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2,615,067	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2615075}'	Yes	2024-12-08 20:15	active	1977	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Elaine's POV I stood in the middle of the bar, my eyes filled with shock. There were a lot of men in the bar, men that I had never seen before. The man that I had loved was also among them, sitting. The love of my life, the one whom I had given up everything to get married to. We have been married a little over one year and I had loved him for a very long time. When I had the chance to marry him, I jumped at it immediately. I thought he loved me at the beginning of our marriage, he showered me with everything I had ever wanted but he suddenly changed. “What's happening… Why… Why did you call me here?” I asked, confused at what I was doing in this place. He had called me a few minutes ago to quickly come here. I had no idea it was a bar until I came inside. The moment I came inside, a bad feeling washed over me. I shifted back, wanting to leave but two people suddenly appeared behind me, making me stop. “Strip.” Just one word, and the earth came crashing down on me. I glanced around the room, at everyone who stared at with their expressive eyes, at those who waited for me to do as I was commanded. They didn't hurt me, however, the person who commanded me was the very person I had loved. “Didn't you hear me? I said strip.” My husband, Caleb repeated, a smirk on his li-ps. I lowered my head, my hands trembling. My li-ps were parted open to speak, but no words could come out. Tears gathered at the corner of my eyes as I gingerly stepped backwards, subconsciously trying to run away. “Stop her and help her remove her clothes if she doesn't want to do it herself.” Caleb said to the security guards who stood behind me. They came forward and held me by my arms, twisting it to my back and forcing me to kneeel down. I felt a sharp pain go from my arms to my wrist and a small ‘crack’ filled my ears. But I didn't fully register it when one of them directly tore my clothes, and goosebumps arose on my body from the sudden laughter that sounded from all directions. I couldn't raise my head up to meet their eyes but shoes appeared right in front of me and I looked up to see Caleb, the man I had given myself to. He stared down at me, an evil glint in his eyes. “Why?” I asked, “Why are you doing this to me?” My throat constricted. “Why?” Caleb tilted his head, confusion showing on his face, “You're my wife, Elaine, so your body is mine to do as I please. After all, you were the one who forced my grandfather to make me get married to you. If it was for you, I would have gotten married to Emily. Now, you have to face the consequences of what you did.” Caleb said hatefully and forcefully raised my chin up, motioning for a man to bring over a bottle of wine. My eyes widened as I realised what he wanted to do. “No. No please, I can't drink that. No, please!” I struggled against the grasp of the security men who held me tightly. “Caleb, please, you know I can't drink that. I beg you, please let me go. Please.” I begged, but it was to no avail. The guard yanked my head back, forcing my mouth open. The sharp scent of alco-hol burned my nostrils as Caleb poured the wine into my mouth. The liquid burned its way down my throat, my body immediately began rejecting it. The liquid that escaped going into my mouth got mixed up with the tears running down my face, some got into my eyes. My vision blurred as I choked, gasping for air in between sobs. But by the time he was finished, more than half of the bottle was already gone. He threw the rest onto the carpet and knelt down, smirking as I continued to cough. “Wasn't that good enough?” Caleb questioned, “Now that wasn't so bad after all.” “Caleb… You…” I began coughing, my eyes were getting blurry, it was hard to see their faces. A sharp pain went through my stomach and I gasped. “C… Caleb… My… my stomach. It hurts.” I gasped again as the pain spread to my spine. I thought I saw a flicker of panic in his eyes, but I was deluding myself. Caleb didn't care, he had never cared. But I still needed help, the pain was almost unbearable now. “Caleb please, please help me. Pl… Argh!” The sharp twisting pain in my stomach intensified, it felt like knives twisting and tearing inside my stomach. I crumpled to the floor. “Help you? This is the consequences of your actions Elaine, so you have to dea-l with it.” Caleb sneered, stepping back as if my pain disgusted him. My eyes widened as I felt wetness between my legs, it was warm, thick and terrifying. “No. No, no, no, no. This can't be happening, no!” I cried out as I realized exactly what was happening. I looked back at Caleb who knew that I was having a miscariage, I thought he would help me even upon seeing that. But once again, I was wrong. He stepped back, looking at the blood in disgust and dialed a number. The world around me was getting dark, I was losing consciousness and the last thing I heard Caleb say was, “Don't let anyone know where she came from. You can tell the doctors that you saw her bleeding on the road.” And then the doors closed as my word completely went dark. “Hold her down! She's hyperventilating!” “Bring in the oxygen tank! Be quick about it!” “Her heart rate is stopping!” I heard bits and pieces as I floated in and out of consciousness. I felt like dying, I wanted to die. But even the world was against me because a few hours later, I woke up in the hospital, white ceilings, white walls, everything was white. I hated white. “How are you feeling?” A few minutes after I had woken up, a doctor walked into my ward with a writing board in his hand. I glanced at him, not saying anything. “Oh, I'm sorry.” He apologized, smiling sheepishly. I had an alc-ohol allergy, I couldn't drink anything with that in it. If I did, my throat would close up for a while, my tongue would swell and I would have rashes all over my body; and that was only if it was a small amount but Caleb forced down more than half a bottle down my throat. “Miss, someone found you on the road while you were losing the baby so he brought you here and paid for your medical bills. Is there any of your family that we could call or…” Before he could say anything further, I heard a familiar voice from the hallways and my body stiffened. I glanced again at the doctor, willing for him not to let them in, but they were faster than he was. Two people kicked the doors open and walked into my ward, one was my mother and the last one was my mother in law. “It's not visiting hours as the patient is still under observation, please you have to leave now or…” My mother ignored the doctor's words and stomped towards me, her eyes blazing. She raised her hands and without hesitation, she slapped me on the cheek, her nose flaring in hatred for me, “You crazy bit-ch! How dare you lose the baby after all your husband has done to care for you! How dare you!” Chapter 2 “How dare you?! How could you lose this baby after everything Caleb has done to make sure this baby could be kept?!” My mother, Selena said furiously, her eyes were wide with anger. I stared at her in shock, I couldn't comprehend what they were talking about? But because I couldn't speak at that moment, I had no way to defend myself and thus, I could only let them continue speaking. “Selena, be calm. We are in the midst of a bunch of people, lower your voice.” My mother in law, Clara turned her gaze to Selena who shrank. Selena had always cowered under the pressure of Caleb's mother; mainly because was everything my mother was not. “Elaine…” I blinked twice, my face was still stinging from the slap. “I was told that you went to the club to drink despite Caleb warning you not to do so. How could you have ignored his warnings?” Clara asked, her hooded eyes on me. ‘Caleb had told me not to go to the club?’ I was confused. But I wasn't surprised at what she was saying, after all, so many lies had been spread in the family about me. If I could talk and I had told them that I was literally dragged to the club and had whisky force fed down my throat, would they believe me? No, they would rather choose to blame me in one way or the other. I glanced at the doctor for some kind of help, any kind. “Ma'am, I believe there are some mistakes here. I don't believe your daughter went to the club willingly or whatever it is you are saying. When she was brought here, she had bruises on her chin and at the side of her cheeks which shows the fact that her mouth was forced open. Her wrists also have some bruises and we're twisted slightly, she has a fracture on one of her wrists, and her knees are bruised. So you see…” “Mister… Louis… I don't believe I asked for your opinion in this matter?” Clara's gaze flickered over to the doctor who froze, disbelief on his face. His eyes met mine, his questions as clear as day. Even a doctor who didn't know me believed that this wasn't something I did out of choice. “Elaine, you have brought shame upon this family.” Clara continued, her voice cutting through my heart like a knife, “Despite how much of an empty barrel you are, Caleb worked hard to get you pragnant and yet, you still lost the baby due to your carelessness. You should have died along with the baby.” She spat out hatefully and immediately, I looked at my mother. Even though she had always treated me badly, I thought that for someone to say that her child should die along with her baby in front of her, at least she would say something. But Selena merely sneered and looked away. I gawked at my mother with incredulity. I wanted to scream, how could I have been born into a family like this?! Why?! “You're coming home with us, you spending your time here is just…” Clara trailed off, “After all, I am not even sure you are a woman. I don't even know why my father made Caleb marry you when he had Emily right by his side. You are one manipulative woman, do you know that? Emily was so much better than you. No problem though, everything will be fixed soon enough.” I felt the weight of her words crash down on me. I was being compared to Emily once again. Emily. Emily. Emily. Emily. Emily. That was the only thing I heard. It