm gehabt. Ihre Mutter warnte sie auch davor, ihn zu provozieren. Das Sonnenlicht von draußen fiel auf Mitchels hĂŒbsches Gesicht. Raegan fĂŒhlte sich auf einmal so traurig und senkte den Kopf, um ihren vom Kaffee verbrĂŒhten ArmrĂŒcken zu betrachten. Niemand wagte in diesem Moment einen Laut von sich zu geben. Durch Mitchels Wut zu Tode erschreckt, zerstreute sich die Menge bald. Raegan kniff sich in die HandflĂ€che, um ihre GefĂŒhle zu unterdrĂŒcken, wĂ€hrend sie Tessa ansah. Dann ging sie an Mitchel vorbei, ohne ihn eines weiteren Blickes zu wĂŒrdigen. Mitchel, der auf Ragans dĂŒnnen RĂŒcken starrte, hatte in diesem Moment einen zweideutigen Ausdruck. Tessa knirschte mit den ZĂ€hnen und sagte bösartig: „NĂ€chstes Mal besorge ich jemanden, der dieser S**lampe eine Lektion erteilt." „Tessa!" Mitchels Tonfall und Schielen ließen es als Tadel erscheinen. Tessa zitterte sofort. Mit ernster Miene sagte Mitchel: „Ich sage es nur einmal. Lass Raegan in Ruhe." Die Aura, die er ausstrahlte, ließ ihre Zunge trocken werden. Alle bösartigen Ideen, die sie gegen Raegan auf Lager hatte, verschwanden im Handumdrehen. Sie stammelte: „Okay 
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" Mitchel warf ihr einen kalten Blick zu und sprach mit Matteo. „Irrelevante Personen dĂŒrften ab heute hier nicht mehr rein." Ohne zu verstehen, was er meinte, schmeichelte Tessa Mitchel. „Guter Anruf. Dies ist ein Top-Unternehmen. Nicht jeder bekommt hier Zutritt." Matteo nickte Mitchel zu und ging dann zu Tessa. Er deutete auf den Ausgang. „Frau Lloyd, hier entlang, bitte." Erst in diesem Moment wurde Tessa klar, dass sie die unwichtige Person war, die Mitchel gerade erwĂ€hnt hatte. Sie versuchte mit ihm zu sprechen, aber Matteo versperrte ihr den Weg. Die Sicherheitsleute warfen sie daraufhin hinaus. Sie zeigten ihr keine Gnade. Ihr Kampf war zwecklos. In der Zwischenzeit hatte sich Raegan umgezogen, als sie in ihr BĂŒro zurĂŒckkehrte. Die Feierabendstunde verging schnell. Raegan nahm ihre Tasche und ging zum Ausgang. Matteo hielt sie jedoch davon ab. Er sagte: „Mr. Dixon hat etwas Dringendes zu erledigen, deshalb hat er mich gebeten, Sie nach Hause zu fahren." Raegan lehnte die Mitfahrgelegenheit ohne nachzudenken ab. Vorher war sie blind, doch nun durchschaute sie die Situation. In Mitchels Augen war sie einfach ein Niemand. Wie konnte Mitchel zustimmen, sie zu ihrer Großmutter zu begleiten? Als Raegan im Krankenhaus ankam, sah sie, dass die Krankenschwester gerade dabei war, ihrer Großmutter das Abendessen zu geben. Raegan ĂŒbernahm die Aufgabe und erledigte sie alleine. Ihre Großmutter hatte ihr ganzes Leben lang auf dem Land gelebt und ein ruhiges Leben genossen. Alles Ă€nderte sich letzten Monat, als bei einer Routineuntersuchung festgestellt wurde, dass mit ihrer BauchspeicheldrĂŒse etwas nicht in Ordnung war. Raegan bestand darauf, sie fĂŒr eine bessere Behandlung in die Stadt zu bringen. Ihre Großmutter wusste nichts von ihrer Heirat mit Mitchel. Raegan hatte geplant, sie heute zu ĂŒberraschen. Doch wie sich herausstellte, war das nicht mehr nötig. Raegan wartete, bis ihre Großmutter eingeschlafen war, bevor sie ging. Sie verließ das Krankenhaus zu Fuß und wartete auf ein Taxi. In der Ferne fuhr ein schwarzer Luxuswagen in die Einfahrt des Krankenhauses. Raegans Augen leuchteten, als sie es sah. Sie erkannte, dass es Mitchels Auto war. Ist er gekommen, um sie abzuholen? In diesem Moment vergaß sie den ganzen Schmerz, den sie empfunden hatte. Waren ihre Gedanken ĂŒber ihn völlig falsch? Hat er, entgegen den GerĂŒchten, etwas fĂŒr sie ĂŒbrig? Die TĂŒr auf der Fahrerseite öffnete sich und Mitchel stieg aus. Raegan ging mit vor Freude erfĂŒlltem Herzen auf ihn zu. Plötzlich blieb sie wie angewurzelt stehen. Mitchel war gerade auf die andere Seite gegangen und hatte eine Frau aus dem Auto getragen. Sorge und MitgefĂŒhl standen ihm ins Gesicht geschrieben. Das löschte das LĂ€cheln aus Raegans Gesicht. Ihr Herz sank. Kapitel 3 Lass uns scheiden Mitchels große, aufrechte Gestalt kam immer nĂ€her an Raegan heran. Und dann schritt er wortlos an Raegan vorbei. Es war schwer zu sagen, ob Mitchel Raegan sah oder sie einfach ignorierte. Trotzdem bemerkte Raegan, dass die Frau in seinen Armen dieselbe war, die gestern mit ihm fotografiert worden war. Sie war Lauren. Raegans Schuhe fĂŒhlten sich an, als wĂ€ren sie aus Blei, als sie davonlief. Sie nahm ihre Umgebung gar nicht mehr wahr. Sie stieg geistesabwesend in ein Taxi. Plötzlich rief der Fahrer: „Ma'am, wohin?" Raegan war fĂŒr einen Moment fassungslos. Sie wollte nicht zu den Serenity Villas zurĂŒckkehren. Es war nur eine Frage der Zeit, bis dieser Ort nicht mehr ihr Zuhause sein wĂŒrde. Nach einer Weile antwortete sie: „Bitte bringen Sie mich zur Kristallbucht". Sie hatte nach ihrer Hochzeit mit Mitchel eine Wohnung in Crystal Bay gekauft. Damals hoffte sie, ihre Großmutter in die Stadt zu holen, und kaufte die Wohnung mit einer Hypothek. Es war nicht besonders groß, aber es bot mehr als genug Platz fĂŒr zwei Personen. Mitchel verstand nicht, warum sie eine Wohnung kaufen wollte. Er bot ihr an, ihr einen grĂ¶ĂŸeren zu geben, aber sie lehnte ab. Im Nachhinein stellte sie fest, dass der Kauf dieser Wohnung die einzige kluge Entscheidung war, die sie in den letzten zwei Jahren getroffen hatte. Als sie den Apartmentkomplex erreichte, saß Raegan allein im Park und versuchte, sich abzukĂŒhlen. Die Erinnerungen an die letzten zwei Jahre waren bittersĂŒĂŸ. Zwei Jahre waren wie ein Wimpernschlag vergangen, obwohl es mehr als siebenhundert Tage und NĂ€chte waren. Liebe könne Berge versetzen, hieß es. Doch ihre Liebe konnte diesen steinernen Mann nicht bewegen. Endlich wurde ihr klar, wie dumm sie gewesen war. Es war schon spĂ€t in der Nacht, als Raegan sich endlich entschloss, in ihre Wohnung zu gehen. Sobald sie aus dem Aufzug stieg, sah sie Mitchel vor der TĂŒr stehen. Er lehnte mit geradem, hĂŒbschem Gesicht an der Wand neben der TĂŒr. Raegan erstarrte fĂŒr einen Moment. Warum war er hier? Hat sie ihn nicht mit Lauren im Krankenhaus gesehen? Was hat ihn hierher