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No 2024-12-25 18:30 active 2088 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 February in Sureton City was wet. It had been drizzling throughout the day, leaving the roads damp. The cold wind brought with it the rain, making Freya Somner shiver. She held an umbrella and curled up while crouching before the entrance to the city hall. It was already 5:00 pm. Would that person come? She was worried as she thought about her grandfather, Neil Somner, who lay sick in bed. Had he finished his IV drip? Would he need to use the restroom? Had Thomas Talbot already gone home? She looked up and scanned the empty streets. The city hall would close for the day at 5:30 pm. She would just grit her teeth and wait for another half an hour, then. If that person didn't show up, she could blame him and tell Neil and Thomas that he'd stood her up. It wasn't because she didn't want to marry him or anything. Neil was sick. As a traditional medicine practitioner, he knew his time was running out. Freya was his only concern—she would be alone in the world once he passed. He'd contacted Thomas, whom he'd saved many years ago. Thomas had promised Neil that he would do everything in his power to help if Neil ever needed it. All Neil had to do was make the call. Years had passed since then, but the call had miraculously gone through. Thomas had shown up the very next day. Neil had explained the situation to him and asked Thomas to help care for Freya in the future. Thomas had generously said, "It's only natural for me to care for her. How about this—I have many grandsons, so I'll have one of them marry Fae as a way of repaying you. That way, she won't be alone." Neil had agreed, leaving Freya with no room to object. She didn't want to marry—she could take care of herself and was fine alone. She was currently staying at the dormitory her university had prepared for graduate students. She even had 2,300 a month as financial aid. Eating at the hospital's and university's cafeterias was cheap—she only needed to spend 15 a day on food. However, Neil had insisted. He felt that it was hard to predict the future, and he would only be able to rest in peace once he saw that marriage certificate. That way, he'd be able to face Freya's parents in the afterlife with no regrets. Freya's parents had died after falling off a cliff. They'd been searching for a herbal catalyst to save Thomas back in the day. It had rained that day, just as it had on this day. Freya had seen her parents' corpses entwined with one another, their hands still clutching the herbal catalyst. After her parents passed away, she and Neil depended on each other for survival. It was on that day that she'd suddenly grown up. She'd studied hard and skipped grades, sitting for her SATs at 17 years old. Then, she'd gotten into Sureton University's medical faculty, joining the seven-year integrated bachelor's and master's program. She only had two years to go before she could graduate and officially start working. Things were starting to look good. Then, Neil had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. It was taking his life away. The screeching of brakes pulled Freya out of her reverie. She looked up at the offroad vehicle before her. It was painted a military green and covered in mud, and the tires were soiled. It was clear the car had ventured through the mountains. The door opened, blocking the man's face from her view. Still, she'd gotten a glimpse of his chiseled features. His bushy brows, tall nose, and deep-set eyes formed a handsome, honest face. With the door open, all Freya could see was the army pants enveloping his long legs and the leather boots he wore. It was a cold day, yet he only wore an olive green T-shirt. He stepped away from the car. Before Freya could take a closer look at his face, he approached her, stopping before her so his boots were level with her eyes. "Are you Freya Somner?" he asked, his voice deep and somewhat daunting. "Yeah." "Let's get married, then." He turned and headed into the city hall. Chapter 2 Freya wanted to stand up, but she'd been crouching for so long that her legs had gone numb. "What's wrong?" the man asked. "My legs have gone numb." She was lifted off her feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. An unfamiliar scent enveloped her, and she felt her face burn. The man placed her on the seat before the counter. "Get your identification." She kept her head lowered as she obediently placed the things on the counter. "Daniel Talbot," the staff said. "That's me," the man said. "Freya Somner." "Here," Freya said. She looked up at the staff. The staff looked at the identification she held, then at Freya. The latter's eyes were spirited but also carried a hint of naivety. Freya was only 22, but Daniel was already 28. He'd even carried her in. That made the staff suspect whether Freya had been forced into this. She asked, "Are you here to get married at your own will?" "Yes, I am," Freya said. "Alright, then. Fill up these forms, please." At 5:30 pm, Freya and Daniel walked out of the city hall. Freya looked down at her marriage certificate. She'd gone from being single to married once the staff stamped the certificate. She'd married a man she'd met for the first time without even dating him. The whole thing had only taken a matter of minutes. Daniel stopped and looked at her. "Where are you headed now?" She had kept her head down and hadn't been paying attention to the distance between them. She walked right into his chest. Pain spread through her, starting from her nose. Tears welled in Freya's eyes. How could his chest be as hard as a wall? She clamped a hand over her nose and looked at him tearily. "I'm going back to the hospital." He was so tall that her eyes were only level with his chest. It was incredibly muscular and looked just like the diagrams she'd seen in her medical texts. "Get in the car," he said. Freya struggled to open the door. She tugged it with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Daniel saw her from the driver's seat. He waved at her, gesturing for her to back up. Then, he opened the door from inside. "Which hospital are you going to?" he asked. "The county tumor hospital, the one at Percat Street. Thanks." Freya obediently settled in her seat. "Your seatbelt," he said. She put it on, and he started the car. She noticed that his hands and arms were tanned, with protruding veins. He oozed strength and power. Suddenly, Freya's stomach rumbled. The sound was magnified in the silent car. She instinctively held her stomach, her face turning beet red. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep embarrassing herself? Was there something about her that made her incompatible with Daniel? Her stomach continued to rumble for a while. Finally, the car stopped. Freya thought they'd arrived at the hospital and moved to open the door. Then, she looked out and said, "We're not at the hospital." Daniel had already gotten out of the car, though. He headed to a fruit store without looking back at her. Soon, he returned with a bag full of fruits. "I don't know what your grandfather likes, so I bought a little of everything." "He can't eat anything. Doctor's orders." Daniel looked at her, perhaps because she sounded too calm. Only then did Freya notice how deep-set his eyes were. There was a hint of dominance in them. "You have them, then." He placed the bag on her lap. "Have some to tide the hunger. I'm in a rush." Freya wondered whether he was showing his concern for her. A wave of warmth surged in her as she peeled a banana. It was sweet. … The nurse had just removed Neil's IV drip when Freya and Daniel arrived at the ward. Thomas took the marriage certificates from Daniel and Freya and held them before Neil. He said happily, "Look at this, Neil. They're official marriage certificates with the stamps and all. They're genuine!" Neil smiled and nodded weakly. "That's great. I won't have anything to worry about anymore." "Come closer so Neil can see you, Dan," Thomas said. Daniel stepped forward. "Hi, Grandpa." Neil's smile widened. "Hi…" He held Daniel's hand and said, "I'll leave Freya in your hands from now on. She's a softie but is stubborn on the inside. I hope you'll be more tolerant of her and take the time to explain your thoughts to her if you two ever get into an argument." Tears streamed down Freya's face when she heard this. Daniel said, "I will, Grandpa." "Don't worry, Neil. We won't mistreat Freya. Daniel has property and a car—I'll have him show Freya around his place right now. She can move in when she's free," Thomas said. Freya forgot about crying and stared at Thomas in shock when she heard that. Didn't she and Daniel only have to get married? Why did they even have to live together? "Go on, then. It's still light out, so you can see what the place is like," Neil said. Daniel and Freya headed to his place under Thomas' urging. Chapter 3 Daniel's apartment was in Sureton City's central commercial area. It was an expensive area with good infrastructure—the medical and education systems were well-established. The residential area was right next to Sureton City's largest park. Freya looked at the minimalist, almost stark apartment. The marble coffee table was covered in a layer of dust. "This is your home?" "Yeah." Daniel also saw the dust. "I don't usually stay here." That didn't make sense at all. Why would anyone not live in their own home? Freya couldn't understand it. "There's a card here that you can use to pay for the utilities." He opened a drawer in the TV cabinet to show her. "If anything needs fixing, you can speak to the management office. "I'll have someone clean up the place later. There are two rooms, so you can pick whichever one you want. Feel free to use the study as well…" Freya observed the place. It was well renovated but showed no signs of being lived in. There weren't even any plates or utensils around. "What am I to you?" she suddenly asked. "My wife." "But I feel like your mistress," she said boldly. She didn't know whether Daniel had a girlfriend or anything—perhaps he'd only married her due to Thomas' pressure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made her wait a whole afternoon for him, only arriving right before the city hall closed for the day. "What are you getting at?" Daniel asked. "I'm fine with getting a divorce if you already have a partner—our grandfathers have seen the marriage certificates, anyway. I don't want to inadvertently end up as a homewrecker." She respected the elderly but wouldn't do anything immoral just to comply with Neil's and Thomas' wishes. Daniel understood now. "I'm single. I usually stay at the military camp in the mountains." Freya recalled his offroad vehicle and the mud on it. That, coupled with his outfit, made her realize just who he was. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." "It's fine. I'll take you back to the hospital now—you can move in here whenever it's convenient for you." "What about you?" she blurted. Then, she disdained herself for asking. What did his matters have to do with her? "I need to head back after this. There's an urgent mission I need to handle." That was the last thing Daniel said to her. … Shortly after Daniel left, Neil's condition took a turn for the worse, and a new semester started. Freya bustled back and forth between the university and the hospital daily. On days when Neil felt better, he could even hold Freya's hand and reminisce with her. Neither of them mentioned that rainy night, though. He kept telling her that life was long and that she had to live well independently. However, he also told her she couldn't expect to do everything herself. She had to give in occasionally. Daniel looked like a good man, and they had to communicate with each other. They had to understand each other… Neil said many things. Freya wanted to object to everything and tell him that none of that mattered. She wanted him to know that she only wanted to spend her life with him in a small town called Floriver Town. She wanted to read medical texts and pick herbs with him. However, as a doctor, she was rational enough to know there was no chance of them ever returning to that life. The reports and data she saw every day were enough to tell her that Neil's condition was deteriorating. She cried almost daily throughout that month but hid it well. Neil never noticed. One day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. Freya drew the curtains, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room. Neil was in good spirits. "The weather is so nice today, Fae. Maybe you should take me off my oxygen tube now." He sounded calm, but Freya faltered while clipping his nails. She acted like she hadn't heard him and moved on to the next finger. "I can't take it anymore, Fae. I'm on drug every day, but it still hurts so bad. I'm begging you, okay?" His plea made Freya's nose prickle. Tears rolled down her face and landed on the floor, fading within seconds. Neil was a proud and strong man who'd never begged anyone in his life. Now… It looked like she really had to let him go. She slowly shut her eyes, sounding choked up as she said, "Okay. I'll get a doctor after I'm done clipping your nails." "The weather is so nice today that I feel so much more relaxed," Neil said. He lifted a hand with difficulty to caress her head one last time. It reminded her of how he'd praised her whenever she could memorize the things she'd read in the medical texts. After Freya signed the necessary documents, the doctor removed Neil's oxygen tube. She stood by his bedside and held his hand until his body became devoid of warmth. Thomas helped her with Neil's funeral, after which he urged her to move into Daniel's apartment. Chapter 4 Two years passed in the blink of an eye. "There's no time to eat, Dr. Somner. We're being dispatched for a house call." Freya was in a hospital's emergency room. When she heard the nurse, Jade Winton, call her, she put a folder over her unfinished instant mac and cheese and left the doctor's lounge. "Where's Dr. Wood?" she asked while wearing a mask. She hurried to catch up with Jade. "He's accompanying Lena for a prenatal check. I've called him, and he's on his way." Jade grabbed a first-aid kit and an extra bag of gauze and bandages. She handed them to Freya. "What's the situation? Why do we need so many bandages and gauze?" "A luxury jewelry store was robbed. The store's staff called the police, but the robbers discovered them and took ten staff hostage. We're being dispatched to provide medical assistance," Jade said. She told Freya everything she knew, then added, "Don't be rash later. Leave everything to Dr. Wood." "Got it. Thanks, Jade." Freya's mentor, Jason Wood, arrived at the same time as Freya and Jade. He was a tall, skinny man whose hairline was receding. He'd come from a prenatal check with his wife, Lena Johnson, and had already changed into his uniform. It made him look particularly spirited. "What's the situation?" he asked as he got into the car. "A jewelry store's been robbed. The robbers are armed," Jade said. Silence descended upon the car. They didn't know what they were facing but had to go at it regardless. Medicine knew no borders, and