was always her! I never forced Caleb to marry me, he had made me fall in love with him, he made me believe that he loved me back. When I found out about the woman named Emily, we were already married. I was the one who was lied to and yet, I was the blamed one! “You can't take her with you. She needs rest.” The doctor said, stepping closer, “Her body is weak due to the miscarr-iage. She is not well enough to be discharged as she still needs proper monitoring, including how far her allergies could go. If you are concerned about her hospital bills, you don't need to be. It has been paid for already.” Clara shot him a venomous look, “Do you think we can't take care of her, Mr Louis? This is a family matter, you have no right to interfere. Selena, pick up your daughter, we are leaving.” Clara commanded and my mother immediately did her bidding. She dragged me from the bed, ignoring my wince as she pushed me outside the ward. The doctor kept following me at the back but it was to no avail, they eventually got their way with Clara threatening the doctors with her status. A few minutes later, we were in front of the house and there was a car parked outside. A car that was unfamiliar and yet familiar at the same time. “Oh, she must be back then.” Clara said happily as she stepped down from the car and walked hurriedly into the house. Who? Who was back? My breaths came out in shallow gasps as my mother yanked me forward, forcing me towards the house. I could barely keep up with her pace and I tripped several times. The front door loomed over me like an evil omen, and I could hear voices inside. Familiar voices. My mother pushed me roughly and I nearly fell to my knees as the doors opened, but I stopped myself. And then I saw her. Emily. Standing in the centre of the room, her presence continued to haunt me even until this day. Innocent and filled with purity, the woman I had endlessly been compared to. Bile rose in my throat as I forced myself to keep it down as I locked eyes with her. “Elaine.” Her voice was smooth and sweet, her eyes pure and sparkly, “It's been a long time. So lovely to meet you again.” Chapter 3 Emily greeted, her voice was sweet and delightful. To them. I stepped back, my eyes wide and my hands trembling. I frantically looked over to Caleb who was seated on the couch, a huge beaming smile on his li-ps. But when our eyes met, they were evil and cunning. But then, I heard a cough from the side and I saw Caleb's grandfather sitting. My heart trembled when I saw him, he would support me, he always had supported me no matter what. Once I was able to talk, I would tell him everything that had happened and he would finally realize that… “Elaine! Despite how I treated you, how could you intentionally ab-ort your baby! Worse, you even cheated on Caleb! Is this what you promised me when you got married to him?!” Grandfather knocked his staff twice on the ground. I stumbled in shock. The fact that he was yelling at me, which he had never done before had crossed over my mind. What he just said… Abort? I intentionally kil-led my baby? And what is this? Cheating? I had never cheated on Caleb, not even once! “And don't tell me that it's a lie! One report or the other about you had always gotten to my ears and I never believed them because I thought you were a good girl, but now there is evidence!” My legs felt like jelly as I took another step backwards, I was barely able to stand. Evidence? What evidence could they possibly have? My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. “I…” I tried to speak, but my throat still hurt so badly, they would barely even be able to hear me but I had to try, “Grand… grandfather, I never did any of that.” Grandfather slammed his staff against the floors once more, silencing my feeble attempt to speak, “There are pictures, Elaine!” He thundered, his eyes narrowing, “Pictures of you lying in a bed with someone who was not Caleb! And you dare claim innocence?! How dare you!” Grandfather yelled and threw the pictures at me. My mind went blank as I stared at them, my heart was pounding in my che-st. Indeed, I was on the bed, and there was a man above me, he was masked. But this wasn't true. This couldn't be true! “This isn't me…” I gasped, “None of this happened! I don't remember any of this happening!” “How convenient.” Caleb's voice cut in, “You don't remember, how typical Elaine. Just like you don't remember pushing Emily down the stairs, just like you don't remember stealing from grandfather in or-der to fund your gigolo, just like you didn't remember beating up the maids. You never remember anything, Elaine. Who knows, that child inside you may not even be mine for all I care.” I stared at Caleb in disbelief, the room began to spin all around me. This had got to be some kind of cruel joke by the universe. “This has nothing to do with me. I never did any of those things, you know Caleb. Why are you doing this to me? What sort of mistake did I make for you to treat me like this? Grandfather, you have to believe me, I really didn't do any of those things.” My shoulders trembled as I spoke, my throat became scratchy and dry and it took everything in me not to rush to the kitchen to drink some water. “The evidence speaks for itself Elaine, so save your breath. You slept with another man and now you're trying to cover it up by playing the victim. How pathetic of you.” “So who was it? An old friend of yours? A new man that you met while at the club? You have already brought enough disgrace to this family but cheating on my son? That is unforgivable.” “No, no.” I shook my head violently, I must still be sleeping, this can't be true, “I swear I don't know anything about this. I'm telling the truth, this must be some sort of mistake, I really didn't…” “Enough!” Grandfather's voice boomed throughout the room and I froze in place, “You have lied enough, Elaine. Caleb was willing to forgive you for everything, but with those pictures, there is no redemption for you.” I stumbled backwards, my legs finally gave out as I crumpled to the floor. My stomach began to hurt even more. I glanced up at Caleb who was staring at me, a grin on his li-ps. Then my gaze went straight to Emily and I inwardly gasped. Her eyes. They were dark and manipulative. It all dawned on me. Her sudden arrival when I lost my baby, all the accusations that were readily placed down. Everything. I was being framed for her. So she could come back and take her ‘rightful place’ as Caleb's wife. This was all a farce, and I was in the middle of it all. A sob escaped my li-ps as I lowered my head, and I let everything I had been through play like a film in my head. From the very beginning, it was only Grandfather who had treated me nicely. Caleb's mother had hated me but I thought that if I continued to be a good daughter in law, everything would be fine and she would eventually like me. I felt like everything would change miraculously but it only got worse and worse. Why did I even try to make things better if it was only going to become like this? “So… at the end, you still chose me to be the villain, the one whom you can blame for everything. I'm the bad woman here… Hahahaha.” I threw my head back and laughed, not even caring about the eyes that were on me anymore. It was actually finished, they had treated me the way they wanted to. All of them. “So, what now? What do you want me to do now that you have levelled all these accusations on me?” I glanced at Caleb whose eyes darkened. “Do you want me to kneeel for forgiveness? Do you want me to fall to the ground and lick your feet? Do you want me to strip myself outside just like you did to me in the midst of your friends?!” “Elaine!” Caleb yelled, his eyes wide. “What do you want me to do?! Tell me?!” I stared at him with red rimmed eyes. My pupils were burning so crazily that it was hard to keep them open. I just wanted to plunge myself into cold water and fall asleep. Maybe even forever. “Fine. I want a divorce.” Caleb said, taking a bunch of papers from the chair and flinging them at me, “Sign them and we will officially be divorced.” I eyed the papers on the ground. Caleb had already signed them, his ever so elegant writing that I had always loved. It was so funny actually, that all the work I put into this was thrown out of the window just because of one woman who had always framed me. A woman whom everyone thought was pure hearted. But she was a devil in disguise. “Grandfather, do you remember what you told me in the hospital that day? You said that you could see that I was so pure hearted that my eyes showed exactly what was in my soul, do you know what I was thinking at that moment?” I paused, waiting to see his reaction. He furrowed his eyebrows but didn't interrupt me. “I was thinking that you were the only person in this world that seemed to love me unconditionally. No matter what happened, you never failed to be there for me. Even if it wasn't for Caleb, I still loved you as it was. And then you asked me if I regretted saving Caleb that time because the doctors said it would be hard for my body to bear a child. Do you remember what I said?” I asked again, watching as Grandfather bit his li-ps and held his staff so tightly that his hands turned red. “I said that I didn't regret saving the both of you, I didn't regret putting my life in danger. But now?” I raised my head up, I wasn't able to stop the tears from flowing. I was numb, but I was still crying. “I regret it. I regret it so much, I wish I had never saved Caleb. I wished I had never been there at that moment. I wish Caleb had died in that place.” Chapter 4 “If Caleb had died there, maybe I wouldn't be hurting this much.” I finished. “You bit-ch!” Clara screeched and stomped forward, her hands raised as she slapped me once more. A crisp sound rang throughout the sitting room. But it didn't hurt more than I was already hurting. I bent down to pick up the papers and pen and with shaky hands, I signed the divorce papers, my chapped li-ps widening into a smile. “I've given you what you wanted, Caleb.” I raised my head, watching him intently. He looked very happy. So happy that he snat-ched the papers from my hands, pushing me away. My mother watched everything coldly, her