gebracht? Ihre Blicke trafen sich. „Warum bist du nicht ans Telefon gegangen?" Mantel Fragte er und klang dabei ein wenig mĂŒrrisch wie jemand, der lange nicht mehr geschlafen hatte. Raegan nahm ihr Handy heraus und sah, dass sie es versehentlich auf DND gestellt hatte. Es gab fĂŒnf verpasste Anrufe von Mitchel. Dies war das erste Mal in ihrer zweijĂ€hrigen Ehe. Mitchel hat ihr Telefon gesprengt, weil er sie nicht finden konnte? Überraschend! Vor dem heutigen Tag hĂ€tte sie sich darĂŒber riesig gefreut. Die Leute hĂ€tten gedacht, sie hĂ€tte im Lotto gewonnen. Aber jetzt warf sie ihr Telefon einfach zurĂŒck in ihre Tasche, verschrĂ€nkte die Arme und sagte mit heiserer Stimme: „Ich habe es nicht klingeln hören." Mitchel hob die Hand, um die Zeit auf der Uhr zu ĂŒberprĂŒfen, und sagte ungeduldig: „Ich suche dich seit zwei Stunden". Nachdem er alles fĂŒr Lauren arrangiert hatte, kehrte er nach Hause zurĂŒck und fand ein leeres Haus vor. Er suchte ĂŒberall nach Raegan. Als er sie nicht finden konnte, bat er Matteo, die Überwachungsvideos aller Straßen, die von der Firma wegfĂŒhrten, zu ĂŒberprĂŒfen. SpĂ€ter fand er heraus, dass Raegan nach Crystal Bay gefahren war, ohne es ihm zu sagen. „Sag mir das nĂ€chste Mal, wann du hierher kommst, okay? Lass uns jetzt nach Hause gehen." Danach ging Mitchel in Richtung Aufzug, ohne sie eines weiteren Blickes zu wĂŒrdigen. Er wollte zu den Serenity Villas zurĂŒckkehren. Raegan bewegte sich keinen Zentimeter. Sie starrte nur auf seinen breiten RĂŒcken und grĂŒbelte unwillig. NĂ€chstes Mal... HĂ€tten sie eine Zukunft? Mitchell drehte sich um und sah nur, dass Raegan keinen einzigen Schritt gemacht hatte. Er runzelte die Stirn und fragte: „Kannst du nicht laufen?" Möchtest du, dass ich dich stattdessen trage?" Das Licht im Korridor beleuchtete sein Gesicht, so dass sein Seitenprofil fast makellos war. Raegan holte tief Luft und sagte: „Lass uns uns scheiden lassen." "Wie meinst du das?" Mitchels Stimme war kalt, und sein hĂŒbsches Gesicht verĂ€nderte sich sofort. „Ich möchte in eine eigene Wohnung ziehen. Schließlich werden wir bald Fremde sein." Raegan zwang sich zu einem LĂ€cheln, aber ihr Herz schmerzte. „Wir werden Fremde sein?" Mitchel lĂ€chelte kalt. „Raegan, wie denkst du, ist unsere Beziehung im Moment?" Seine Fragen ließen Raegan fĂŒr einen Moment fassungslos zurĂŒck. Mitchel hatte es ihr von Anfang an klar gemacht. Diese Fassade ihrer Ehe war im gegenseitigen Einvernehmen zustande gekommen. Es gab keine Liebe. In den Augen der anderen waren sie nichts weiter als ein Vorgesetzter und ein Untergebener. Mitchel war in Ardlens ein echter Fang. Viele junge Frauen sehnten sich nach seiner Liebe und waren. Seine Frage gerade hat sie daran erinnert. Hatte er Angst, dass sie ihn nicht so leicht gehen lassen wĂŒrde? Wenn das der Fall wĂ€re, könnte er sich nicht mehr irren... Nachdem sie sich auf die Unterlippe gebissen hatte, um ihre Bitterkeit zu verbergen, sagte Raegan: „Es tut mir leid, Mr. Dixon. Ich habe zu viel darĂŒber nachgedacht. Wie dem auch sei, bitte lass mich von jetzt an in Ruhe. Du brauchst nicht nochmal hierher zu kommen." Nachdem sie das gesagt hatte, konnte Raegan nicht anders, als in TrĂ€nen auszubrechen. Wie sollte sie nicht traurig sein, wenn sie sich von dem Mann trennte, den sie ein Jahrzehnt lang geliebt hatte? Es ist so lange her. Egal wie schwierig es war, sie wusste, dass es Zeit war loszulassen. Es war höchste Zeit, dass sie aufhörte, sich wie eine Dumme zu benehmen. Seltsamerweise begann das Licht im Flur zu flackern. Der tödliche Blick, mit dem Mitchel Raegan in diesem Moment anstarrte, ließ die AtmosphĂ€re wie den Moment vor einem Angriff in einem Horrorfilm erscheinen. Obwohl er verstand, dass sich Frauen manchmal wie kleine Teufel benahmen, hatte er das GefĂŒhl, dass Raegan jetzt einfach zu weit gegangen war. Seine Augen leuchteten in diesem Moment wie lodernde Fackeln. Doch als er die TrĂ€nen in ihren Augen sah, erlosch die Wut in ihm augenblicklich. Er sagte mit leiser Stimme: „Wenn es darum geht, was zwischen dir und Tessa passiert ist, dann..." „Nein, es geht hier nicht um sie. „Mr. Dixon, bitte gehen Sie jetzt." Es ist viel zwischen ihnen passiert. Und der Vorfall mit Tessa kam dem nicht einmal annĂ€hernd nahe. Raegan war erschöpft. Sie ging an Mitchel vorbei und war im Begriff, die TĂŒr zu öffnen. Dennoch war Mitchel mit ihrer Sturheit unzufrieden. Er lockerte gereizt seine Krawatte. Dann trat er einen Schritt vor und packte ihr Handgelenk fest. „Hör auf damit, ja?" Eine Sekunde spĂ€ter legte er seinen Arm um ihre Schulter, lhm wurde sofort klar, dass sie wie jemand, der in Brand gesetzt wurde, glĂŒhte. „Du hast Fieber?" Raegan fĂŒhlte sich schwindlig. Das machte die ganze Situation kompliziert. Aus heiterem Himmel hob Mitchel sie hoch. Dann ging er zum Aufzug. Benommen fragte Raegan leise: „Was machst du da?" „Wonach sieht es aus, was ich tue?" bemerkte Mitchel. „Ich bringe Sie natĂŒrlich ins Krankenhaus." "Auf keinen Fall!" Raegan schrie vor Überraschung auf und schien wieder zu KrĂ€ften zu kommen. Es bestand die Gefahr, dass sie ihre Schwangerschaft verlieren könnte, wenn sie blindlings behandelt wĂŒrde. Auch wenn das Baby zur falschen Zeit kam, war es dennoch ihr Kleines. Es war ihre Pflicht, es zu schĂŒtzen. Raegan kĂ€mpfte, um sich aus Mitchels Armen zu befreien. Sein fester Griff machte ihre BemĂŒhungen jedoch zunichte. „Seien Sie nicht so stur. Du bist krank, also musst du zum Arzt", sagte Mitchel entschieden. Er ging mit ihr im Arm zum Aufzug. In diesem Moment klopfte Ragans Herz so heftig, dass es ihr aus der Brust springen konnte. „Lass mich runter! Ich möchte nicht ins Krankenhaus!" ...... Wie geht es weiter? Es gibt hier nur eine begrenzte Anzahl von Kapiteln. 