all lives were equal in worth. They had to save lives as long as they were at risk. When Freya and the others arrived, the police had already secured the scene. A crowd consisting of spectators and staff from various media outlets gathered behind the police line, surrounding the place and making it hard for anyone to get through. Police cars and vehicles belonging to a SWAT team were parked outside the jewelry store. There were also three buses with the windows tinted black. Freya followed Jason out of the car. A man who looked like an administrator hurried over to them, looking anxious. "The robbers need a doctor in there to save their comrade. Which one of you two will go in?" Freya looked at the jewelry store. It had three floors and was a corner lot with an expansive view. A mall was behind it, which meant it probably had more than one exit. "I'll go," Jason said, dragging Freya out of her reverie. She gave him a disagreeable look. "No way. I'll go, Dr. Wood. You have parents and children to care for, and Lena's conceived with your second child. You can't go in there." "You can't, either. You're inexperienced." Jason's attitude was firm. "The situation is complicated. I'm the only one who can head in there." Freya didn't argue with him. She turned to the administrator and volunteered. "I'll go, sir. I've passed the medical board exam and can practice independently. I don't have any dependents or relatives to care for." He looked at her. She was young and so nervous that she clenched her fists, but her expression was calm. She was bold, but her courage needed some training. "You can go, then. We don't know the situation inside, so we can only act when the Falcon Strike Unit arrives. All you need to do when you get in there is to save whoever is injured. Drag things out for as long as possible while ensuring your safety and wait for help." "Understood, sir." Freya wore her medical cap and gave herself a mental pep talk. "Freya…" Jason started. "I have to gain experience since I don't have it, Dr. Wood. You have to give me a chance," she said. That was what medicine was like. One had to be bold and careful while constantly defeating one's old self. That way, one would only become a better version of oneself. Jason knew what Freya was like. She'd met various people when treating patients. When some of them criticized or insulted her, she wouldn't take it lying down. Her retorts left much to be desired, though. For instance, if a patient said she was incapable and that a doctor online had told them this and that, she would say, "I'll leave, then. You can ask your online doctor to treat you." Once, someone had shouted at her, saying she was useless. She'd clapped back, calling that person the useless one. "Do you guys have a bulletproof vest or something? Give one to her." Jason knew nothing he said would change Freya's mind. The administrator gave one of his subordinates a look. A member of the SWAT team brought a bulletproof vest over. Freya took her doctor's coat off and put the bulletproof vest on over her T-shirt. Then, she put her uniform on. Chapter 5 Jade handed Freya the first-aid kit before hanging the stethoscope from her neck. "You're just going to ignore everything I told you before we came here, aren't you? You're bound to get into trouble if you continue like this." "No one is more suitable than me, Jade," Freya said calmly. "It's not like the military region's general hospital lacks doctors. If you turn them down, they'll arrange for someone else to come." "But it's too far away. They'll take at least 30 minutes to arrive. That doesn't conform to the principles of pre-hospitalization emergency care." Jade was one of the emergency room's most experienced nurses, so she knew Freya was right. It was the only thing they could do under the circumstances. The administrator held a loudspeaker and shouted toward the store, "The doctor is coming. Open the door." A hoarse voice rang out as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Put the first-aid kit on the ground and turn in a circle. Then, take everything out of the first-aid kit and lay them on the ground." Freya did as told. She'd just placed the final tool on the ground when the hoarse voice rang out again. "Put the things back in and come inside." Freya packed everything back. She was about to enter the store when she felt a cool breeze. Curious, she looked in the direction it had come. A helicopter was hovering in midair in one of the jewelry store's blind spots. A tall figure in camouflage slid down the rope and made a smooth landing. It happened in seconds. Freya stared at the man, finding his figure incredibly familiar. He wore a black mask, and his sharp eyes flitted past her. Then, he hid behind the wall. Another team member landed behind him. "Come in," the hoarse voice urged loudly. He sounded impatient. Freya knew she had to enter the store since these people had yet to infiltrate it. Once she understood that, she didn't hesitate to head inside. As soon as she pushed open the door, she smelled the metallic scent of blood. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the neck and roughly dragged her inside. Then, he flung her onto the floor and commanded, "Save him." She looked at the man on the floor. His mask, shaped like a pig's head, had been thrown aside. He looked ashen while struggling to breathe and had cyanosis of the nail bed. These were all signs of a lack of oxygen. Freya checked him and concluded that he was having an asthma attack. His throat had swelled up, leading to breathing difficulties. She searched his bag while muttering, "Where's the inhaler?" Asthma patients would bring their inhalers when they were out, but she didn't find one in his bag. "What are you looking for?" a man in a mask shaped like a dog's head asked. "His inhaler," she said. "He doesn't have one. Do a cricothyrotomy on him right now." Freya was taken aback. "How are you related to him? You know how to save him?" Suddenly, he pressed a gun to her forehead. "Shut up if you don't want to die. Just do as I say!" The iciness of the metal made Freya's heart clench. Her mind went blank for a second, and she couldn't think. "Hurry up!" He kicked her shoulder. The pain made her snap to her senses. She forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath before commencing anatomical positioning and sterilization. Then, she inserted a thick injection needle into the cricothyroid membrane. The process didn't take long, and the man gradually started looking better. Suddenly, a black thing landed not far from Freya. Before she realized what it was, a few more followed. The inside of the store was quickly filled with smoke, and people started yelling. The alarm went off. Freya wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hide, but a hand wrapped around her neck. A gun was pressed to her forehead, and someone snarled, "You're coming with me." Chapter 6 The man dragged Freya to a secluded corner to hide. The cold feeling against her temple made her compliant. Her palms grew sweaty as she stood there, and she could hear her heart racing. No matter how nervous or scared she was, she could only place her faith in the Falcon Strike Unit and tightly hold the needle in her hand. A few minutes later, red lights flashed at them. The man dragged Freya out of their hiding spot. Before she could even see what was happening, she heard a muffled groan behind her. Then, there was a thump, and the robber's hand fell before her. She was still lost when a team of three surrounded her. A familiar voice said, "Take her out, Rabbit." "Roger, Falcon." This voice belonged to a