eyes promising wrath against me. I scoffed, I didn't even know why I bothered anymore. “Elaine… I'm sorry.” Emily stepped forward, tears brimming at the corner of her eyes. “Sorry? There's no need to be sorry, Emily. After all, you've gotten exactly what you wanted. But soon enough, everyone in this family will know just how pretentious and evil you are. An innocent flower? A pitiful woman? Ha! Emily, I wait for the day that you will fall to the ground and everything will be taken away from you, just as it was done to me.” “You… get out! Get out of this place!” Clara screamed, her face red. My mother came forward and dragged me by my arm and pulled me outside. Until we got to the gates, we didn't stop walking. But I pulled my arm out of her grasp, “I'm not going with you.” I whispered, “I've had enough.” “Elaine… What the heck are you saying? Do you want to continue to embarrass me?! After all that you have done back there, how could you continue to…” “Mom… Should I even call you mom? I'm nothing more than a product of bargains to get you money. You have never treated me like a daughter, like your child. I heard that even animals do not treat their young ones this way, but you… you have never liked me. Am I even your child?” “Elaine! Stop saying things like this, you're my daughter!” Selena's voice cracked but there was no emotion in her eyes, Selena had always known how to play the concerned mother but it was so easily broken apart. I took a step back, trying to put some distance in between us. “Don't call me that.” Bitterness swelled up inside me, “I'm not your daughter. You made it clear every day in my life.” “You ungrateful brat! I clothed you, I fed you, I gave you everything and this is how you…” “No, you sold me like a piece of clothing. Or maybe clothing even has more value than me.” I cut her off, “But no more. Because this is going to end.” I turned away from her, heading down the street. I didn't know where I was going, but it didn't matter. I just needed to go to a place where I could end it all. Behind me, I could hear her calling my name but it was drowned out by the sound of my own footsteps. I walked until I found myself on an abandoned road. There wasn't any car passing by. But then, I heard a low rumble of a car engine behind me. Before I could turn around, a car screeched to a stop beside me, the door swung open and two men jumped out. They were fast, so fast that I barely had time to scream before one of them grabbed me by the arms, lifting me off the ground. “Who are you? Let go of me! Let go!” I screamed, thrashing wildly. “Shut up!” One of them growled and pushed me into the car. I struggled, kicking and swinging my arms but it was useless. I was no match for two grown and burly men. One of them raised a fist and the last thing I felt was a sharp pain in my temple before everything went dark. “Ugh…” I growled at the pain that went throughout my whole body, my head was pounding. My hands were tied right behind my back and a blindfold covered my eyes. The smell of dust and concrete filled up my nose. We were in a building, an uncompleted one. I had been kidnapped. I suddenly heard footsteps, then without warning, the blindfold was yanked from my face. I blinked, my vision was blurry at first but it didn't take long for me to recognise the figure standing in front of me. “Emily.” I said slowly, gulping down saliva, “Why did you bring me here?” “Surprised to see me?” She asked, her voice sweet, almost mocking. “What do you want? You've already gotten everything from me, Emily.” She smiled, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, “You have always been a problem, Elaine, always in the way. Caleb should have left you long ago but you just had to cling onto him, didn't you? I had to wait years for him to get rid of you, even while our baby is still growing in my stomach.” Emily rubbed her flat stomach. My heart stopped, “A baby? You're pre-gnant?!” “Yes, Elaine. Caleb and I are going to have a baby. Didn't you ever think about why Caleb had fed you drinks when he knew you were aller-gic to it and more so, while you're pragnant? Didn't you ever stop to think about how he left you until you finished bleeding before he asked someone to take you to the hospital? He did not do this just for fun or to show how pathetic you were. It was because he wanted you to lose the baby! He never wanted the baby to be brought into this world!” I choked up. Even though I knew that Caleb must have intentionally made me lose my baby, it felt like I was still kicked in the gut when Emily said this. One of the thugs who came with Emily kicked me in the stomach, making me double over in pain, they didn't stop there, they continued hitting me, especially my stomach. They were trying to destroy any other chances of me giving birth to a child. I began bleeding from the corner of my mouth. “Leave her.” Emily stated, “Your time is up Elaine, soon you'll be nothing more than a memory. Take her to the bridge.” I was carried and driven to another place. I didn't know where I was due to me focusing on nothing but the pain, however, the smell of water filled my senses. I was forced to stand on the edge of the bridge. My eyes were closed as I felt the evening breeze. So this was how it was going to end. A befitting end for a ‘villainess’ I couldn't help but laugh, “Emily. I will make one promise to you and Caleb.” I said, my li-ps curling into a bitter smile, “You will be punished. Karma will come for you and when it does, it'll be ten times worse than what you did to me. Your fake smile will crumble right under you and I'll be there. Watching as you beg for mercy.” I'll haunt the both of you. And when I come for you, it won't be quick. It won't be painless. It won't be easy. I smiled through the tears, “It will be slow, agonist and bitter.” “I'd like to see you try, Elaine. Goodbye.” Elaine then shoved me down the bridge, I was falling. The last thing I saw was her face and right behind her, I saw Caleb's. Then the icy water swallowed me whole. “Ah!” I gasped, shaking awake, my lungs burning as I sat upright. “You shouldn't move like that, you'll open your stitches.” I looked to my side and saw two men, both tall, dressed in black suits, with an aura that screamed dangerous. One had slightly long hair that was out into a rat's ponytail, both his eyes were closed while the other had shorter hair, and he wore gold rimmed glasses. He looked so familiar. “She's awake. Call for the nurse to check up on her.” The one with shorter hair and gold rimmed glasses said to the closed eye one who immediately went to do as he was told. I continued to stare at the man with glasses, trying to place where I had seen him, but he didn't say anything until the other one had left completely. “It's a pity, Elaine, to see you in this sort of position.” He began, making me arch my brow. Did he know me? “Who are you? How do you know my name?” I questioned him. “I must have changed a lot for you not to be able to recognize me,” he removed his glasses, his grey eyes fixed on me. My eyes widened, my mouth opening in shock as I saw a face that I hadn't seen for a long time. “It's… you…” I stammered, all the cells in my body were screaming. His face had never changed, he never changed. “Of course. It's been a long time… Elaine.” The man smirked, his crooked smile that I had always loved. “Zade…” It was him. Zade Silver, my ex boyfriend. Chapter 5 “It's you…” I murmured, my eyes fixed on Zade who leaned on the door frames, golden rimmed glasses sat right on top of his nose. He hadn't changed, although he was just as handsome, if not even more handsome than he was the last time I saw him. Zade frowned, his eyes were dark and he had an unreadable expression on his face. Without saying anything, he turned around and left the ward, the only thing I could hear was the rhythmic sounds of his footsteps that echoed in the hallway. I leaned back on the bed, my head lowered. A myriad of thoughts went on in my head. How did he save me? He went abroad so many years ago and he told me that he would never come back, so why now? How was he able to recognise me? My hands trembled as I raised them to touch my face. What would I look like now? Zade had always called me beautiful in the past, was I still beautiful to him? Or had the years of abu-se gotten to me, did I look old now? I raised my head to look around, it felt like the walls of the ward were closing in on me, I couldn't breathe. My throat constricted and my eyes were getting blurry. Why didn't I die? I had always done everything I could to help the people around me but why did I become like this? Why am I still alive?! Why did he save me? “Elaine! Elaine! Elaine!!” I gasped as I jolted awake, my lashes trembling as I faced Zade who leaned over me, confusion in his cold eyes. “What…” I trailed off, horror coming over me as I realised the extent as to which my thoughts travelled to. Zade's eyes remained fixed on me, the intensity sent a wave of discomfort through me. My che-st still heaved from the panic, my heart pounded against my ribcage. “Miss Elaine.” The Doctor called out my name and I raised my head to meet his eyes. Zade shifted back, allowing the doctor to come forward. He held a clipboard in his hands, just like the doctor who had treated me that other time. Come to think of it, they resembled quite a bit, slowly, their faces began to lap over each other. “Miss Elaine.” “Oh, yes?” The doctor's voice brought me out of my thoughts. “Is it possible that… Well…” The doctor rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and from his small gestures, I could see that he wanted to hide some things from me. “You can tell me whatever it is.” I am used to surprises now. Good or bad. “Alright. Due to whatever had happened to you, losing your child and the emotional trauma, we believe that it would be hard for you to have a baby ever again...” The doctor began and subconsciously, I tensed. My heart stopped at his words. Everything around me went silent, and for a moment, I couldn't hear anything except for the ringing in my ears. I couldn't get pragnant… ever again? I blinked, trying to process what the doctor had just said. He was speaking again, his voice low