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Yes 2024-11-21 19:36 active 1905 0 Le retour de l'hĂ©ritiĂšre adorĂ©e Alors que la vĂ©ritable hĂ©ritiĂšre revient, les spectateurs se moquent de la fin de la fausse hĂ©ritiĂšre. Elle revient cependant en tant que fille d'un milliardaire de premier plan, assumant le rĂŽle de juge dans le concours de la vraie hĂ©ritiĂšre, mettant fin au contrat de ses parents adoptifs, soutenue par des magnats des affaires et stupĂ©fiant tout le monde! ===== « Madisyn, pendant toutes ces annĂ©es que nous t'avons Ă©levĂ©e, nous ne t'avons jamais imaginĂ©e capable d'une telle cruautĂ©. Cette maison n'est plus en mesure de supporter ta prĂ©sence. Tu dois partir immĂ©diatement ». A dĂ©clarĂ© l'imposante femme, dont le regard Ă©tait chargĂ© de dĂ©dain et d'un froid glacial et l'Ă©lĂ©gance vestimentaire contrastait fortement avec la duretĂ© de ses propos, devant Madisyn Chapman. « Maman, je t'en prie, c'Ă©tait un accident. J'ai perdu pied et j'ai dĂ©valĂ© les escaliers toute seule. Madisyn n'a rien Ă  voir lĂ -dedans », a dĂ©clarĂ© une jeune fille assise dans le canapĂ©. Ressemblant physiquement Ă  la femme en face d'elle, elle les yeux pleins de larmes. Une demi-heure plus tĂŽt, Jenna Chapman, la fille biologique des Chapman, avait fait une chute dans l'escalier. Madisyn Ă©tait alors seule Ă  l'Ă©tage supĂ©rieur. Tout le monde pensait que Madisyn avait poussĂ© Jenna... Maintenant, les regards que les Chapman lançaient Ă  Madisyn Ă©taient remplis de dĂ©goĂ»t et de venin, un contraste frappant avec leur attitude une semaine auparavant, lorsqu'ils avaient professĂ© devant les journalistes leur rĂ©ticence Ă  se sĂ©parer d'elle. Madisyn a baissĂ© les yeux vers le sol, une ombre fugace d'ironie traversant son regard. Autrefois, Madisyn Ă©tait la seule fille des Chapman. MĂȘme si elle n'avait jamais bĂ©nĂ©ficiĂ© du favoritisme de ses parents, elle ne manquait de rien, ses besoins essentiels Ă©tant toujours satisfaits. Mais la façade avait volĂ© en Ă©clats lorsque Jeffry Chapman, qu'elle connaissait comme son pĂšre, avait Ă©tĂ© victime d'un grave accident qui avait nĂ©cessitĂ© une transfusion s*nguine urgente. Les analyses suivantes avaient rĂ©vĂ©lĂ© que Madisyn n'Ă©tait pas son enfant biologique. Jeffry avait ensuite fait appel Ă  son vaste rĂ©seau pour retrouver sa vĂ©ritable fille, Jenna. La famille Chapman Ă©tait une famille prestigieuse dans la ville de Gemond, et les nouvelles de ce genre s'Ă©taient naturellement rĂ©pandues rapidement. Pour gĂ©rer l'opinion publique et prĂ©server leur rĂ©putation, ils avaient dĂ©clarĂ© un engagement inĂ©branlable envers Madisyn, la fille qu'ils avaient Ă©levĂ©e, affirmant leur intention de la traiter comme leur propre fille pendant un certain temps avant qu'elle ne retourne dans sa famille biologique. Cependant, derriĂšre les portes closes, leurs plans Ă©taient radicalement diffĂ©rents. Une fois le regard du public dĂ©tournĂ©, ils avaient l'intention de renvoyer discrĂštement Madisyn. À l'arrivĂ©e de Jenna, la famille Chapman avait reprochĂ© Ă  Madisyn les annĂ©es de galĂšre de Jenna, relĂ©guant Madisyn de sa chambre Ă  un simple espace de rangement, diminuant ainsi considĂ©rablement son statut. Elle Ă©tait chargĂ©e de tĂąches subalternes, son statut Ă©tant bien infĂ©rieur Ă  celui des domestiques. Jenna, elle, voulait toujours que Madisyn s'en aille. Elle avait montĂ© plusieurs plans contre Madisyn, mais ses parents fermaient les yeux, leur mĂ©pris pour Madisyn Ă©tant Ă  peine voilĂ©. Ces tribulations ont ĂŽtĂ© Ă  Madisyn toute illusion sur cette famille hypocrite et l'ont poussĂ©e Ă  affronter les injustices qui lui Ă©taient imposĂ©es. Alors que les tensions atteignaient leur paroxysme, elle a fait face Ă  Jenna, d'une voix rĂ©solue : « Je vais partir, mais pas avant d'avoir remis les pendules Ă  l'heure. Je refuse d'endosser tes malversations plus longtemps, Jenna! » Le calme de Jenna a vacillĂ© sous l'intensitĂ© du regard glacial de Madisyn, son corps tremblant lĂ©gĂšrement. S'agissait-il de la mĂȘme Madisyn que celle qui s'Ă©tait pliĂ©e Ă  toutes les avanies ? Une lueur sombre s'est reflĂ©tĂ©e dans les yeux de Jenna. Elle Ă©tait l'hĂ©ritiĂšre lĂ©gitime des biens de la famille Chapman, pas cette usurpatrice, Madisyn, qui vivait dans un luxe immĂ©ritĂ©. Elle devait cĂŽute que coĂ»te chasser cet imposteur! « Madisyn, j'ai aucune idĂ©e de ce que tu racontes! » La voix de Jenna Ă©tait empreinte d'une confusion feinte. « Depuis que j'ai repris ma place, que j'ai reçu l'affection qui m'Ă©tait due par nos parents, j'ai senti ton mĂ©contentement. MalgrĂ© tes actions, je suis restĂ©e tolĂ©rante. Mais pour mes jambes... Comment pourrais-tu?La danse est ma passion et l'expression de mon Ăąme. Si j'avais su que tu convoitais si dĂ©sespĂ©rĂ©ment la place au concours national, je ne l'aurais pas disputĂ©e. » Son insinuation Ă©tait trĂšs claire que Madisyn l'avait sabotĂ©e par jalousie. Le regard de la mĂšre de Jenna, Phyllis Chapman, s'est durci aux paroles de sa fille biologique, sa voix Ă©tant empreinte de dĂ©dain. « Jenna, tu possĂšdes un talent remarquable que Madisyn ne pourra jamais Ă©galer. Cette place en compĂ©tition te revenait de droit. Et toi, Madisyn! » Elle s'est retournĂ©e brusquement vers Madisyn et a ajoutĂ© : « Fais tes valises et pars immĂ©diatement! » L'expression habituellement sombre de Madisyn n'a fait qu'attiser son mĂ©pris. Pendant ce temps, Jenna, toujours docile et talentueuse, brillait de mille feux dans ses yeux ; c'Ă©tait une vĂ©ritable Chapman. Au milieu de ce drame, Jeffry a finalement rompu le silence, la voix lourde de dĂ©ception. « Madisyn, notre accord Ă©tait de te garder jusqu'Ă  ce que les regards du public s'apaisent, mais nous voilĂ  confrontĂ©s Ă  ton profond ressentiment envers Jenna. Nous n'avons pas d'autre choix que de te rendre Ă  ta vraie famille aujourd'hui. » Les yeux de Jenna ont brillĂ© d'une lueur triomphante lorsque son pĂšre a annoncĂ© le dĂ©part imminent de Madisyn. En revanche, le visage de cette derniĂšre est restĂ© un masque indĂ©chiffrable tandis qu'elle montait les escaliers pour rassembler ses affaires. La longue durĂ©e de Madisyn Ă  l'Ă©tage supĂ©rieur inquiĂ©tait Jenna. « Et si elle essayait de tout emporter avec elle?» AprĂšs tout, tout ce qui avait de la valeur dans la maison lui revenait de droit ; comment pouvait-elle permettre Ă  une imposture de partir avec une partie de ses richesses? Madisyn a fini par rĂ©apparaĂźtre, descendant