woman. Rabbit, or Loren Smith, turned to Freya. "Come with me." Freya turned to look at the familiar man while following Loren out. He glanced at her while walking up the stairs, and his sharp eyes matched the ones in her memory. She asked Loren, "Is the person you called Falcon Daniel Talbot?" Loren faltered. Then, she continued walking out while observing their surroundings. She didn't respond to Freya's question, but Freya knew she was right. After leaving the jewelry store, the situation outside left no room for Freya to be pensive. She threw herself into work—the jewelry store's staff had more or less been injured. Jason was rescuing the most critically injured ones, so she had to handle those who were only bruised or scraped. The injured staff came and went as she stopped the bleeding, cleaned wounds, and bandaged them. "Freya." She looked up in the middle of stopping a patient's bleeding to see black leather boots before her. Then, she raised her head to find Daniel standing before her. She looked away and continued with her work. "Yes?" "Help me clean this up." He'd taken his mask off, his tanned face unreadable. It had been two years since they'd last seen each other. Now that they were reunited, Freya still couldn't help feeling a little scared of him. Based on what she remembered, he was a little domineering, and he spoke and acted brusquely. "I'm almost done here." She picked up the pace and recorded the time. Then, she called out to Jade, who was somewhere behind her, "I'm done with the last one, Jade. They can be sent to the hospital now." She turned back to Daniel. "Have a seat." She sterilized her hands and scanned him. There didn't seem to be any wounds on him, so she asked, "Where's your injury?" "The side of my abdomen." He lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage around his waist. Freya crouched before him, finding that the bandage had already been stained with blood. She removed it and looked at the stitches on the neat wound—it was a knife wound. He asked, "How have you been for the past two years?" "Not too bad." "I was on a mission abroad when your grandfather passed. I've only just returned." Freya faltered. Daniel was explaining why he had missed Neil's funeral. Her voice remained calm as she said, "I understand." They didn't speak anymore after that. Freya didn't ask about the wound, merely cleaning it and bandaging it again. She stood up and took off her gloves, throwing them into the medical waste bin. "You'll have to be careful with your wound for some time. It'll take longer for you to recover if you keep reopening it." "Thanks," he said. "You're welcome." Their conversation was polite and distant. "This is yours, right?" Daniel suddenly held out a sandalwood bracelet with an emerald pendant in the middle. Freya's face was carved on it—it didn't look much like her, though. It was a bracelet her father had made for her. "Yes, it is. Thanks." She reached out for it. Her fingers brushed against his palm as she took the bracelet from him, making her heart skip a beat. She immediately retracted her hand. "I'm leaving." Daniel stood up. He straightened his shirt and returned to his unit. Freya watched as the helicopter started up. The blades spun, lifting the aircraft into the air. Then, it flew away. "Let's go, Dr. Somner. We're taking a police car back," Jade called. Freya snapped to her senses. The helicopter was no longer in sight. All that was left was a vortex cloud left from its tail. She tightened her grip on the bracelet and packed everything up. Then, she ran to Jade with the first-aid kit and medical waste bag in hand. … After the incident, Jason requested that she be placed under counseling and given a month off. Freya returned to work after only three days at home, though. "Go home and rest," he said. "I need to do something with my hands, Dr. Wood." Jason pressed a hand to his forehead and threw her a pair of gloves. "Go to the debridement room and change the dressing for the patients there. You're not allowed to go on house calls or dispatches in the future." "Why?" Freya didn't get it. 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No 2024-12-25 18:31 active 2088 0 ❤️😍 click to read on 👉 Riley Allen tried to save her marriage, but when she found her husband’s mistress was carrying a baby and she lost her own child at the same time, she quickly realized it was not worth fighting for. To get enough money to save her mother’s life, Riley signed an unfair divorce paper and gave up the career she carefully built. But why did Adrian King, the hottest Billionaire and her ex-husband’s past rival, propose to her who had nothing? - "I only need one favor from you," Adrian said, staring into Riley's eyes and declared, "After your divorce is finalized, marry me." "W-what?" Riley gulped. Adrian didn't respond. He pointed to his assistant and ordered, "Explain, Clint." "Miss Allen, the other day, in order to bring you to the hospital and ensure your health, Mr. King missed his engagement party with his fiancée, Leni Eros, an heir to the Eros Empire in Dowel City. And because of it, Miss Leni Eros canceled their marriage," Clint continued, "So, Mr. King needs a new wife." Riley's heart raced. 'What in the world did he think of? He abandoned a beautiful heiress to bring me to the hospital!' 'But did he have to stay with me until ten in the evening?' He didn't have to hug me and comfort me!' Riley’s brow unwittingly raised. "So, it was my fault that you lost your fiancée?" "I'm not blaming you," Adrian replied. "You said you'd do me a favor, and this is the favor I asked for." "I may not be the wealthiest in my family, but I am at least richer than Brian. I can provide for all your needs, take care of your mother's hospitalization. I can also help you build an even better jewelry company. Lastly, I will ensure you get justice for what Brian has done to you." Adrian raised his chin, narrowed his eyes, "I promise you, he will be punished." "And don't worry. This is a simple arrangement," Adrian assured Riley as he fixed his tie. "You don't need to know all the details, but what I'm saying is that marrying is advantageous to me in many ways." "Like a contract marriage?" Riley clarified. "Hmm," Adrian answered. "You could say that, but this will be a respectful one. "Adrian ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. "What do you think, Riley?" Riley blinked again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15430&u Happyday https://www.facebook.com/61558228850235/ 1,493 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15430&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465910637_3831521507176109_6733139206015814204_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7dpdUBaCezQQ7kNvgFdbUFz&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A54dIuhzV7Ii-Av8t10TXH0&oh=00_AYComvF3Q5YQXrGy7oRvdNkW09aNfP_m_o0snxudr09CVQ&oe=67726DB4 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Happyday 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-12-25 18:31 active 2088 0 ❤️😍 click to read on 👉 Riley Allen tried to save her marriage, but when she found her husband’s mistress was carrying a baby and she lost her own child at the same time, she quickly realized it was not worth fighting for. To get enough money to save her mother’s life, Riley signed an unfair divorce paper and gave up the career she carefully built. But why did Adrian King, the hottest Billionaire and her ex-husband’s past rival, propose to her who had nothing? - "I only need one favor from you," Adrian said, staring into Riley's eyes and declared, "After your divorce is finalized, marry me." "W-what?" Riley gulped. Adrian didn't respond. He pointed to his assistant and ordered, "Explain, Clint." "Miss Allen, the other day, in order to bring you to the hospital and ensure your health, Mr. King missed his engagement party with his fiancée, Leni Eros, an heir to the Eros Empire in Dowel City. And because of it, Miss Leni Eros canceled their marriage," Clint continued, "So, Mr. King needs a new wife." Riley's heart raced. 