and careful, but I couldn't focus on his words, all I could think about was the sudden emptiness I felt inside me. “Elaine.” Zade called out my name again softly, breaking me out of my reverie. “Miss Elaine, I understand that this is difficult news,” The doctor said gently, his voice almost apologetic, “But with the right mindset, support and care, you can still love a fulfilling life. We will do anything we can to help you heal, both physically and mentally. Then perhaps, you may be able to birth a child again. Not everything is set in stone.” I nodded numbly, though his words felt empty. What kind of life was he talking about? A life without the possibility of being a mother, without the chance to hold my own child? I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. I also wanted to cry, but for some reason, I couldn't. My eyes felt so dry that I wondered if I really was a human. All the emotions I felt, or lack thereof made me feel like I was a monster. A monster that wasn't capable of crying for what she had lost. “If you would like to talk to me about anything, or if you're feeling any pain inside, you can call for a nurse to call for me. This man here was the one who saved and brought you here, he said that you both knew each other?” The doctor looked between me and Zade, silently urging me to say if I knew Zade. “I know him.” I mumbled slowly, not wanting to say anything more than that. “Alright then.” The doctor nodded. I felt Zade shift beside me, his presence overwhelming. He had always been a silent force in my life, both a comfort and a curse. And now, standing there, he looked down at me with an expression that made me want to scream, to lash out, to push him away for daring to witness me at my most broken. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” The doctor said, offering a small nod before exiting the room, leaving me alone with Zade. The door clicked shut, and the silence between us became unbearable. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to see his pity, or worse, his indifference. “Why did you come back?” I questioned, the silence was too unbearable for me. And I also wanted to know, “You told me that you would never come back, so why are you back? 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2,611,472	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2611042}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:06	active	1974		The Christmas Memories Giveaway! Create unforgettable memories this holiday season with our exciting giveaway! We're thrilled to offer another chance to win a magical experience at Bricktown Christmas. PRIZE INCLUDES: 4 Tickets to Bricktown Christmas, featuring: • Hot Chocolate with Mrs. Claus & Santa • A magical Light Tunnel & Tree Forest • Ornament Making • And much more festive fun! TO ENTER 1. Like our page, BrickTown: Alien Attack 2. Like & share this post 3. Tag your friends in the comments (get an extra entry for each additional tag) Mark your calendars! The winner will be drawn on Monday, December 9th, 2024. 🎉 DISCLAIMER: We will announce the winner in the comment section of this post, on our official Bricktown Facebook page. Remember, Bricktown Christmas will never request purchases of any kind to win this giveaway. For more details and to get your tickets, visit our website. https://www.bricktownnm.com/xmas #bricktownchristmas #christmasmagic #familyfun #MeetSanta #ChristmasMemories #RoswellEvents #FamilyTraditions			BrickTown: Alien Attack	https://www.facebook.com/bricktownalienattack/	696	1969-12-31 18:00			MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469391100_1119536213220470_3635904903048641815_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UwdPxxeziMgQ7kNvgGQmggA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYYy2y5xVhwWjUdXQXOFNyp&oh=00_AYCeUjaDnkGr_SdkyQjoKpLQxV1RM6gNeXPDaFX8WRl_Vw&oe=675C28A7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	BrickTown: Alien Attack	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,614,067	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-08 19:42	active	1976	Get It Free \| ALL $0.00	Combining the sleek sterling silver dials with the simple elegance of minimalist design, this watch offers strength and lightness.	GET_OFFER_VIEW	https://kickstar.buyjkfilm.com/product/aerotec-atl	Elva Judith	https://www.facebook.com/61563069587888/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Get offer	kickstar.buyjkfilm.com	IMAGE	Provide one copy for each person.	https://kickstar.buyjkfilm.com/product/aerotec-atlantic-the-ultimate-minimalist-titanium-dive-watch/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469040690_585016550676194_5092046068776657059_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ejDDNE8kpWIQ7kNvgE24t-l&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ABQTa7ZUGHk_1nR2YnRwGpz&oh=00_AYDkuRRnTfvgWy_WHyBc7tpJJ3hSEamcGaNJLbNbyxUyIg&oe=675C2EBD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Elva Judith	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,433	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I stand there dazed and feel like the outsider who will always be looking in. My husband Daniel is leaning back against the side of his car, his arms wrapped around two women—one of them unmistakably Jenny, her head thrown back, his hand gripping her hip as he pecks her neck with an intensity that makes my stomach turn. In one quick move, my friend Kelly grabs Jenny's hair. Both women scream, trying to pull free. Fuelled by anger and protectiveness, they each land sharp, stinging slaps, not giving them a chance to fight back. Jenny and the blonde both shout for Daniel, their voices desperate, but he just stands there, too stunned—or maybe too high—to react. His eyes shift from them to me, frozen in shock, like he can't decide whether to step in or just vanish. ———————— My friend Kelly and I settle the bill and take a slow walk down the street to the ice cream parlor, letting the mood shift to something lighter and easier. I'm laughing at the nonsense coming out of Kelly's mouth, but when I glance to my left, my steps falter. There, parked just off to the side, is Daniel's black Mercedes. But it isn't the car that has my full attention. Daniel is leaning back against the side of his car, his arms wrapped around two women—one of them unmistakably Jenny, her head thrown back, his hand gripping her hip as he pecks her neck with an intensity that makes my stomach turn. Her face is lit up, completely lost in it, her body pressed close to his. On his other side is a petite blonde, his hand slipped into the back of her jean shorts, fingers gripping her hip tightly. She's clawing at him just as eagerly, her eyes half-closed as she leans into his chest, completely wrapped up in him. The whole scene stops me cold, the laughter dying on my lips. It's like a slap, knocking the air out of me as I take in what's happening right in front of me. The girls follow my gaze, their faces hardening as they take in what's happening. Without missing a beat, they march forward, instantly catching Daniel's attention. He looks out of it, almost like he's high, his expression hazy and unfocused, barely processing what's happening around him. In one quick move, Kelly grabs Jenny's hair, pulling her back, and Jaz does the same to the blonde, yanking her with all her strength. Both women scream, trying to pull free, but Kelly and Jaz hold tight. Fuelled by anger and protectiveness, they each land sharp, stinging slaps, not giving them a chance to fight back. Jenny and the blonde both shout for Daniel, their voices desperate, but he just stands there, too stunned—or maybe too high—to react. His eyes shift from them to me, frozen in shock, like he can't decide whether to step in or just vanish. My heart pounds as I watch, a strange mix of relief and hurt swirling inside me. My friends are standing up for me, fiercely loyal, while Daniel, the man I once trusted, does nothing at all. At least now I know what was really going on. He takes a step toward me, but Jazzy steps right in front of him and throws a punch that lands square on his mouth. Blood springs from his lip, and he hunches over, totally caught off guard. Kelly shoves Jenny into his chest, catching him off balance, and he stumbles back, eventually falling flat on his hip. As Daniel struggles to get up, Jaz steps over, looking completely fed up, and dumps her now-melted ice cream over both his and Jenny's heads. Jenny screams even louder, making my ears ring. I hadn't even noticed they'd set their cups aside in all the chaos. Daniel doesn't even react anymore; he just looks at me, defeated, realizing there's no way out of this mess. Jenny and the other girl keep yelling, cussing, begging him to do something, but he stays frozen, his eyes locked on mine, filled with a strange mix of sadness and acceptance. Seeing that look tugs at my heart, but I know I can't help him this time—it's his mess, not mine. I honestly don't know what I would have done if my friends weren't here with me tonight. The shock of it all still has my adrenaline spiking. I've had my suspicions about Daniel for a while but seeing this betrayal firsthand... it's a whole different kind of hurt. How could he do this to me, to us? It hurts so much to know he betrayed me like this. I gave him the choice to leave if that's what he wanted. Was this what he was trying to tell me a few days ago? I wish he was just honest with me instead of leaving me to see it all like that... it would have been so much easier to handle. It's been three rough days since I saw Daniel with Jenny, and I'm stuck in a whirlwind of emotions. I don't know how to deal with it, to be completely honest. I didn't want to go back to his apartment and was thinking of booking into a hotel or going back to my parents. But Kelly insisted I stay with her during this tough time. I've been holed up in her spare bedroom, and even eating feels like a mission. My suspicions about Daniel's cheating turned into a painful reality when I saw him with not one but two women – a truly shocking sight. My phone won't stop buzzing with Daniel's attempts to reach me, and the voicemails are piling up. Every notification brings a mix of curiosity and dread. I know whatever he says will probably be full of excuses and explanations that are hard to believe. Summoning some courage, I get out of bed and go to the window. Opening it a bit for some fresh air, I hope it can lighten the heavy feeling inside me. With a shaky determination, I decide to listen to the first voicemail, readying myself for the wave of emotions that will come with Daniel's words. Voicemail Recording: Hey, um, it's me. I messed up, and I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this. It's just... I got lost, and I made a stupid mistake. I should've been honest with you, and I feel terrible about it. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I needed to say it. I'm sorry. Quickly unlocking the door and booking it to the bedroom, I grab my suite cases from the closet and start throwing everything in. Finally done, I place the last of the bulky bags in the boot of my car, running back in to grab my laptop bag and work supplies, but bump into a hard chest just as I open the door to leave. Looking up, I see Daniel in front of me with dark blank eyes, dishevelled hair, and dark rings around his eyes, showing his lack of sleep. I try to move away from him, but his hold on me just gets tighter, causing me to wince at the sting of pain. Daniel, please let go of my arms. You are hurting me! He simply pushes me back lightly, closes the door behind himself and locks it, pocketing the keys. I'm not going to lie, but it made a shiver go up my spine. Daniel doesn't seem like himself today, which is worrisome. Are we going to talk now, Aria? Are you done running like a coward? I give him a look of disbelief at the audacity of his man. Look, Daniel, there is nothing more to talk about. You have made your choice, and I can clearly see it is Jenny. I will no longer stand in your way. You said it yourself; you found someone who understands you, unlike me right. So please, move away from the door and let me go. We don't have to be angry with each other. You found your person and I'm happy for you. Maybe one day I will move on too. The air in the room grows thick with tension as the words "I will move on too" hang between us. "What do you mean, move on?" His voice, once familiar, now carried an edge that sliced through the room. The shift from disbelief to fury was sudden, leaving no room for negotiation. The tremor in his words was a warning to the storm that's to come. I think that was the worst thing to say to him because he pushes off the door and barrels towards me, picking me up, causing me to grip onto his shoulders as he shoves me into the wall, knocking my shoulder into the frame. He pushes his body into me and brings his face close to mine. You don't get to leave me; you don't get to be with another man. We aren't done, Aria; you are mine, and you will never be rid of me, My eyes welled up with tears as he tightened his grip, his nails digging into my hipbone, a painful reminder of the mess from which I was desperately trying to break free. Taking a chance, I shove him away from me and, because of his distracted mind, I manage enough space to knee him in the balls and deliver a punch to his left cheek, sending him to the ground. I waste no time and grab my laptop bag and my key I left on the side table by the door. I let myself out of our once shared home. Before closing the door behind me, I give the place a last once over as a final goodbye, finally settling on Danie. The man I once cherished with all I had. I cannot help but let the tears flow. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, I lock eyes with him. I hope you find what you need Danie, but it's not me. With that's I place the key back on the table and leave out the door.	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2,612,503	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612501}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Woman Struggles with Unrequited Love for Her Best Friend, Only to Realize the Truth Years Later	Woman Struggles with Unrequited Love for Her Best Friend, Only to Realize the Truth Years Later	LEARN_MORE	https://sportzbonanza.com/best-friend-unrequited-l	Fox'oclock	https://www.facebook.com/100076064792214/	7,105	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	sportzbonanza.com	IMAGE	Two years prior, Emma found her world upended when she encountered Lucas at a mutual friend's gathering. From the moment she laid eyes on him, her heart inexplicably gravitated towards his vibrant presence, igniting a crush that burned fiercely within her chest.	https://sportzbonanza.com/best-friend-unrequited-love-md/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469519291_1117540086395729_6853687881713199489_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wy-0KV3mMFkQ7kNvgF7AoG6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARy2rvZCLpvgx1O6rF3sCw9&oh=00_AYCmT-CKeZqXcoK7CFvjSCtVSBruQpbgKaNHvXCN9cRpRQ&oe=675C29D4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fox'oclock	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,611,399	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.5408805031446541,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:06	active	1974		It’s DECEMBER ! ❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️ It’s the month of giving AND receiving!! I’m going to be doing a holiday giveaway soon and I want to make it EXTRA special!! So drop your dream Crystal below 👇 and who knows….. it might be one I’ll be giving away really soon!!!! 💕💕💕💕 I’ll be picking 3 people from this comment section to win $20 store credit next live !! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ #crystals #crystallovers #crystalhealing #amethyst #citrine #crystalsphere#crystalenergy #crystalaltar #quartz #crystallive #crystalcommunity #goodvibes #goodenergy #crystalvibes #tucsongemshow #crystalsandgems #crystalcollector #holiday #naughtyornice	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/crystal_castles__	crystal_castles__	https://www.instagram.com/_u/crystal_castles__	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/crystal_castles__	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/356951853_1221168958502143_8545406624975916002_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=DaZjhH0Ak_EQ7kNvgEgMtyC&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAkzuwoWSSveWT2FxxuiZtmIuizS6TUGy0qGkTltQAtYQ&oe=675C1433	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	crystal_castles__	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,615,963	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2614744}'	Yes	2024-12-08 20:15	active	1977	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Carissa, the king has issued a decree allowing Aurora to marry into our general's house. I hope you can accept and respect this fact." The person who said this is Carissa Sinclair's husband, Barrett Warren. A year ago, on the night of their wedding, Barrett set out to lead his army into battle. Now, after finally returning victorious, he brings Carissa this kind of "good news." 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." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Equal to me, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On the wedding night a year ago, he personally lifted Carissa's veil and promised affectionately: "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! When Barrett left, the general's mansion had already fallen into decline. All the expenses were supported by the dowry Carissa had brought. Barrett's mother, Rebecca, was suffering from a strange illness, and she had invited a reclusive divine doctor to treat her. Each month, dozens of silver coins were spent on exorbitant medical fees, not to mention Carissa's constant care by Rebecca's bedside. In the end, she got such a reward. So, the kindness that this family shows is merely because they are relying on Carissa's dowry. If Barrett's betrayal was like a sharp sword, then Rebecca's hypocrisy was like thousands of silver needles, piercing deeply into Carissa's heart. 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?" "Never mind. I don't want to 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. Carissa actually came from a family of warriors, and she had been training in martial arts since she was young, showing great talent. However, when she was 15, her father and several brothers died on the battlefield. Since then, her usually open-minded mother advised Carissa to hide her skills and, like other noble girls, find a husband to live a stable life. But now it seems she has betrayed her mother's expectations. 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, narrowed her eyes, and sneered, "No wonder they covet my dowry so much." The dowry her mother provided was quite substantial; she hadn't paid much attention to it before. Now she realized how much effort her mother had put in for her. "Then, my lady, what shall we do now?" Carissa's eyes grew cold. "I could confront the king and use my family's achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I'll kill myself 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 foolish? 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. In addition, the law states that if a woman is divorced, her husband has the right to keep all her dowry. Right now, Barrett doesn't dare to divorce her, mindful of his reputation, but who knows what will happen in the future? Carissa no longer wanted to believe in this hypocritical man, nor did she want to live under the same roof with him. She once hoped to build a life with Barrett, so naturally she would not be stingy with her dowry. However, circumstances had changed. She intended to leave the general's residence with dignity and take every last coin of her dowry back home!	