lentement l'escalier, ses mouvements Ă©tant dĂ©libĂ©rĂ©s. Elle transportait un petit sac noir sans prĂ©tention. Lorsque son regard a balayĂ© froidement le salon, il a suffisamment troublĂ© Jeffry pour qu'il dĂ©tourne les yeux. Les sourcils de Phyllis se sont froncĂ©s Ă  la vue du bagage minimal de Madisyn. « C'est tout ce que tu veux emporter?Qu'y a-t-il lĂ -dedans?Montre-moi », a-t-elle demandĂ©, le ton suspicieux. Jeffry a levĂ© la main pour mettre fin Ă  l'interrogatoire de sa femme. « Laisse-la tranquille. » Il s'agissait sans doute de la carte bancaire qu'il lui avait donnĂ©e et sur laquelle il ne restait qu'une centaine de milliers de dollars. Sans se laisser dĂ©concerter, Madisyn a posĂ© son sac sur la table, l'air stoĂŻque. « Inspecte-le si tu veux. » Phyllis, incapable de masquer sa mĂ©fiance, s'est moquĂ©e. « Elle a peut-ĂȘtre emportĂ© quelque chose de prĂ©cieux », a-t-elle marmonnĂ© en ouvrant le sac. En jetant un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'intĂ©rieur, elle n'a trouvĂ© qu'un carnet, quelques graines et une petite somme d'argent, loin des objets de valeur qu'elle craignait. Phyllis, le visage rougi par l'embarras de son accusation sans fondement, s'est redressĂ©e. « Je vais laisser le chauffeur t'emmener lĂ -bas », a-t-elle dit d'un ton sec. Jeffry, sous le poids de la situation, a fouillĂ© dans sa poche et en a sorti une carte. « Madisyn, Ă  ton retour, Ă©coute tes parents. Ce sont des fermiers, certes... mais ils sont bons, ce sont des gens simples. Tu devrais les aider. » Madisyn a regardĂ© la carte offerte avec ses beaux yeux, son expression calme. « Chacun a son propre destin Ă  accomplir », a-t-elle rĂ©pondu tranquillement, en repoussant la carte vers Jeffry. « Mais avant que je ne parte, il faut que les choses soient claires. Jenna, comment es-tu vraiment tombĂ©e dans ces escaliers?C'est ta derniĂšre chance de dire la vĂ©ritĂ©. » Jenna fulminait intĂ©rieurement, exaspĂ©rĂ©e par le calme serein de Madisyn, qui semblait l'Ă©lever au-dessus de tout le monde malgrĂ© ses origines modestes. Madisyn ne venait pas d'une famille riche! Elle Ă©tait juste la fille de deux fermiers! « Madisyn, qu'est-ce que tu insinues?Que je me suis jetĂ©e dans les escaliers?», a rĂ©torquĂ© Jenna. « Mes jambes, c'est ma vie, elles sont indispensables Ă  ma danse. Pourquoi me blesserais-je?» Au fur et Ă  mesure qu'elle parlait, les Ă©motions de Jenna sont allĂ©es crescendo, et elle a fondu en larmes de façon théùtrale, s'effondrant dans les bras de Phyllis. Soudain, Jenna se leva instinctivement Ă  cause d'un vase brisĂ©. Le silence s'est installĂ© dans la piĂšce et tout le monde, y compris Phyllis et Jeffry, a tournĂ© son regard choquĂ© vers elle. L'agilitĂ© soudaine de Jenna a Ă©tĂ© surprenante ; n'avait-elle pas dit qu'elle ne pouvait pas se tenir debout Ă  cause de ses blessures ? Chapitre 2 Le plus riche de Gemond Se rendant compte de son erreur, Jenna s'est effondrĂ©e dans le canapĂ©, s'agrippant Ă  ses jambes avec une dĂ©tresse exagĂ©rĂ©e. « AĂŻe, mes jambes! Elles me font si mal! » La rĂ©ponse de Jeffry n'Ă©tait pas de la colĂšre mais une culpabilitĂ© dirigĂ©e vers Madisyn. « Madisyn, comprends que Jenna est encore trĂšs jeune. Ne lui en veux pas... » Madisyn Ă©tait habituĂ©e Ă  entendre ce genre d'excuse trop souvent. « Bien sĂ»r, je ne me vengerais pas si un chien me mordait. AprĂšs tout, il apprend ce genre de comportement de ses maĂźtres, n'est-ce pas?» Avec un dernier ricanement qui a tranchĂ© l'air tendu, Madisyn a pris son modeste sac et s'est dirigĂ©e vers la porte, d'un pas dĂ©cidĂ© et inĂ©branlable. Elle ne s'est pas retournĂ©e vers la famille qu'elle laissait derriĂšre elle. Le trio qu'elle laissait dans son sillage fulminait de fureur. Dehors, le chauffeur attendait, inconscient de l'agitation qui rĂ©gnait entre les murs de la maison des Chapman. Depuis le retour de Jenna, le respect du personnel de la maison pour Madisyn s'Ă©tait considĂ©rablement dĂ©gradĂ© ; mĂȘme le chauffeur ne l'avait pas saluĂ©e comme il se devait lorsqu'elle s'Ă©tait approchĂ©e. Ignorant sa prĂ©sence, Madisyn est passĂ©e devant lui, la posture droite et rĂ©solue. Le chauffeur, la rattrapant avec un soupçon d'urgence dans ses pas, a appelĂ© : « Madisyn, on m'a dit de te conduire Ă  ta destination. » Madisyn s'est arrĂȘtĂ©e, se tournant lĂ©gĂšrement pour donner sa rĂ©ponse, son ton glacial : « Pas la peine. À partir de maintenant, je ne veux plus rien avoir Ă  faire avec la famille Chapman. » Sur ces derniers mots, elle a hĂ©lĂ© un taxi et a indiquĂ© au chauffeur l'adresse que Jeffry lui avait envoyĂ©e sur son tĂ©lĂ©phone. La destination Ă©tait un village humble et dĂ©labrĂ©, loin de l'opulence qu'elle avait connue. En arrivant, elle a remarquĂ© l'Ă©tat de dĂ©labrement de la maison de ses parents biologiques, l'air rempli de cris Ă©touffĂ©s qui lui ont serrĂ© le cƓur. En entrant, elle a vu beaucoup de monde. Le contraste Ă©tait saisissant. Un homme vĂȘtu d'un costume propre et Ă©lĂ©gant, entourĂ© de gardes du corps, se tenait devant un couple en pleurs, vĂȘtu d'un simple costume de paysan. Alors que Madisyn contemplait ce tableau surrĂ©aliste, l'homme s'est retournĂ©, les yeux remplis de rouge et d'incrĂ©dulitĂ©. Il s'est prĂ©cipitĂ© vers elle, les bras grands ouverts. « Ma fille, c'est bien toi! Je ne peux pas croire que tu sois vraiment vivante! » La voix de l'homme grand et imposant s'est brisĂ©e sous le coup de l'Ă©motion. Madisyn est restĂ©e bouche bĂ©e. Qui Ă©tait cet homme et pourquoi agissait-il de la sorte ? Madisyn a absorbĂ© les regards larmoyants du couple de paysans devant elle. Sa voix, tremblante de confusion, a finalement rompu le silence. « Maman, papa, qu'est-ce qui se passe?» Le fermier a soupirĂ© lourdement, sa voix Ă©tant fatiguĂ©e par le poids de vĂ©ritĂ©s inavouĂ©es. « Madisyn, nous ne sommes pas tes vĂ©ritables parents. Jenna est la fille lĂ©gitime des Chapman, mais toi, tu n'es pas la nĂŽtre. Notre bĂ©bĂ© est mort-nĂ©. » Il a marquĂ© une pause, faisant un geste vers l'homme bien habillĂ©. « Cet homme est ton vrai pĂšre. » Madisyn a regardĂ© l'Ă©tranger, notant