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2,615,281	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2614937}'	No	2024-12-08 20:15	active	1977	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	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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2,616,068	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-08 20:15	active	1977	El regreso de la esposa no deseada	En su aniversario de boda, ella se vistió de gala para acudir a la cita, pero fue drogada por la amante de su esposo, y se enredó con un desconocido durante una noche, ¡sin darse cuenta de que ese era el hermanastro y rival en los negocios de su esposo! ===== En el opulento y poco iluminado cine privado, se transmitía en vivo la subasta de joyas más exclusiva. "Un millón a la una, un millón a las dos...". La fuerte voz del subastador resonó en la sala, el hombre apretó con más fuerza la cintura de Alicia Bennett... La intensidad entre ellos solo se hizo más feroz a medida que pasaba el tiempo... El subastador dejó caer su mazo. "¡Vendido por diez millones! ¡Démosle un aplauso al señor Joshua Yates!". Ese nombre impactó a Alicia como si fuera un rayo. Su cuerpo se puso rígido, por lo que el hombre no pudo evitar notarlo. Sus movimientos se detuvieron mientras sus ojos entrecerrados de satisfacción observaban perezosamente la pantalla. La cámara se acercó al rostro de Joshua Yates, por lo que cada detalle de sus conocidos rasgos se mostró con perfecta claridad. "Joshua, el segundo hijo de la familia Yates... ¿Es un conocido tuyo?", preguntó, arrastrando las palabras. Sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa maliciosa mientras. La mujer frunció más el ceño, ya que lo último que quería era discutir ese asunto. Ella no respondió. Ver la situación, el hombre se rio por lo bajo, en cambio, agarró con más fuerza su cintura y se movió de manera más implacable... Cuando todo terminó, Alicia aprovechó que el hombre estaba en la ducha para escapar sigilosamente. Cuando Caden Ward finalmente salió del baño, sin ver la figura de la mujer. Una mirada divertida se apoderó de sus ojos y una sonrisa burlona apareció en sus labios. Después de un rato, Hank Ford, su asistente, irrumpió en la habitación con nerviosismo. "Eh, discúlpeme, señor Ward. Estaba distraído. Deme un momento y la traeré de vuelta ahora mismo". Acababan de regresar al país y habían tomado todas las precauciones. Pero aun así, una mujer había logrado burlar su seguridad. Caden exhaló una corriente, "No es necesario. Yo... lo hice voluntariamente". Hank abrió mucho los ojos. La cabeza de Hank empezó a dar vueltas. En todo el tiempo que lo conocía, nunca lo había visto acostarse con una mujer, ni siquiera había tenido una contacto fisico. Incluso había rumores de que sufría una enfermedad, y que por eso nunca había tenido sxo. Pero ahora, esos rumores se evaporaron ante ese giro inesperado. Antes de que Hank pudiera procesar todo, la profunda voz de Caden lo devolvió a la realidad. "Quiero que investigues la vida personal de Joshua. El informe debe estar en mi escritorio en media hora Esa noche, Alicia había entrado tambaleándose a su habitación, febril y desesperada. Obviamente, la habían dgado. Y entonces descubrió algo: Alicia era puro. Dos años de matrimonio con Joshua... ¿Y aun así, estaba intacta? Sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa de satisfacción. Lo inesperado siempre lo intrigaba. Pero mientras reflexionaba, una cosa le quedó muy clara: Alicia no sabía con quién había estado debido a los efectos de la dga. Cuando la joven regresó a casa, la primera luz del amanecer se estaba filtrando por las ventanas. Solo entonces se dio cuenta de cuánto tiempo había estado fuera. Pero antes de que pudiera seguir pensando en eso, sonó su celular. Era una llamada de su mejor amiga, Monica Flynn. "¡Alicia!", gritó ella desde el otro extremo de la línea. Sonaba bastante preocupada. "¿Cómo estás ahora?". Alicia exhaló un profundo suspiro y se quitó los zapatos descuidadamente. "He estado mejor", susurró. Desbordada de rabia, Monica espetó implacablemente: "¡Joshua es un pedazo de mirda! ¡Es tan repugnante! ¡Si no quiere seguir casado, debería armarse de valor y divorciarse de ti! ¿Qué clase de enfermo conspira contra su propia esposa?". Alicia sintió el profundo dolor de la traición. Ayer había sido su segundo aniversario de matrimonio. Joshua le había enviado un mensaje sugiriendo que lo celebraran. Alicia pensó que él había cambiado, así que se vistió elegantemente. Pero solo se encontró con una decepción y una bebida con d*ga que le hizo tener una noche de confusión y caos. ¿De verdad Joshua había planeado todo eso? Tragándose su amargura, Alicia se obligó a subir lentamente las escaleras. "Está bien, Monica. Yo me encargaré de eso". Siempre protectora, la aludida no estaba convencida. "¿Piensas tomar medidas? ¿Cómo piensas hacerlo? Solo dime y estaré ahí ahora mismo!". Alicia no pudo evitar esbozar una pequeña y cansada sonrisa, luego colgó el teléfono. Repentino la puerta de su dormitorio se abrió con un crujido. Alicia alzó la mirada y sintió su corazón hundirse. Recién salido de la ducha, con una toalla enrollada alrededor de su cintura, estaba Joshua. Su cabello húmedo se le pegaba a la frente mientras la miraba fijamente. Capítulo 2 Divorciémonos Alicia salió de su aturdimiento en cuanto se encontró con la mirada gélida de Joshua, su supuesto esposo. El hombre tenía una expresión tan indiferente como siempre, como si estuviera mirando a una desconocida. Lo único fuera de lugar era el mordisco en sus labios. Estaba tan disgustada que tuvo que aguantar sus arcadas. Ella lo empujó y estaba a punto de entrar. Joshua frunció el ceño y agarró su muñeca. "Alicia, ¿por qué tienes esta actitud?". No parecía estar contento con ella, lo que era algo raro considerando lo poco que se molestaba en volver a casa. Normalmente, ella lo habría recibido con los brazos abiertos y una mirada alegre en su cansado rostro, pero hoy parecía agotada, casi vacía. No se resistió a su agarre y lo miró a los ojos con una calma que lo puso nervioso. "¿No he sido siempre así? He sido obediente y sensata, he cuidado de la casa para que esté en orden, para que estés cómodo y puedas dar lo mejor en el trabajo". Una pequeña y amarga sonrisa se dibujó en sus labios. "¿No es eso lo que más te gusta de mí? Te facilito las cosas, ¿no? Te dejo tiempo para que se lo dediques... a alguien especial". Los ojos de Joshua se oscurecieron ante esa acusación. Quería negarlo, pero no le importó. ¿Por qué haría eso? Le soltó la mano y dijo bruscamente: "En realidad, por eso estoy aquí. Tenemos que hablar". Alicia se frotó vigorosamente la muñeca, como si quisiera limpiarse donde la tocó. "¿Finalmente piensas hacer pública tu relación con ella?". El rostro de Joshua se contrajo al instante. "¿Qué sabes tú? ¿Le pediste a un detective privado que me persiguiera o algo así?", preguntó el hombre. Alicia soltó una risa amarga. "¿Es necesario? Anoche no escatimaste en gastos para complacerla. Incluso un ciego podría darse cuenta de que estás loco por ella". Joshua la miró fijamente, inquieto por su frialdad. Era su misma voz y era la misma Alicia, pero había algo diferente... Por alguna razón, se sintió herido, como una espina que se clavaba en su corazón. Tal vez se debía a la forma en que lo miraba ahora: sus antes cálidos y amorosos ojos ahora estaban completamente vacíos. No había rabia ni dolor, solo...nada. Era un marcado contraste con la mujer que lo miraba como si él fuera su mundo entero. No sabía por qué, pero verla así despertó algo en él, un descontento desconocido. Molesto por su propia reacción, Joshua decidió contraatacar con mayor dureza: "Está embarazada. Es un embarazo delicado, así que le compré algo para animarla". Alicia apretó los puños. ¿Ebarazada? Todas las noches que ella se quedó despierta esperando su regreso, ¿él estuvo intentando formar una nueva familia con otra mujer? Al verla estremecerse, Joshua sintió una ligera satisfacción. "No es que no quiera dormir contigo", dijo con condescendencia. "Eres tan simple que aburres. Ningún hombre quiere algo así". Sus crueles palabras atravesaron a Alicia, pero aun así, logró mantener la compostura. No es que evitara la intimidad, simplemente no solía tomar la iniciativa. ¿Eso la volvía tan indeseable? ¿Era un pecado no ser lo suficientemente suctora? Alicia respiró profundamente para obligarse a mantener la calma. "Está bien", murmuró. "Divorciémonos. Puedes darle el título que ella quiere". El párpado de Joshua tembló involuntariamente. Entrecerrando los ojos con sospecha, resopló: "¿Es este otro de tus juegos?". Su voz se volvió más mordaz mientras hablaba con certeza: "Alicia, durante dos años has hecho de todo para llamar mi atención. ¿No te cansas? Porque yo estoy cansado". Hizo una pausa para que ella sintiera su desdén. "Dices amarme mucho. ¿De verdad podrías alejarte de mí?". Alicia no pudo evitar lanzar una risa amarga. ¿Amarlo? ¿Siquiera entendía lo que eso significab Cuando el negocio de Joshua se derrumbó, y solo tuvo deudas y sueños destrozados, Alicia puso sus ahorros para rescatarlo de los escombros. Por gratitud, o tal vez por obligación, Joshua se había casado con ella. Durante dos largos años, ella fue la esposa obediente que lo apoyaba mientras se abría camino hacia el éxito. ¿Y qué había recibido a cambio? Fue abandonada como una reliquia inútil, mientras que otra mujer llevaba un hijo de él. Su amor y su lealtad habían sido destrozados bajo sus pies. "Redacta el acuerdo de divorcio", declaró Alicia firmemente. "Aceptaré los términos que gustes". Luego, se dio la vuelta y salió del lugar, dejando a Joshua solo en el pasillo. El joven la miró enojado durante unos segundos, pero luego una sonrisa burlona tiró de sus labios. Se había vuelto más intrigante. Pero dudaba que fuera capaz de mantener esa máscara por mucho tiempo. Joshua salió furioso de la casa y se dirigió al apartamento donde lo esperaba su amte, Lilliana Green. "Bueno, eso fue rápido", bromeó ella con una ceja alzada cuando Joshua le contó que se iba a divorciar. "Parece que no fue tan difícil convencerla como decías". Joshua la atrajo a sus brazos. "Es astuta", murmuró con sospecha. "No sé si de verdad está aceptando el divorcio o solo está jugando conmigo". Lilliana abrazó perezosamente su cuello. Su mirada ardía con s*uctora picardía. "Relájate, Joshua", ronroneó. "Incluso si cambia de opinión, ya será demasiado tarde". Joshua frunció el ceño. "¿Qué quieres decir?". Capítulo 3 Olvidarlo‘’ Los ojos de Lilliana se volvieron sombríos y sus labios se curvaron en una leve sonrisa. No era tan tonta como para mostrar sus cartas en ese momento, así que le dio una excusa sencilla. "Durante estos años que llevan casados, ella ha vivido tranquilamente en las sombras, como una simple ama de casa apartada del mundo. ¿Se atrevería a decir algo si tomas una decisión?". Joshua apretó los labios. Durante esos dos años, Alicia había hecho todo por él, le había dado apoyo y consuelo. Lo había amado intensamente, pero al fin y al cabo, ¿qué valor tenía el amor? Contra todo pronóstico, Joshua se abrió camino hasta la cima y finalmente logró alcanzar el poder que tanto ansiaba. Pero ese éxito no había sido fácil. No era el amor lo que aseguraba su posición, sino las alianzas con los poderosos. El prestigio de la hija de la familia Green valía mucho más que el amor devoto de Alicia. Mientras esos pensamientos llenaban su mente. "Joshua, felicitaciones por escapar de la rutina", Lilliana murmuró con voz aterciopelada. "¿Lo celebramos?". Joshua se quedó mirándola, pero de repente, el rostro indiferente de Alicia apareció ante sus ojos. Desde que salió de casa, ella no lo había llamado ni una vez para preguntarle dónde estaba. Antes, cuando él se enojaba, siempre lo llamaba con ansiedad. Una inexplicable irritación surgió en su interior. Sin pensarlo, empujó a Lilliana para alejarla. "Solo tienes unas pocas semanas de embarazo", murmuró con voz ronca. "Debes tener cuidado". Pero ella era astuta y no tardó en darse cuenta de que estaba distraído. "Joshua, ¿qué pasa?", preguntó suavemente. "¿No quieres divorciarte?". "Por supuesto que quiero divorciarme de ella", respondió él al instante. Liliana entrecerró los ojos mientras lo estudiaba. "Entonces, ¿por qué no te ves feliz?". Joshua ofreció una excusa rápida. "La condición de mi padre ha empeorado", respondió con cierto distanciamiento. "No le queda mucho tiempo y Caden regresó anoche. Tal vez vino para reclamar su herencia, así que debo saber cómo manejarlo". Lilliana parpadeó con desconcierto. "¿Caden? ¿El hijo del primer matrimonio de tu padre? Ni siquiera lleva el apellido Yates. ¿Qué derecho tiene para pelear contigo por la herencia?". El rostro de Joshua se oscureció. Era cierto, pero al fin y al cabo, seguía siendo el hijo de una rompe hogares. En todos esos años, se había esforzado incansablemente no solo para alcanzar una posición en la familia Yates, sino para empujar a Caden a las sombras, el lugar donde pertenecía. De una forma u otra, estaba decidido a ganar. Mientras tanto, Alicia se despertó con las extremidades fatigadas. Ya había oscurecido, pero se sentía más cansada que antes. Y era porque sus sueños giraban en torno a ese desconocido. Solo salió de su aturdimiento cuando su celular vibró con una llamada de Monica. "Alicia, tengo los resultados de tu análisis de sngre. Se los pasé a un amigo mío que tiene buenos contactos. Está investigando quién compró esa dga". Alicia se incorporó y su mente se agudizó. "Gracias, Monica. Lo aprecio mucho". "Si de verdad quieres agradecerme, hazme un favor: deja de estar obsesionada con ese iota. Y después del divorcio, solo concéntrate en tu carrera. Me lo debes". Alicia se sintió conmovida y bajó la cabeza en silenciosa gratitud. "Lo sé, lo sé". Ahora que lo pensaba, sus sentimientos por Joshua nunca habían sido de amor verdadero, ya que todo era porque se sentía en deuda, un sentido de obligación. Las expectativas de su familia siempre habían pesado sobre ella, y en esa infancia solitaria y sofocada, fue Joshua quien estuvo a su lado. Su compañía había alimentado un vago afecto que había confundido con el amor. "Es una suerte que nunca me haya aferrado con fuerza al amor", murmuró. "Estos dos últimos años... solo los veré como una forma de devolverle su bondad". Monica hizo una pausa para darle cierta consideración. Sabía mejor que nadie que, en algún momento, Joshua había amado a Alicia. Pero el amor podía ser muy fugaz. "Alicia, realmente espero que lo hayas olvidado para siempre", declaró con un suspiro de convicción. Alicia sintió un dolor en el pecho. Sus ojos ardían mientras intentaba contener las ganas de llorar. Rápidamente presionó una mano sobre sus párpados, negándose a derramar lágrimas. Fue entonces cuando se quedó congelada. Miró fijamente su mano. El anillo de bodas, algo que había conservado con tanto fervor, había desaparecido. No lo había llevado durante todo un día y una noche, y ella ni siquiera se había dado cuenta. Su corazón se sintió más ligero y el peso de todo lo que había estado cargando empezó a desvanecerse. "Sí, realmente lo he olvidado", susurró más para sí misma. No pasó mucho tiempo para que Joshua se diera cuenta de la pérdida del anillo. Había regresado para recoger algo cuando sus ojos se posaron en su mano. "¿Dónde está tu anillo de bodas?", preguntó con el ceño fruncido. Capítulo 4 Su némesis Ahora todo lo que Alicia quería era dejar a Joshua, así que ignoró su pregunta y espetó: "¿Ya están listos los papeles del divorcio?". Otra vez esa palabra. El hombre se mostró irritado. "¿Por qué tanta prisa?", siseó con un tono cortante. "Mi padre está ultimando su testamento, y si se sabe que me divorciaré, mi reputación estará arruinada. Ahora alista tus cosas, esta tarde cenaremos en la mansión Yates". Debido al regreso de Caden, la familia le organizó una cena de bienvenida. Esperaban que eso animara a Jerald Yates, el padre de Joshua. Pero lo último que quería Alicie era mantener la farsa de un matrimonio feliz. "No iré", respondió secamente. "Solo tramita el divorcio y deja de hacerme perder el tiempo". Joshua se rio, pero era un sonido que no contenía calidez. "Oh, vamos, Alicia. No finjas más. Escondiste el anillo porque en realidad no quieres dejarme, ¿cierto? No soportas la idea de estar sin mí". Con una sonrisa, se inclinó y agregó: "Te has esforzando mucho durante estos últimos dos años. Incluso si nos divorciamos, te seguiré cuidando, siempre y cuando me mantengas feliz". Alicia abrió mucho los ojos. Su incredulidad se convirtió en rabia. ¿Esconder el anillo? ¿No soportar estar sin él? Sus arrogantes palabras eran demasiado chirriantes. "Oh, señor Yates, ¿cómo podría hacerle feliz?", respondió con una mueca despectiva. "No te preocupes, te devolveré el anillo. No querrás que esta humilde mujer te moleste, ¿verdad? Una vez que lo tengas, finalizaremos el divorcio". Pero él no se inmutó ante sus palabras. Pensaba conocerla demasiado bien, así que estaba convencido de que era otra estrategia para llamar su atención. Sin pensarlo mucho, le arrojó una bolsa. "Hoy tenemos invitados. Vístete apropiadamente, no quiero que me hagas quedar mal". Alicia miró la bolsa y recordó las innumerables veces que había ido a la mansión vestida con ropa modesta y sin pretensiones, ya que quería hacer todo lo posible para integrarse y complacerlos a él y a su familia. Pero ahora que su divorcio se acercaba, ya no le interesaba desempeñar el papel de esposa obediente. Tras ponerse el atuendo, se aplicó cuidadosamente el maquillaje, justo lo suficiente para resaltar la vitalidad de su impecable cutis. Esas mejoras sutiles acentuaron su piel suave y sus delicados rasgos, dándoles un cierto brillo. Cuando Joshua la vio bajar las escaleras, se quedó paralizado, con la mirada perdida. Alicia se veía más atractiva de lo habitual, tal vez por la forma en que el vestido acentuaba sus elegantes curvas. En la entrada de la mansión Yates, los dos asumieron sus roles de esposos perfectos, enmascarando su tensión con aparente facilidad. Alicia entrelazó su brazo con el de Joshua. Sus movimientos se sincronizaron mientras se acercaban al patio. Aunque Jerald estaba demasiado enfermo para recibir visitas, el amplio salón estaba lleno de gente. Los familiares llenaban el espacio mientras charlaban. El ruido zumbaba en todo el lugar. Sin embargo, por alguna razón, en cuanto Alicia cruzó el umbral, sintió un escalofrío agudo. Instintivamente alzó la mirada y se vio inmediatamente atraída por la figura que descansaba en el otro extremo. El hombre rezumaba elegancia e imponencia. Tenía las piernas cruzadas y la camisa oscura desabotonada lo suficiente para revelar una franja de su clavícula. Cuando los ojos de Alicia se encontraron con los de él, una mirada familiar y autoritaria que la dejó congelada, su mente se aceleró mientras las emociones la embargaban incontrolablemente. Joshua notó su cambio y frunció el ceño. "¿Qué te pasa?". Alicia sentía que su respiración se agitaba. Una palabra apenas audible escapó de sus labios. "¿Caden?". Con solo mencionar su nombre, sintió un escalofrío en la columna vertebral. Caden era la encarnación de sus pesadillas. Debido a la amistad de sus familias, sus caminos se cruzaron por primera vez cuando solo tenía diez años. Después de tomarse un año sabático, este se transfirió a su escuela y, a partir de ese momento, el mundo perfecto de Alicia empezó a desmoronarse. Ya no podía reclamar el primer puesto. No importaba lo mucho que se esforzaba ni cuán tarde se quedara estudiando, Caden siempre estaba un paso por delante. La superaba por un margen mínimo, un punto o tal vez dos, dejándola perpetuamente estancada en el segundo lugar. Cualquier otra persona podría haber aceptado la derrota y resignado a ser el subcampeón. Pero Alicia no era así. Había nacido en la otrora prestigiosa familia Bennett, y fue criada con el peso sofocante de honrar su apellido. La excelencia no era solo un objetivo, era la moneda con la que podía ganarse el afecto de sus padres. No podía fracasar, pero Caden tuvo la audacia de arrebatarle sin esfuerzo todo por lo que había trabajado. Era como si la hubiera tenido en el punto de mira desde el principio, y Alicia era tan testaruda que se negaba a dar marcha atrás. Su rivalidad duró más de una década. Era una implacable batalla librada tanto abiertamente como en las sombras. Su último enfrentamiento tuvo lugar en la universidad, justo antes de su graduación, en la competencia nacional. Alicia puso todo su empeño, concentrándose al máximo, porque no aspiraba a nada menos que la perfección. Y así logró una puntuación perfecta. Pero Caden sobornó a los jueces y cambió los resultados a su favor. Una vez más, Alicia se vio obligada a aceptar el segundo lugar. El dolor de la injusticia era profundo, pero el golpe más duro vino de su padre, Phil