les similitudes indĂ©niables entre leurs traits. L'homme a sorti un document de sa mallette, sa main tremblant lĂ©gĂšrement. « Madisyn, quand je t'ai vue pour la premiĂšre fois Ă  l'hĂŽpital, quelque chose en toi m'a interpellĂ©, mĂȘme si je l'ai Ă©cartĂ© Ă  ce moment-lĂ  », a-t-il expliquĂ©, la voix Ă©tranglĂ©e par l'Ă©motion. « AprĂšs avoir entendu parler des retrouvailles des Chapman avec leur vraie fille, j'ai voulu savoir s'il n'y avait pas eu une erreur. Ce test de paternitĂ© a confirmĂ© mes soupçons. Tu es bien ma fille. » En prenant le rapport, Madisyn a vu noir sur blanc la preuve indĂ©niable. D'ailleurs, mĂȘme sans cela, leur ressemblance en disait long. La rĂ©ponse de la jeune femme Ă©tait un silence rempli de pensĂ©es tumultueuses. Cette rĂ©vĂ©lation, ce nouveau rebondissement dans son rĂ©cit dĂ©jĂ  complexe, l'a submergĂ©e. L'homme a continuĂ© : « C'est beaucoup de choses Ă  assimiler, je sais. Mais voici la vĂ©ritĂ©. La nuit de ta naissance, une erreur tragique s'est produite au sein de l'hĂŽpital. À cause de la nĂ©gligence d'une infirmiĂšre, trois familles ont vu leurs vies s'entremĂȘler sans le savoir. L'enfant de ce couple a Ă©tĂ© dĂ©clarĂ© mort-nĂ© et nous a Ă©tĂ© remis par erreur, tu as fini chez les Chapman, et Jenna a Ă©tĂ© amenĂ©e ici. » « Ta mĂšre et moi Ă©tions dĂ©vastĂ©s, pensant que nous t'avions perdue », a-t-il ajoutĂ©, les yeux humides. « Tu ne peux pas savoir Ă  quel point cela a affectĂ© ta mĂšre. Elle attend anxieusement Ă  l'hĂŽtel, espĂ©rant enfin te rencontrer. » TouchĂ©e par sa sincĂ©ritĂ©, Madisyn a hochĂ© lentement la tĂȘte, son regard se portant Ă  nouveau sur les fermiers. La voix de l'homme en costume s'est adoucie lorsqu'il a promis : « Tout cela n'Ă©tait qu'un accident. Ils sont eux aussi des victimes. J'ai l'intention de leur offrir une compensation pour leur perte. » Le fermier a fait un signe de la main dĂ©daigneux, mais sa voix est restĂ©e ferme. « Nous n'avons pas besoin de compensation, la vĂ©ritĂ© nous suffit. » Il y avait dans la voix du fermier une pointe de lassitude mĂȘlĂ©e Ă  une subtile dĂ©sillusion. Sa relation avec Jenna, la fille que sa femme et lui avaient Ă©levĂ©e comme leur propre fille, s'Ă©tait dĂ©tĂ©riorĂ©e aprĂšs qu'elle avait retrouvĂ© sa famille biologique ; elle avait cessĂ© toute communication avec eux. « Vous devriez rentrer chez vous maintenant. Votre famille sera enfin rĂ©unie, ne perdez pas votre temps ici », a-t-il dit, son expression mĂȘlant tristesse et dĂ©tachement, tandis qu'il guidait Madisyn et l'homme en costume vers la porte. Madisyn a suivi l'homme en costume jusqu'Ă  une rutilante Rolls-Royce garĂ©e sur le trottoir. L'opulence du vĂ©hicule contrastait fortement avec la modeste maison dont elle venait de sortir. « Madisyn, moi c'est Glenn Johns, ton pĂšre. À partir de maintenant, je suis lĂ  pour toi ; n'hĂ©site pas Ă  me demander ce dont tu as besoin », a dit l'homme en costume, d'une voix douce mais ferme. La prise de conscience s'est faite lentement : Glenn Johns n'Ă©tait pas seulement un homme riche, il Ă©tait le PDG du Groupe Johns, l'homme le plus riche de Gemond. Les implications de sa nouvelle lignĂ©e ont commencĂ© Ă  s'installer, lourdes et profondes. Madisyn a acquiescĂ© lentement. L'HĂŽtel d'Alpenglow Ă©tait le plus luxueux de Gemond. Jenna, vĂȘtue d'une robe Chanel fluide, incarnait l'Ă©lĂ©gance lorsqu'elle est entrĂ©e dans le grand hall d'entrĂ©e avec ses parents. L'occasion Ă©tait capitale ; Phyllis venait d'apprendre que Lynda Johns, vice-prĂ©sidente de l'Association Nationale de Danse et juge de la compĂ©tition nationale, Ă©tait en ville. Phyllis avait vite compris que le fait d'ĂȘtre sous la tutelle de Lynda pouvait permettre Ă  Jenna de remporter le championnat. Dans cette optique, elle avait fait habiller Jenna de ses plus beaux atours et l'avait emmenĂ©e en vitesse Ă  l'hĂŽtel. Mais Ă  leur arrivĂ©e, une surprise les attendait. De l'autre cĂŽtĂ© du hall, Madisyn se tenait debout, habillĂ©e simplement d'un T-shirt et d'un jean, mais elle se comportait avec une grĂące posĂ©e qui semblait attirer les regards. À cĂŽtĂ© d'elle se trouvait un homme en costume, dont la prĂ©sence Ă©tait impressionnante, mĂȘme si Phyllis ne voyait pas les traits de celui-ci. « Madisyn?Qu'est-ce qu'elle fait ici?», a murmurĂ© Phyllis sous sa respiration, son ton mĂȘlant confusion et agacement. Chapitre 3 Sa vraie famille « La nouvelle de l'arrivĂ©e de Mme Johns a sans doute Ă©tĂ© divulguĂ©e », a dĂ©clarĂ© Jenna avec une façade d'innocence, sa voix Ă©tant basse et teintĂ©e de curiositĂ©. « On dirait que Madisyn veut aussi apprendre de Mme Johns qui ne sait peut-ĂȘtre pas encore que Madisyn a Ă©tĂ© chassĂ©e de chez nous. On dirait que nous pourrions toutes les deux finir par devenir ses Ă©lĂšves! » Le visage de Phyllis s'est assombri d'inquiĂ©tude aux paroles de Jenna. Elle s'est prĂ©cipitĂ©e, son intention Ă©tant claire : intercepter Madisyn avant qu'elle n'ait pu Ă©tablir des relations influentes. Mais Madisyn se dirigeait dĂ©jĂ  rapidement vers la Salle d'Émeraude, la salle la plus exclusive et la plus privĂ©e de l'hĂŽtel. Phyllis est restĂ©e perplexe. Pourquoi Madisyn se rendrait-elle dans la Salle d'Émeraude ? Jenna, rattrapĂ©e par son retard, a partagĂ© la surprise de sa mĂšre. « Maman, cette salle n'est pas ouverte Ă  tout le monde. On dirait que Madisyn a plus de contacts qu'on ne le pensait. Elle doit avoir des amis trĂšs impressionnants. » « Quel genre d'amis pourrait-elle bien avoir?», a marmonnĂ© Phyllis avec amertume, son esprit s'emballant avec des hypothĂšses dĂ©favorables. Le dĂ©goĂ»t l'a momentanĂ©ment envahie alors que Phyllis Ă©tait aux prises avec ces pensĂ©es, mais elle n'a pas eu le temps de s'y attarder. Avec un sentiment d'urgence, elle a sorti son tĂ©lĂ©phone et a appelĂ© Lynda. « Toutes mes excuses, je suis en train de traiter une affaire urgente. » La voix de Lynda Ă©tait dĂ©tachĂ©e et vive au tĂ©lĂ©phone avant qu'elle ne mette fin Ă  l'appel. Jenna Ă©tant accablĂ©e par le dĂ©couragement, son moral a chutĂ© et elle s'est masquĂ© le visage avec ses mains, des larmes coulant