Bennett. Al otro lado de la línea, su voz destilaba decepción debido a su clasificación. Alicia estaba acostumbrada a sus diatribas, así que no dijo nada. Solo esperó a que su enojo disminuyera para decir en voz baja: "Me graduaré pronto. ¿Van a volver?". Su madre Donna siempre había sido su más tierno consuelo. Ese día, la consoló y le prometió que estarían ahí para su graduación. Pero la vida tuvo otros planes. Phil y Donna estaban regresando desde Itrubisite para asistir a la graduación cuando fallecieron en un trágico accidente aéreo. De la noche a la mañana, el mundo de Alicia se derrumbó y se quedó sola en ese mundo tan cruel. Desde ese día, no volvió a desafiar a Caden. Luego, él se fue de Warrington para construir su carrera en el extranjero. "Ha vuelto por la herencia", murmuró Joshua con una voz apenas audible. Alicia lo miró de reojo mientras él agregaba: "Con un imperio familiar tan grande como el nuestro, un hijo mayor no se rendiría tan fácilmente". Ella frunció ligeramente el ceño. Era cierto que el imperio Yates era enorme, un legado por el que muchos matarían. Pero Caden había acumulado su propia fortuna, tanta que superaba incluso la vasta riqueza de esa familia. ¿De verdad le importaba la herencia? Pero así era él. Llevaba las ganas de competir en su s*ngre. Incluso si no le importaba la fortuna, lucharía con uñas y dientes solo para ganar, solo para jugar con los demás. Ese hombre se divertía creando el caos. Alicia había sido su rival desde que tenía memoria, e incluso ahora la idea de solo mirarlo le parecía un desperdicio de energía. Por lo tanto, se dio la vuelta para alejarse. Pero Joshua le agarró la muñeca con firmeza y tensión. "Ya sé que ustedes dos no se llevan bien, pero sigue siendo mi hermano mayor. Tenemos que mantener las apariencias". El cuerpo de Alicia se puso rígido e intentó liberar su mano, ya que su piel se erizó bajo su agarre. Joshua frunció más el ceño. "Alicia, compórtate", susurró. Pero ella solo se sintió más irritada. "No me voy a ir, pero suéltame. No quiero que me toques con tus manos sucias". El rostro de Joshua se volvió sombrío, y en lugar de soltarla, entrelazó sus dedos con fuerza. Alicia se mordió la lengua e hirvió de rabia en silencio. A medida que se acercaban, Caden alzó lentamente la mirada y entrecerró los ojos mientras los evaluaba de una manera casi aburrida. "Caden", saludó Joshua, mirándolo con forzada cordialidad. Este observó sus manos entrelazadas y una sonrisa burlona se dibujó en sus labios. "¿Tu novia?", preguntó con indiferencia, como si no la reconociera. Capítulo 5 Nos volvemos a encontrar muy pronto Los nervios Alicia se tensaron. Esa voz... Sus pensamientos confusos se convirtieron en un caos, pero entonces la tranquila declaración de Joshua la trajo a la realidad. "Alicia y yo llevamos dos años de casados. Como se preocupa por mí, mantuvimos un perfil bajo. Solo fuimos directo al Registro Civil, ni siquiera tuvimos ceremonia. Tú estabas ocupado en el extranjero y no quisimos molestarte". Caden arqueó una ceja. "Oh, entonces es mi cuñada", se burló. La forma en que escupió esa palabra parecía más una bofetada que un honor, dejando muy en claro su desprecio por ella. Alicia sentía su mofa en cada sílaba. Y todo era gracias a su supuesto esposo, Joshua. Su mano tembló cuando agarró un pañuelo y se limpió vigorosamente la mano, como si quisiera quitarse un rastro de suciedad. "Parece que Alicia es un poco escrupulosa", observó Caden. El rostro de Joshua se oscureció y la tensión aumentó entre ellos. No esperaba que ella lo humillara así. "Parece que la he consentido demasiado", murmuró irritado. Los ojos de Caden mostraron un destello peligroso. "Si es grave, debería recibir tratamiento. Podría poner en peligro su papel como madre. Ya sabes lo mucho que nuestro padre desea un nieto". Una emoción apareció en los ojos de Joshua. A pesar de que su esposa estaba a su lado, mintió descaradamente. "Gracias por tu preocupación, Caden, pero ya tengo buenas noticias para papá. Es solo que aún no he tenido tiempo para decírselo". Caden amplió su sonrisa y se volvió hacia Alicia, quien estaba harta de esa farsa y se disculpó para alejarse. El balanceo de sus caderas llamó la atención de Caden. "¿Cuánto tiempo lleva de embarazo?", preguntó. "No lo parece". "Solo un mes", respondió Joshua. Su respuesta era tanto una amenaza como un anuncio. Ahora que las apuestas de la herencia acababan de aumentar, y con Jerald siempre entusiasmado en continuar la línea familiar, tomaría en consideración a un posible nieto. La sonrisa de Caden se volvió forzada. Con cierta petulancia, Joshua asestó el golpe final. "Será mejor que te pongas al día, Caden. No siempre puedo estar un paso delante de ti". Imperturbable, él agitó la mano perezosamente. "No hay prisa", dijo. Alicia salió a la terraza y la fresca brisa nocturna acarició su piel. Sus nervios se calmaron mientras respiraba ávidamente. Luego, sacó su celular y volvió a marcar el número del gerente del cine privado. "¿Han encontrado el anillo?", preguntó ansiosamente. El gerente vaciló. "Señora Bennett, hemos buscado en todas partes y hemos interrogado a todo el personal, pero no encontramos ningún anillo", respondió con angustia. "Entonces...". Alicia apretó el puño mientras su mente se aceleraba. "¿Tiene el número del huésped que reservó la habitación ese día?". "Lo siento, pero debido a nuestra política de privacidad, no podemos revelar ninguna información de nuestros clientes". Alicia sintió su corazón hundirse. "Entiendo", respondió con un suspiro de resignación. "Por favor, avíseme en cuanto sepa algo, ¿sí?". En un mundo perfecto, podría haber comprado un anillo idéntico para hacerlo pasar por el original. Pero Joshua había mandado hacer ese anillo a medida, y no era tan fácil replicarlo. Después de cenar, comenzó a llover. Los familiares empezaron a irse. Joshua estaba a su lado mientras se dirigían al auto, observando su muñeca desnuda. "Si te gustó la pulsera de la subasta, puedo comprarte algo parecido". Alicia tuvo que resistirse a poner los ojos en blanco. No creía ni por un segundo que él hubiera cambiado de opinión sobre ella. "Quieres comprar mi silencio, ¿no?". Sus duras palabras quebraron la tierna fachada de Joshua. "No es necesario. No me interesa enredarme en tus asuntos". Joshua no había dicho eso con mala intención, pero el tono burlón de su esposa tocó una fibra sensible. Con la mandíbula tensa, una sonrisa amarga se dibujó en sus labios. "Muy bien, no te regalaré nada. De todos modos, el dinero que gasto en ti es un desperdicio". Alicia se mordió el labio: "Joshua, ya te lo dije. Estoy dispuesta a finalizar este matrimonio con las manos vacías. Mañana en la mañana firmemos los papeles del divorcio y terminemos con esto de una vez por todas". Joshie esbozó una sonrisa oscura y peligrosa. "¿Y el anillo?". "Lo perdí". Él entrecerró los ojos. "No me importa nada más, solo quiero el anillo". Alice apenas podía contener su frustración. Tenía la respiración entrecortada cuando él le dio el golpe final. "Si no puedes encontrarlo, asumiré que lo conservas porque todavía me quieres". De repente, sonó el celular de Joshua. Era una llamada de Lilliana. "Joshua", murmuró esta lastimosamente. "Los truenos suenan muy fuertes. Me da miedo dormir sola... ¿Puedes venir?". No estaban yendo por la ruta que daba a la casa Lilliana, pero como Joshua estaba furioso con Alicia, la dejó bajo la lluvia sin pensarlo dos veces y se fue a toda velocidad. Ni siquiera le dio un paraguas. Alicia se quedó congelada al costado de la carretera, mientras el aguacero empapaba su ropa. La fría lluvia se filtró por las prendas y caló hasta los huesos. Apretando los dientes que castañeaban, se tragó su amargura y empezó a caminar con dificultad por el empapado pavimento. Detrás de ella, escuchó el suave zumbido de un motor que se acercaba. Un Maybach elegante se detuvo a su lado, con sus faros atravesando la lluvia. "Señor Ward", dijo el conductor mirando hacia atrás. "Me parece que es la señorita Bennett". El vehículo redujo la velocidad hasta casi detenerse. Caden miró por la ventana y sus penetrantes ojos se entrecerraron cuando vio la solitaria figura de Alicia. Acababa de detenerse. Sus dedos apretaron la tela de su vestido empapado y lo ató para facilitar sus pasos. Sus delgadas piernas resplandecían bajo la lluvia. A pesar de que se veían delicadas, tenían una fuerza notable. No pudo evitar recordar tan solo noches atrás. Sus labios se curvaron en una leve sonrisa cómplice ante ese recuerdo. "Dile que suba", ordenó arrastrando las palabras. El auto se detuvo junto a Alicia. El conductor salió con un gran paraguas sobre su cabeza. "Señorita Bennett, es difícil encontrar un taxi a estas horas", dijo educadamente. "¿Puedo llevarla a casa?". Alicia alzó la mirada y vio que era el chofer de la familia Yates. Dudó por un momento antes de asentir. "Gracias, y disculpe por los inconvenientes ocasionados", murmuró con firmeza. Sin embargo, en cuanto se acomodó en el asiento trasero del auto, se encontró con otro pasajero. "Volvemos a encontrarnos tan pronto, cuñada", comentó Caden. Su voz era tan suave como el terciopelo, con un ápice de picardía. ...... ¿Qué sucederá en adelante? Los capítulos disponibles son limitados aquí, haga click el botón abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo más contenidos maravillosos. 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2,614,932	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-08 20:15	active	1977	Read next chapter	Emerging from the confines of marriage, she blossomed from a mundane housewife to a renowned painter with a legion of admirers. When her ex-husband sought reconciliation at her doorstep, he witnessed her in the arms of a prominent man. "Meet your new sister-in-law!" ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the dug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a dug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. Pgnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bld test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j*k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a sap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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