entre ses doigts. Jeffry l'a enlacĂ©e, sa voix empreinte d'une douce assurance. « Jenna, ne t'inquiĂšte pas. Nous aurons d'autres occasions. Nous trouverons un autre moyen. » Pendant ce temps, Lynda a reposĂ© son tĂ©lĂ©phone sur le coussin Ă  cĂŽtĂ© d'elle. Son frĂšre Glenn avait organisĂ© une rĂ©union de famille immĂ©diate aprĂšs la dĂ©couverte de sa fille perdue de vue depuis longtemps. « Madisyn a dĂ» traverser beaucoup d'Ă©preuves au fil des ans », a dĂ©clarĂ© Kristine Johns, assise Ă©lĂ©gamment Ă  cĂŽtĂ© de Lynda. Elle avait des traits remarquables, un maquillage exquis et Ă©tait habillĂ©e d'une robe luxueuse. Bien qu'elle renvoie l'image d'une dame raffinĂ©e, son expression trahissait une profonde inquiĂ©tude. Lynda a rĂ©pondu pensivement : « J'ai entendu dire que son ancienne famille l'avait bien traitĂ©e. Elle n'a peut-ĂȘtre pas Ă©tĂ© confrontĂ©e aux difficultĂ©s que nous imaginons. » La rĂ©ponse de Kristine Ă©tait empreinte de conviction. « Il est essentiel que nous lui apportions notre chaleur et notre soutien. » Lynda a caressĂ© affectueusement la tĂȘte de Kristine, fiĂšre du bon caractĂšre de son Ă©lĂšve. Cette derniĂšre avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e par la famille Johns. L'accueil qu'elle a rĂ©servĂ© Ă  Madisyn a mis en Ă©vidence son esprit gĂ©nĂ©reux et sa gentillesse. Elle n'avait pas peur que le retour de Madisyn menace son statut. Dans un coin, Elaine Johns Ă©tait assise tranquillement, le regard fixĂ© sur la porte, impatiente et dans l'expectative. Kristine a perçu l'intensitĂ© du regard d'Elaine et s'est sentie mal Ă  l'aise. Enfin, la porte s'est ouverte, la jeune femme qui entrait Ă©tait magnifique, ses traits exquis et distants reflĂ©tant ceux d'Elaine de maniĂšre suffisamment frappante pour affirmer leur parentĂ©. Kristine a ressenti un vide inexplicable Ă  cette vue. Elaine, incapable de contenir ses Ă©motions plus longtemps, s'est Ă©lancĂ©e en avant. « Ma fille! », s'est-elle exclamĂ©e en serrant Madisyn dans ses bras, ses larmes coulant Ă  flots. Madisyn est restĂ©e momentanĂ©ment abasourdie par l'intensitĂ© de l'accueil, ses mains tapotant avec hĂ©sitation le dos d'Elaine. Elle sentait naĂźtre en elle une nouvelle chaleur, une chaleur familiale. C'Ă©tait donc ça, avoir une famille aimante. « Laisse Madisyn s'asseoir d'abord », a dit Glenn d'une voix douce. Alors qu'ils s'installaient dans le canapĂ©, Elaine s'est accrochĂ©e Ă  Madisyn, essayant de stabiliser sa voix Ă  travers ses larmes. « Madisyn, je suis dĂ©solĂ©e qu'il nous ait fallu autant de temps pour te retrouver. Tu as dĂ» endurer tellement de choses. » « Je... Ça va, ça va. Je vais bien. » Les larmes d'Elaine, chaudes et sincĂšres, ont coulĂ© sur la main de Madisyn, laissant celle-ci quelque peu dĂ©semparĂ©e. TouchĂ©e par une telle dĂ©monstration de sincĂ©ritĂ©, elle a gentiment rassurĂ© Elaine : « Ne pleure pas, maman. Nous sommes ensemble maintenant. » Le terme « maman » a semblĂ© susciter une joie profonde chez Elaine, dont la voix s'est mise Ă  trembler lorsqu'elle a rĂ©pondu : « Oui, tu es de retour. Et je promets de tout arranger. » Glenn a observĂ© l'Ă©change avec un sourire radieux, son impatience Ă©tant palpable lorsqu'il a regardĂ© Madisyn. Sentant le poids de son regard, la jeune femme s'est tournĂ©e vers lui. « Hum... Papa. » « Nous sommes si heureux d'ĂȘtre rĂ©unis avec toi, ma Madisyn. » Glenn rayonnait, son visage s'illuminant de bonheur, une expression rare de pure joie. « Laisse-moi te prĂ©senter Ă  notre famille. Voici ta tante Lynda. » Lynda a observĂ© Madisyn, lui adressant un lĂ©ger signe de tĂȘte en guise de reconnaissance. Madisyn lui a rendu le geste avec une chaleur polie. Puis c'Ă©tait au tour de Kristine. Le sourire de celle-ci Ă©tait radieux lorsqu'elle s'est adressĂ©e Ă  Madisyn. « J'attendais depuis si longtemps de pouvoir enfin le dire ; j'ai maintenant une sƓur dont je peux me vanter. » Elaine est intervenue, la voix teintĂ©e d'une pointe d'hĂ©sitation : « Voici Kristine. Son pĂšre Ă©tait un ami proche de ton pĂšre. Kristine a perdu ses parents quand elle Ă©tait enfant, et nous l'avons recueillie. Si cela te met mal Ă  l'aise... » « Ce n'est pas grave. » Madisyn l'a interrompue doucement, comprenant ce qu'elle voulait dire. « Tu as aussi trois frĂšres, mais ils ne sont pas lĂ  pour l'instant. Nous ferons en sorte que tu les rencontres plus tard! » Elaine a continuĂ©, un sourire illuminant son visage alors qu'elle observait le hochement de tĂȘte de Madisyn qui acceptait. Glenn a pris son tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Ça a sans doute Ă©tĂ© dur pour toi pendant toutes ces annĂ©es, Madisyn. Commençons par Ă©changer nos numĂ©ros », a-t-il suggĂ©rĂ©. Elaine s'est empressĂ©e de lui emboĂźter le pas en sortant aussi son tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Échange ton numĂ©ro avec moi aussi », a-t-elle ajoutĂ© avec empressement. AprĂšs que Madisyn a Ă©changĂ© ses numĂ©ros avec eux, son tĂ©lĂ©phone a bourdonnĂ© de deux notifications. Son pĂšre lui avait envoyĂ© dix millions de dollars par le biais de Venmo, et sa mĂšre avait fait de mĂȘme. Glenn a souri, sa voix empreinte d'une gĂ©nĂ©rositĂ© dĂ©sinvolte. « Voici un peu d'argent de poche de la part de maman et papa. Si ce n'est pas assez pour toi, fais-le-moi savoir. » La chaleur d'Elaine n'a pas faibli. « Et j'ai choisi des vĂȘtements pour toi. Tu pourras les essayer quand nous rentrerons Ă  la maison! » Ce tourbillon de gĂ©nĂ©rositĂ© n'Ă©tait pas familier Ă  Madisyn, mais il lui apportait une chaleur qu'elle n'avait jamais connue. Mais Kristine se sentait Ă  la fois mal Ă  l'aise et choquĂ©e. Glenn et Elaine venaient de transfĂ©rer en toute dĂ©contraction vingt millions de dollars Ă  Madisyn, une somme qui Ă©clipsait sa propre allocation mensuelle, relativement modeste. Était-ce parce que Madisyn Ă©tait leur enfant biologique et qu'elle avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e ? Chapitre 4 Son frĂšre Pendant tout le repas, Elaine et Glenn se sont relayĂ©s pour dĂ©poser de la nourriture dans l'assiette de Madisyn, la nourriture empilĂ©e ressemblant Ă  une petite montagne. Lorsque Madisyn a tout fini, son estomac Ă©tait plein. C'Ă©tait un vĂ©ritable flot d'affection, inĂ©dit et rĂ©confortant, qui s'exprimait Ă  travers chaque plat offert par ses parents. La sonnerie soudaine du tĂ©lĂ©phone de Glenn a coupĂ© court Ă  ce moment. Il a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'identifiant de l'appelant et un large sourire s'est dessinĂ© sur son visage. « Madisyn, c'est l'un de tes frĂšres aĂźnĂ©s qui est en ligne, le plus jeune d'entre eux. Il est impatient de te rencontrer. » Il a rĂ©pondu Ă  l'appel vidĂ©o, et une voix dĂ©bordante d'enthousiasme s'est fait entendre. « Tu l'as retrouvĂ©e?J'ai hĂąte de la voir! » Glenn a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  Madisyn, qui a fait un timide signe de tĂȘte, ce qui a incitĂ© Glenn Ă  orienter le tĂ©lĂ©phone vers elle. « La voilĂ , ta petite sƓur, Madisyn. » « Ouais, on est vraiment de la mĂȘme famille! » Le visage Ă  l'Ă©cran s'est illuminĂ© d'un sourire malicieux. Le cƓur de Madisyn a sautĂ© un battement lorsqu'elle a reconnu Waylon, une cĂ©lĂšbre star de cinĂ©ma laurĂ©ate d'un prix. En un instant, son univers s'est Ă©largi, ses liens familiaux s'Ă©tant Ă©tendus Ă  des domaines qu'elle n'avait jamais imaginĂ©s. « Salut », a dit Madisyn, sa voix n'Ă©tant qu'un doux chuchotement. L'excitation de Waylon Johns a traversĂ© le tĂ©lĂ©phone. « Madisyn, je suis coincĂ© sur le plateau en ce moment, donc je ne peux pas revenir, mais je t'enverrai bientĂŽt quelque chose de spĂ©cial! » Son affection Ă©tait Ă©vidente. MalgrĂ© leur lien biologique rĂ©cemment dĂ©couvert, la chaleur de Waylon Ă©tait authentique et immĂ©diate. Waylon et ses frĂšres espĂ©raient depuis longtemps avoir une petite sƓur. Ils avaient bien Kristine, mais elle avait Ă©tĂ© adoptĂ©e par leurs parents alors qu'elle n'Ă©tait plus un bĂ©bĂ©, et elle n'Ă©tait pas liĂ©e Ă  eux par le sang, ce qui faisait qu'ils n'Ă©taient pas si proches. Waylon s'est alors tournĂ© vers l'homme noble et distant qui se trouvait Ă  ses cĂŽtĂ©s. « Andrew, voici ma sƓur. N'est-elle pas adorable?» Andrew Klein, connu pour sa rĂ©serve et sa prestance, a jetĂ© un coup d'Ɠil Ă  l'Ă©cran. DĂšs qu'il a vu la jeune fille sur l'Ă©cran, son regard jusqu'alors dĂ©contractĂ© s'est instantanĂ©ment figĂ©. Les longs cheveux souples de Madisyn descendaient sur ses Ă©paules et ses traits dĂ©licats, qui reflĂ©taient remarquablement les traits de la famille Johns, Ă©taient trĂšs sĂ©duisants. Ses yeux ambrĂ©s, empreints d'un soupçon de paresse et d'indiffĂ©rence, semblaient apaiser quiconque entrait en contact avec sa vue. Les yeux d'Andrew Ă©taient profonds. Madisyn est restĂ©e calme pendant l'appel vidĂ©o, mais la rĂ©action de Kristine a Ă©tĂ© moins contrĂŽlĂ©e. À la mention de « Andrew », le corps de cette derniĂšre s'est raidi, ses yeux s'Ă©tant fixĂ©s sur l'Ă©cran oĂč Andrew apparaissait plus frappant que jamais. Son attitude distante lui a fait soupçonner qu'il n'accorderait pas beaucoup d'attention Ă  Madisyn. « Salut. » La salutation d'Andrew Ă©tait brĂšve, sa voix basse. Kristine a ressenti un malaise, ses ongles s'enfonçant dans sa paume. Elle s'est rassurĂ©e silencieusement en se disant que le salut d'Andrew n'Ă©tait qu'une formalitĂ©. Madisyn a rĂ©pondu par un hochement de tĂȘte poli, son attitude Ă©tant calme et dĂ©tachĂ©e. Waylon a continuĂ© Ă  bavarder au tĂ©lĂ©phone avec Madisyn jusqu'Ă  ce que Glenn intervienne, lui rappelant de ne pas priver Madisyn de son repas. MĂȘme si son pĂšre lui a raccrochĂ© au nez, Waylon Ă©tait visiblement ravi, se retournant vers Andrew avec un sourire. « C'est ma petite sƓur perdue de vue depuis longtemps. N'est-elle pas adorable?Il faut que je finisse vite et que j'aille la retrouver. » Il lui a ensuite lancĂ© une invitation dĂ©contractĂ©e. « Andrew, tu veux venir avec moi?» Il savait qu'Andrew Ă©vitait gĂ©nĂ©ralement de se rendre Ă  la rĂ©sidence de la famille Johns en raison de l'affection manifeste de Kristine. Il y avait eu un ancien arrangement concernant un mariage potentiel entre la famille Johns et la famille Klein, mais il s'agissait simplement d'un accord verbal conclu par les aĂźnĂ©s. Les Klein, une famille importante de la ville d'Ansport, Ă©taient bien supĂ©rieure en statut et en influence aux Johns de Gemond, et Kristine semblait encore plus dĂ©lirante lorsqu'elle s'accrochait Ă  l'idĂ©e d'Ă©pouser Andrew. Andrew, le regard intense et distant, lui a rĂ©pondu nonchalamment : « Bien sĂ»r, ça fait un moment que je n'ai pas vu tes parents. » Waylon a clignĂ© des yeux, dĂ©contenancĂ© par l'acceptation inattendue d'Andrew. Était-il vraiment sĂ©rieux ? Chapitre 5 La sotte arrogante À la fin du repas, tous les membres de la famille Johns se sont dirigĂ©s vers leur vaste manoir, qui Ă©clipsait la villa plus simple de la famille Chapman, tant par son ampleur que par sa splendeur. La propriĂ©tĂ© dĂ©gageait une Ă©lĂ©gance royale, Ă  l'image d'un chĂąteau par sa grandeur. Elaine a impatiemment escortĂ© Madisyn Ă  travers les vastes couloirs jusqu'Ă  une chambre spĂ©cialement prĂ©parĂ©e. La chambre Ă©tait une vĂ©ritable vision de la grĂące fĂ©minine, dĂ©corĂ©e de teintes dĂ©licates et d'ornements bien pensĂ©s, qui rendaient Madisyn muette Ă  cause de son ambiance trop fĂ©minine. Au milieu de cette retraite enchanteresse, Elaine a regardĂ© Madisyn avec des yeux pleins d'attente et lui a demandĂ© doucement : « Madisyn, est-ce que c'est Ă  ton goĂ»t?» « Oui, j'adore », a rĂ©pondu Madisyn, la voix teintĂ©e d'un soupçon d'impuissance. Elaine Ă©tait ravie et lui a serrĂ© la main avec douceur. « C'est trĂšs agrĂ©able! Si tu as besoin de quoi que ce soit, tu n'as qu'Ă  me le dire », a-t-elle dit, pĂ©tillante de joie. « Maintenant, laisse-moi te montrer la garde-robe que ton pĂšre et moi avons choisie pour toi! » Elaine a ouvert les portes de l'armoire d'un geste majestueux. Les yeux de Madisyn se sont Ă©carquillĂ©s devant la multitude de robes exquises et opulentes qui scintillaient sous l'Ă©clairage tamisĂ©. « Ce n'est que le dĂ©but. Il y en a d'autres qui arriveront demain », a annoncĂ© Elaine. « Merci, maman, mais n'est-ce pas un peu trop?», a demandĂ© Madisyn. Elaine a Ă©clatĂ© de rire, Ă©cartant l'inquiĂ©tude. « Oh, jamais! Une fille n'a jamais trop de robes. Cet aprĂšs-midi, nous allons faire du shopping pour que tu puisses ajouter tout ce qui te plaira! », a-t-elle dĂ©clarĂ© avec un sourire gĂ©nĂ©reux. Madisyn, bien que dĂ©passĂ©e, a ressenti une profonde chaleur dans les gestes qui l'entouraient. Elaine avait l'intention d'attendre quelques jours avant de changer le nom de Madisyn. Mais celle-ci, sentant l'amour sincĂšre d'Elaine et de Glenn, ne voyait aucune raison d'attendre. L'aprĂšs-midi mĂȘme, ils se sont rendus Ă  la mairie locale, oĂč Madisyn a officiellement adoptĂ© le nom de famille Johns, devenant Madisyn Johns. Une fois les formalitĂ©s lĂ©gales accomplies, Elaine a serrĂ© la main de Madisyn, la voix pleine d'excitation. « ChĂ©rie, allons faire du shopping et voyons ce qui attire ton attention. » Glenn les a observĂ©es d'un regard tendre, avec du regret dans le ton. « Amusez-vous bien toutes les deux. J'ai du travail cet aprĂšs-midi et je ne peux pas vous accompagner. VoilĂ  dix millions, faites-vous plaisir, peu importe ce que vous trouverez. » S'adaptant au style de vie fastueux de ses parents, Madisyn a remerciĂ© Glenn et a pris la gĂ©nĂ©reuse somme. Il lui a tapotĂ© la tĂȘte avec amour, ses yeux dĂ©bordant d'affection paternelle. Le Mall de Moonshine Ă©tait le centre commercial de luxe le mieux classĂ© de Gemond. Elaine a conduit Madisyn Ă  la boutique chic de Chanel, les yeux brillants d'excitation alors qu'elle imaginait sa fille dans chaque piĂšce. Rapidement, elle a choisi une collection de vĂȘtements. « ChĂ©rie, essaie-les. S'ils te conviennent, nous les prendrons tous. » Madisyn, qui se sentait un peu dĂ©passĂ©e, a acquiescĂ© et a rassemblĂ© les vĂȘtements. Alors qu'elle se dirigeait vers la cabine d'essayage, elle a remarquĂ© que Phyllis et Jenna s'approchaient. Jenna, manifestement de mauvaise humeur, a Ă©tĂ© amenĂ©e par Phyllis pour se livrer Ă  une thĂ©rapie de shopping. Sa surprise de voir Madisyn Ă©tait Ă©vidente. « Madisyn! », s'est-elle exclamĂ©e, sa voix rĂ©sonnant d'incrĂ©dulitĂ©. Elaine, qui s'est retournĂ©e Ă  la voix, a reconnu le couple instantanĂ©ment. Elle s'est radoucie, connaissant le rĂŽle important de la famille Chapman dans l'Ă©ducation de Madisyn. Pour rendre la pareille, Glenn avait dĂ©jĂ  acceptĂ© de travailler avec l'entreprise de la famille Chapman, et il Ă©tait retournĂ© Ă  l'entreprise un peu plus tĂŽt pour rencontrer Jeffry et discuter de la coopĂ©ration. Alors qu'Elaine prĂ©parait un accueil chaleureux, prĂ©voyant mĂȘme de payer les courses de Phyllis et de Jenna en signe de bonne volontĂ©, le ton de cette derniĂšre a changĂ© brusquement. « Madisyn, que fais-tu ici?Nous sommes dans une boutique Chanel. Est-ce que tu peux te permettre quoi que ce soit?» Phyllis a regardĂ© attentivement Madisyn, son visage s'assombrissant au fur et Ă  mesure qu'elle se souvenait de la scĂšne Ă  laquelle elle avait assistĂ© Ă  l'HĂŽtel d'Alpenglow plus tĂŽt dans la journĂ©e. « Madisyn, pourquoi tu n'es pas avec tes parents pauvres?Tu achĂštes des produits de luxe ici, oĂč as-tu trouvĂ© cet argent?» Madisyn, le visage figĂ© dans un masque de dĂ©tachement glacial, a rĂ©pondu sans la moindre chaleur : « Mes affaires ne vous regardent plus. » L'opinion de Madisyn sur la famille Chapman a pris forme Ă  ce moment-lĂ , reflĂ©tant des annĂ©es de loyautĂ© non rĂ©ciproque. Elle avait Ă©levĂ© leur modeste entreprise au rang de centrale cotĂ©e en bourse, pensant qu'elle avait remboursĂ© la dette de gratitude pour l'avoir Ă©levĂ©e. Pourtant, les Chapman n'Ă©taient pas conscients de son aide. L'expression d'Elaine est devenue sĂ©vĂšre alors qu'elle absorbait la duretĂ© des mots de Phyllis. La famille qu'elle avait imaginĂ©e comme faisant partie du passĂ© de Madisyn Ă©tait loin de la rĂ©alitĂ© qui se prĂ©sentait Ă  elle. Ils traitaient Madisyn non pas avec une attention familiale, mais avec une franche hostilitĂ©. « Excusez-moi, j'ai cru comprendre que cette jeune femme Ă©tait autrefois une fille pour vous, mais pourquoi la traitez-vous ainsi maintenant?», est intervenue Elaine, incapable de retenir sa consternation. Avec un public maintenant prĂ©sent, Phyllis a expirĂ© profondĂ©ment, son visage Ă©tant un masque de rĂ©signation douloureuse. « En effet, elle Ă©tait une fille pour moi autrefois. Mais je dois vous avertir, madame, de ne pas vous laisser abuser par sa façade. Elle a profĂ©rĂ© de nombreux mensonges et a mĂȘme volĂ© de l'argent Ă  notre famille. C'est une honte! » Elle a poursuivi, la voix chargĂ©e d'une feinte dĂ©tresse : « Ma dĂ©ception a Ă©tĂ© profonde et je n'ai eu d'autre choix que de l'Ă©loigner de notre famille, malgrĂ© les annĂ©es que nous avons passĂ©es Ă  l'Ă©lever. » Phyllis Ă©tait dĂ©terminĂ©e Ă  dĂ©peindre Madisyn sous le pire jour possible, en s'assurant qu'aucune dame fortunĂ©e ne penserait du bien de Madisyn, de peur que le bruit ne se rĂ©pande qu'elle a Ă©tĂ© trop sĂ©vĂšre avec cette fausse fille. Pour rendre ses paroles plus convaincantes, elle s'est mĂȘme tamponnĂ© les yeux, simulant des larmes pour souligner son prĂ©tendu dĂ©sespoir. Phyllis Ă©tait en train de la discrĂ©diter devant sa propre mĂšre. L'expression de Madisyn s'est durcie, une Ă©tincelle dangereuse s'allumant dans son regard lorsqu... ...... ==== Madisyn a dĂ©couvert avec stupeur qu'elle n'Ă©tait pas l'enfant biologique de ses parents. À cause des manigances de la vraie fille, elle a Ă©tĂ© mise Ă  la porte et est devenue la risĂ©e de tous. Alors qu'on la croyait issue d'une famille de paysans, Madisyn a dĂ©couvert que son vrai pĂšre Ă©tait l'homme le plus riche de la ville et que ses frĂšres Ă©taient des personnalitĂ©s renommĂ©es dans leur domaine respectif. Ils la couvraient d'amour, avant d'apprendre que Madisyn avait sa propre entreprise florissante... Que se passe-t-il ensuite? Le nombre de chapitres affichĂ©s est limitĂ©. Appuyez sur le bouton ci-dessous pour installer notre application et lire les chapitres suivants. 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