'What in the world did he think of? He abandoned a beautiful heiress to bring me to the hospital!' 'But did he have to stay with me until ten in the evening?' He didn't have to hug me and comfort me!' Riley’s brow unwittingly raised. "So, it was my fault that you lost your fiancée?" "I'm not blaming you," Adrian replied. "You said you'd do me a favor, and this is the favor I asked for." "I may not be the wealthiest in my family, but I am at least richer than Brian. I can provide for all your needs, take care of your mother's hospitalization. I can also help you build an even better jewelry company. Lastly, I will ensure you get justice for what Brian has done to you." Adrian raised his chin, narrowed his eyes, "I promise you, he will be punished." "And don't worry. This is a simple arrangement," Adrian assured Riley as he fixed his tie. "You don't need to know all the details, but what I'm saying is that marrying is advantageous to me in many ways." "Like a contract marriage?" Riley clarified. "Hmm," Adrian answered. "You could say that, but this will be a respectful one. "Adrian ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. "What do you think, Riley?" Riley blinked again. LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15430&u Happyday https://www.facebook.com/61558228850235/ 1,493 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15430&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465910637_3831521507176109_6733139206015814204_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7dpdUBaCezQQ7kNvgFdbUFz&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A54dIuhzV7Ii-Av8t10TXH0&oh=00_AYComvF3Q5YQXrGy7oRvdNkW09aNfP_m_o0snxudr09CVQ&oe=67726DB4 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Happyday 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-12-25 18:18 active 2086 0 Read next chapter For her, marrying her best friend and carrying his child was a dream come true. However, just at this joyful moment, the man's beloved returned... ===== "It's a good thing you're cautious. You could've lost your baby, Miss Monroe," the GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce--my best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn't wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? God! I couldn't contain my happiness. I cupped my flushed face as I fantasized, but the moment I felt the cold of the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially since our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we did intimate thing, he was considerate yet cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we weren't ready. This baby, in a way, was out of the plan. "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the boss?" my private driver, Luke, asked worriedly as he noticed my frown. Luke was reliable, like family, but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He was my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on a flight. I'll talk to him later myself." I wanted to sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes, recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling; he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only unrequited love; I knew that well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce was my first love, but I wasn't his. In high school, I was just a boring nerd in others' eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though envy arose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't just want to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those sad memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was the past. Pierce said they were over, and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time, and my marriage with Pierce had been as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He had been traveling for over a month for the sake of our family's business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company in Asia, and I was actually the Vice President. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him, and he would reward me with a sweet k*ss. Then we might do intimate thing... Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first before we could do anything else. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion when my heart dropped as a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our lives! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge, attempting to calm myself with some al**hol. But the moment I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to grab a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. A better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently, but Pierce refused to quit my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorstep asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't refuse when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me out to enjoy the real world. To avoid ruining our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend while watching his happy face as he pursued another girl. I finally mustered the courage to study abroad when I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me to return. I hurried back only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was shattered, thanks to Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart b*ed for him. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man for her, and how dared she harm him so badly! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except that he was done with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It hurt like hell, but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken, and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I ruined myself in the process. I fell asleep at home, feeling insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep in the living room. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Pierce..." "Hmm," he hummed as he walked toward the stairs. "Why did you sleep on the couch?" I stared at his face as he gently placed me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and k*ssed my forehead. He was always so gentle, and that was why I loved him so much. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you," I said as I caressed his cheek. "Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me; is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, I suddenly didn't want to ruin the moment, so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back down. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I would have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, signaling that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. Just as he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight k*ss, I panicked for some reason. I quickly grabbed him... I missed him. I wanted him. "Wait, Kels," he said, stopping me by pinning my hands to the bed. "I thought you said you were sleepy and needed to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and caught the d**ire flashing in his eyes, but I didn't know why it faded so quickly. He used to be happy when I took the initiative. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose. "I'll just take a shower." I nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again, so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again, and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. "Hey!" I greeted, smiling when I realized what he'd done. He had prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning." I grinned as I sat up. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up, tilting my head as I stared at his handsome face. His deep brown eyes and thick, black eyebrows complemented his striking features. "What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy." He didn't laugh. Instead, he heaved a sigh, gently tucking my hair behind my ear before taking my hand and staring into my eyes. "I have something to tell you." My heart raced. I thought about our baby. He had something to say, and I did too. "W-What is it?" I asked, feeling my voice tremble. He took a deep breath. "You know you're important to me, right?" I slowly nodded, my lips parted. I couldn't speak; I was scared of what he was about to say. I had a bad feeling about this. "You were my best friend before we got married. You're one of the few people I treasure..." I hid my clenched fists under the sheets. I didn't understand why he was telling me this, but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. "Kelly..." He paused, squeezing his eyes shut before looking into mine again. "I-I think it's time for us to divorce." "P-Pierce..." My heart clenched. He smiled sadly. "I know you don't have feelings for me either. You only married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it's time for our real happiness, Kelly." I shook my head. "W-What are you talking about, Pierce?" "Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back." Chapter 2 Kelly's POV--It Never Rains but It Pours I got off the bed and tried to leave, but Pierce grabbed my hand. I quickly wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me, searching my face as I struggled to look down and avoid his gaze. My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. I thought... I thought I could make him fall in love with me during those three years together. I believed his feelings would deepen, that he would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was foolish to hope and dream so high. I had failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love, Lexi. "Kelly..." I sucked in a breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I forced a smile. "I need to wash up before eating." He stared into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I knew he understood me too well, so I made a concerted effort to hide my pain and smiled back at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. "Okay. I'll wait for you here. Let's eat and go to work together." Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along as if he hadn't just asked for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the same right after telling me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh, Pierce, what's going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to remain in the role of his best friend, wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There was no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially now that I was carrying his baby. The baby... I had thought it was good news for us, but now... it felt more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from pursuing his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child could grow up. My parents divorced even before my mother died, and my father's new family hated me. It hurt like hell. I didn't want my baby to experience that same pain. I needed to keep my child away from it. I forced another smile. "We can't. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models..." "I'll go with you--" "No." I pushed his hand away. His eyes followed my hand before he looked up at me again. "You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?" "But..." "I have a personal driver, Pierce. I'll be fine going alone." He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders trembled violently, and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I needed to be strong. I had to stay calm. I shouldn't put my baby's life at risk just because I got my heart broken. I had to handle this wisely. I took a deep breath and finished my shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. "Hey! I picked your dress for today." Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce had said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well, and I used to enjoy these sweet moments, but now, they felt like d**gers to my heart. I grabbed the dress and went into the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I turned to face him, his forehead was creased. "I prefer red today. I'd feel beautiful in this dress." His eyes landed on the dress I was holding, and his face immediately relaxed. He nodded and walked toward me. "I see. Help me fix this first." I placed my dress on his arm and started adjusting his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision started to blur again. D**n! "Kelly..." I jumped in shock. "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah." "I have something else to say." I finished fixing his tie, then immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before walking past him and said, "Let's just talk some other time. I'm going to be late." I heard him sigh as he followed me again. He's silent the whole time as if he's thinking about something. "You should eat before you leave." I turned to him and nodded. "I will. You should go now." "Kelly, we're on the same page, right?" I stared at him. No, Pierce. We're never on the same page. All of this was just my stupid fantasy. I thought you had feelings for me, and I was so wrong. "If it's about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I'm really busy with the company. I won't run away." "Kelly, I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm doing this for you too. You've been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you're not happy because deep down, you want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will truly love you. Not me. Not someone who's half-hearted." "I understand what you're trying to say, Pierce," I said, trying to turn away, but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything he could to capture my gaze, and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. "You are my best friend. I don't want to lose you, Kels. You're one of the few people I..." "I know," I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I took a breath to calm myself. "I-I know. You don't have to worry. I'm just stressed about work. It's not about our divorce." His lips parted, and he slowly nodded, as if he could finally breathe properly. He walked toward me, and I froze when he gently k*ssed my forehead... "Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years, but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't I just tell him that I loved him? He's my husband, and I'm carrying his baby! If I told him, he might change his mind! I swallowed hard, ready to speak, but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. "I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology, and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke, and he's waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?" With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to hold back burst forth again. Why did I think I could have a chance? He had made his choice the moment he asked for a divorce, hadn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Kelly's POV--Stiff Upper Lip I entered the studio wearing two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone turned to look as I walked down the hallway, greeting me with smiles, but my face remained stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning lingered in my mind, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I had failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to steady myself. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. "We can't! She's not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She'll be furious." "We can just tell her the truth. She's nice." "Not in this situation, Lily! She'll scold us--" "What's happening here?" I asked, stepping further into the room. The staff turned to me with worried expressions, and I knew then that something was wrong. "G-Good morning, Miss Monroe." Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurt. I stared at her blankly, "What? "W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model, has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we're changing the model, so...she doesn't want to come here. She's even threatening to file a case against us." She bowed her head, and I gritted my teeth, scanning the room. "Where's the marketing manager?" "S-She's still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe." I massaged my forehead, squeezing my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger, causing everyone around me to jump in shock. I g**aned, sucking in a breath before looking around. "Miss Monroe..." "What is this, Miss Hayley? You're the marketing manager. What's happening?" "Miss Monroe, I don't know how it happened, but Miss Chen heard that you're changing our model. She's about to file a case against us--" Changing the model? How had I not known about this? Miss Chen had always been a trusted partner, and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only create chaos for the company. I would never allow such a costly mistake. "I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her off to save the time, "Fix this mess, or I'll have to fire you!" "Miss Monroe... It's Mr. President who ordered the change." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He instructed us as soon as he returned from his business trip yesterday." The truth hit me hard. Pierce's order? Why hadn't he told me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." Confusion clouded my mind. Pierce was not a clueless businessman; he maintained a clear distinction between work and personal matters, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. "M-Mr. President..." Hayley bowed in respect as the man suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I snapped as I turned to face him. He knew how much effort I had put into securing this project. I hadn't slept well for days, and Miss Chen was the perfect fit for us. He had agreed too. But now... he just changed the model as he liked without informing me in advance. It felt like a hard s**p in the face. "Go ahead with the work. I'll explain it to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger simmering in my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why did you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't contain my fury. He touched my shoulder and whispered, "This isn't the place to talk. Let me explain in the car." I glanced around, noticing others sneaking glances at us. I shook off his hand and walked toward the parking lot, my heart growing heavier with each step. I had a sinking feeling I wouldn't like his explanation. "Now, say it," I blurted once we were seated in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again.; I couldn't bear his gaze. I couldn't withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to. He had no feelings for me and it hurt so much. "I-I..." he paused, sighing. "I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She's also a good fit, so I agreed--" "What?" I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away, ruffling his hair in frustration before shaking his head and holding my hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor, and I couldn't say no." I pulled my hand away, looking at him with a mix of pain and anger. "You can't say no to her, so you'd rather harm the company--our company. You've betrayed me, Pierce." "Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She's my first love." Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she was your first love. She's always the one you want, no matter the cost. As long as she frowns a bit, you turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You're so heartless, Pierce. "Well, you've made your decision. I don't have a say in this since you're the President. Just go. I'll be in the office." I said coldly, opening the car door to leave. "Kelly..." I looked him in the eyes. "Go home early. Let's talk about our divorce at home tonight." Chapter 4 Kelly's POV--Left High and Dry I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early, but he didn't come home at all. He wasn't even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back; this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby thing was out of his plan. I wiped away the tears collecting at the corners of my eyes and picked up the report. It was 5 a.m. already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but it was still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy staying with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, he didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear, and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. Suddenly, a wave of nausea flooded my stomach, and I realized I hadn't eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I ran to the sink and puked. I spat yellowish liquid, and while I was washing my mouth, I felt a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried expression was my husband, Pierce. I had always been thankful to have him as my best friend and husband, but now... I'm losing him. Hopelessly losing him. "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should've told me." I stared at him through the mirror. "You didn't answer my calls." Guilt flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night." I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. "Kels..." "I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast." I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend, yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition..." "Kels, are we still okay?" I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He's asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own, just because his first love is back. I couldn't believe him. I faked a smile. "I just don't feel well today, Pierce." He immediately squatted beside me, which was not surprising because I knew he truly cared. What surprised me was why he was still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. "Are you okay?" He gently touched my forehead and neck. "Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels." "My feelings don't matter," I couldn't help but blurt out. He looked shocked by what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face was mirroring his anger now. He was completely lost his patience. "What's wrong with you, Kels? You've been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn't come home last night?" I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier, but you just let me wait the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?" He clenched his jaws and shook his head. "Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." "Kels!" He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. "Are you... in love with me?" I was taken aback. In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn't fall for someone who had been protecting you ever since? But of course, I couldn't tell him. It would only complicate things more. I didn't even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. "Are you on d**gs? I'm not in love with you." I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can't let my emotions affect me, but... why are my tears falling again? "You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can't even tell him how you truly feel," I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour to bathe. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He's been constantly abandoning me. I can't believe we've reached this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** "Good morning, Miss Monroe..." "Good morning, Vice President..." I did not greet anyone back, just like how I used to greet them. I still felt pissed, and my mood seemed off. Irritation could easily take over me, and I couldn't control it. Probably because of Pierce's divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. "Did you see her? I bet she's Mr. Anderson's girlfriend. They seemed close." My forehead creased. Pierce's girlfriend? "Ah! It's a waste that I didn't see her face, but I feel like it's Miss Lexi." "Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?" "Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together." "Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together." "Are you serious? They're best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It's Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe." I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat in my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce's social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together, eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. See, Kelly? That's what happens when you step into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continued on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy... ...... ==== Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly's first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart, Lexi Gilbert. Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. What happens next? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate? 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No 2024-12-25 18:31 active 2088 0 계속 읽기👉 남편의 배신을 받게 되었다. 모든 사람들이 그녀의 불행을 비웃었지만 누가 알았으랴. 고졸도 하지 못한 그녀의 정체는 최고의 해커이자 일류 레이서에 세계적으로 유명한 의학교수였으며 유명한 보석 디자이너인 것이다. ===== "얼른 이혼 서류에 서명하고 고씨 가문에서 나가! 시우는 회사 일 때문에 바빠. 너한테 낭비할 시간이 없는 애라고!" 고영서가 짜증을 냈다. 예단의 발치에 서류 하나가 툭 떨어졌다. 서류 아래쪽의 서명이 한눈에 들어왔다. 고시우. "시우 씨는 어디 있죠? 왜 시우 씨가 직접 와서 말하지는 않는 거예요?" 예단이 물었다. 고영서는 마치 예단이 터무니없는 질문을 한다는 듯이 코웃음을 쳤다. "내 동생이 너 같은 애한테 신경 쓸 시간이 있는 줄 알아?" 고영서는 예단을 머리부터 발끝까지 훑어봤다. 예단의 아름다운 외모는 부정할 수 없었다. 고영서조차도 예단을 처음에 보고 감탄할 정도였으니 말이다. 하지만 예단의 아름다운 외모는 언제나 가려져 있었다. 그녀의 숱 많은 앞머리와 큰 검은 뿔테 안경에 그녀의 조그마한 얼굴이 거의 가려졌고, 늘 헐렁한 운동복을 입고 있어서 균형 잡힌 몸매를 완전히 감춰 버렸다. 고영서는 예단을 집안일 밖에 할 줄 모르는 주부일 뿐이라고 생각했다. 예단은 입술을 깨물더니 갑자기 웃음을 터드렸다. "일 하느라 바쁜 거예요? 아니면 하지우 씨와 시간 보내느라 바쁜 거예요?" 예단이 씁쓸하게 말했다. 고시우가 10년 동안 사랑한 여자 하지우! 3년간의 위태로운 결혼 생활 동안 먹구름마냥 그림자를 드리우고 있었다. 그 당시, 하지우가 결혼을 앞두고 사라져버린 탓에, 고씨 가문은 A시의 웃음거리가 될 뻔했다. 예단은 고시우의 할아버지 고필두와 했던 약속을 지키고, 어린 시절 고시우에게 진 빚을 갚기 위해 망설임 없이 고시우와 결혼했다. 예단은 은혜를 갚기 위해 자신의 정체를 숨기고 자신의 모든 것을 남편과 고씨 집안에 헌신했다. 고씨 가문에 시집온 이후, 예단은 시부모님을 잘 모셨고, 고영서를 열심히 도왔다. 돈을 흥정망정 쓰는 고영서는 돈이 부족할 때마다 예단에게 도움을 요청하곤 했다. 고영서가 남편에게 폭행 당할 때마다 고씨 가문 사람들은 자신들에게 부정적인 영향을 미칠까 봐 늘 모르는 척했다. 예단이 도와주지 않았다면 고영서는 어떤 험한 일을 당했을지 몰랐고, 순조롭게 이혼할 수도 없었을 것이다. '이제 와서 날 무시하고 잘난 척을 해!' 이혼 합의서의 조건을 살펴보던 예단은 갑자기 서류를 닫고 테이블 위에 내려놓았다. "이혼은 동의하겠지만, 시우 씨 재산의 절반은 나에게 줘야 해요." 놀라 눈을 크게 뜬 고영서는 테이블을 내리치며 벌떡 일어섰다. "꿈 깨! 고씨 가문에 시집 오면 네 팔자가 필 거라고 생각했나 보지? 넌 한 푼도 못 받고 나가게 될 거야!" 예단은 차분하게 앞치마를 벗고 헐렁한 홈웨어의 지퍼를 내렸다. 그러자 몸매가 돋보이는 매끈한 상의와 청바지가 드러났다. 예단은 안경을 벗고 미소를 지으며 고영서를 바라봤다. "결정은 형님이 내리는 게 아니죠. 시우 씨와 직접 얘기해 볼게요." 고영서는 촌스럽기만 하던 예단이 눈깜짝할 사이에 분위기가 확 다른 사람으로 변신하자 깜짝 놀라 잠시 말문이 막혔다. 고영서가 정신을 차렸을 때, 예단은 이미 입구로 걸어가고 있었다. "어딜 가? 당장 이리 와서 서류에 서명하지 못해!" 고영서가 소리쳤다. 분노에 사로잡힌 고영서는 서류를 움켜쥐고 멀어져가는 예단에게 던졌다. 종이가 공중에 펄럭이며 예단을 아슬아슬하게 지나쳤다. 그리고 밖으로 나가자마자 재빨리 전화를 걸었다. "고시우가 어디 있는지 알려줘." 오후 4시가 되자 코니세그 한 대가 능숙하게 교통체증을 헤치고 나가며 고속도로를 질주했다. "찾았어. 성심 대극장에 있네. GPS 설정해 놨어." 블루투스 스피커에서 약간 불안한 듯한 목소리가 흘러 나왔다. "단아, 성급하게 행동하지 마. 고시우는 그럴 가치가 없는 사람이야..." 짜증나기도 하고 우습기도 한 예단은 눈썹을 찌푸리며 말했다. "걱정 마. 내가 왜 그러겠어." "그야..." 전화 반대편에서 서희연이 반박했다. "너는 평소에는 침착한 애지만, 열 살 때 너를 구해준 사람이 고시우라는 걸 알게 된 이후로 완전히 달라졌잖아. 네 가치를 알아보지 못하는 사람 때문에 왜 자신을 희생하려는 거야? 그 사람을 위해 진짜 신분과 능력까지 숨기고... 대체 왜 그러는 건데?" "그만해!" 예단이 소리쳤다. "그 사람 때문에 그러는 거 아니야. 너, 우리 집안 상황이 지금 얼마나 복잡한지 알잖아." 서희연이 단지 그녀가 걱정돼서 하는 말이라는 걸 깨닫고 예단은 목소리를 낮췄다. "걱정 마. 그냥 이혼하려고 그러는 거니까." "뭐? 맙소사..." 서희연이 헉 소리를 냈다. 서희연이 큰 소리를 내기 전에 예단은 재빨리 전화를 끊었다. 그녀는 엑셀을 세게 밟으며 미소를 지었다. 예단은 앞을 가로막고 있던 부가티를 능숙하게 피한 다음 빠른 속도로 달려나가기 시작했다. 한편, 검은색 부가티의 뒷좌석에 앉은 남자가 차가운 목소리로 말했다. "코니세그를 따라가. 박천주에게 다음 교차로에서 저 차를 막으라고 알려." 비서는 차 속도를 높이며 떨리는 목소리로 물었다. "대표님, 저 차가 무슨 문제라도 있습니까?" 남자는 등을 기대고 입술을 살짝 벌리더니 중얼거렸다. "오랜만이야, 트라이언트." 제2화 그녀는 트라이언트 트라이언트? 운전석에 앉아 있던 온진형은 놀라 움찔했다. 수년간 언더그라운드 레이싱 랭킹 순위를 장악하며 챔피언으로 활약했던 전설적인 그 트라이언트가 저 사람이라고? 트라이언트는 3년 전에 흔적도 없이 사라지지 않았었나? 트라이언트가 왜 지금 갑자기 A시에 나타난 걸까? 게다가 세련된 코니세그의 운전자는 여성인 것 같았다. 그러나 뒷좌석에 앉은 남자가 확신을 담아 말하자 온진형은 아무 말도 하지 않았다. 그는 앞서 가는 차에 온전히 집중하며 절대 놓치지 않을 거라 결심했다. 예단은 부가티를 추월하면서 왼쪽 사이드 미러를 흘깃 보며 눈살을 찌푸렸다. 그녀는 블루투스 이어폰을 두드리며 차분하면서도 단호한 목소리로 말했다. "희연아, 위성에 접속해. 8시 방향에 부가티가 따라오고 있어. 차주를 확인해줘." 서희연은 당황했지만 재빨리 그녀의 말을 따랐다. 차주를 알아낸 그녀는 한숨을 쉬며 이어폰에 대고 말했다. "배씨 가문의 차야. 이 차 주인은... 배도훤이야!" 예단의 눈에는 놀란 기색이 역력했다. "말도 안 돼. 어떻게 아는 사이야?" 서희연이 당황한 듯 말했다. "지난달 해외 금융 중심지 울 스트리트에서 돌아왔다는 소식은 들었어. 이미 A시를 뒤집어 놓았고 오래된 가문들 사이의 권력 구도까지 바꿔놓았대." 서희연이 망설이다가 의심스러운 듯이 물었다. "너, 배씨 그룹 사람이랑 뭐... 있었어?" "야!" 예단이 블루투스 이어폰을 두드리며 체념한 듯 말했다. "아무리 나라도 그 정도로 욕심이 많지는 않아. 게다가 지난 3년 동안 나는 A시에 있었다고. 해외로 여행을 갈 때마다 흔적이 남기지 않으려고, 신분 위조까지 하면서 다녔어. 얼마나 번거로운데. 내가 배씨 그룹 사람들을 건드릴 시간이나 있었을 것 같아?" 서희연은 자신의 실수를 깨닫고 서둘러 말했다. "맞아, 이게 다 고시우 때문이야. 그 사람만 아니었어도 너는..." "됐어. 부가티의 스마트 시스템을 원격으로 해킹할 수 있을까? 지금 당장 해결하지 않으면 배도훤은 내가 현장에서 고시우를 잡는 걸 보게 될 거야." 예단은 다시 백미러를 힐끗 쳐다봤다. 부가티가 점점 더 거리를 좁히며 다가오고 있었다. "안 돼!" 서희연이 긴박한 목소리로 말했다. "수동 자동 모드 둘 다 달려있는 차야. 단순히 시스템을 중단하는 것만으로는 효과가 없다고!" 예단은 이마를 더욱 세게 찌푸리며 입을 열려는 순간 서희연이 갑자기 다급한 목소리로 말했다. "단아, 속도 늦춰! 2킬로미터 앞 교차로에서 바리케이드가 쳐져 있어!" 먼지와 잔해로 뒤섞인 안개가 걷히고 앞길이 드러나자, 예단은 짜증을 내며 말했다. "정말 멋진 광경이네." 빠른 속도로 달리던 코니세그는 곧 앞에서 뒤까지 뻗은 바리케이드에 갇혀 멈출 수밖에 없었다. 예단은 아스팔트 도로 위에서 완전히 궁지에 몰리고 말았다. 그녀의 앞에는 스포츠카 6대가, 그녀 뒤에는 부가티가 위풍당당하게 가로막고 서 있었다. 그녀는 좌석에 기대앉아 흥미롭다는 듯이 눈썹을 치켜올렸다. 선두에 있는 페라리의 운전자가 무리의 우두머리가 분명했다. 그는 예단에게 차에서 내려 대화를 나누자고 손짓했다. 그럼에도 불구하고 예단의 시선은 백미러에 비친 부가티에 고정되어 있었다. 거리가 멀어서 운전자의 얼굴이 겨우 보였다. 뒷좌석에 앉은 배도훤의 모습은 약간 가려져 있었지만, 살짝 보이는 검은 정장은 여전히 위압적인 아우라를 내뿜고 있었다. 온진형은 코니세그가 한참 동안 움직이지 않는 것을 보고 뒷좌석을 힐끗 보며 말했다. "대표님, 박천주를 시켜서 억지로 끌어내리라고 할까요?" 배도훤은 다리를 꼬고 앉아 중지 손가락에 끼워진 투르말린 반지를 무심하게 돌리며 말했다. "기다려." 배도훤은 두꺼운 차창 너머로 앞차에 탄 예단과 시선을 마주치는 듯했다. 그는 작게 웃음을 터뜨렸다. "이렇게 쉽게 잡히면 트라이언트가 아니지." 예단의 인내심이 한계에 다다랐다. 그녀는 앞쪽의 교통 상황을 살펴보았다. 상대 무리는 주저하는 듯해 보였다. 그녀를 차에서 끌어내리려고 하는 대신 서로 신호만 주고받을 뿐이었다. "희연아, 성심 대극장으로 가는 다른 길이 있어? 찾아줘." 예단이 물었다. 서희연이 손가락으로 화면 위에서 바쁘게 움직이더 걱정 어린 목소리로 말했다. "하나 있긴 한데, 이 교차로를 지나야 해. 대치 상황에서는 불가능한 거나 다름 없어!" '띵, 경로가 변경되었습니다. 소요 시간 5분 단축됩니다...' 예단은 내비게이션 시스템을 작동시킨 후, 몸을 똑바로 세우고 핸드브레이크를 조정하며 엑셀을 밟았다. 엔진의 우렁찬 소음에 그 무리의 표정이 바뀌었다. 우두머리는 뒤에 있는 부가티로부터 신호를 받은 듯 통신 시도를 중단하고 부하들을 예단 쪽으로 보냈다. 몸싸움까지 각오한 듯 비장해 보였다. 예단의 얼굴에 미소가 번졌다. 남자들이 팔 한 뼘 거리까지 다가온 순간, 그녀는 핸들을 휙 돌리며 엑셀을 밟았다. 그녀는 구경꾼들의 놀란 시선을 받으며 차량 사이로 급격하게 달려나갔다. "내가 지나갈 수 없는 길은 없지!" 전화 반대편에서 서희연이 기뻐하며 소리쳤지만, 그녀의 흥분은 곧 걱정으로 바뀌었다. "배도훤의 바리케이드를 뚫었으니, 이제 저쪽과는 원수가 된 건가?" 예단이 비웃었다. "저쪽에서 먼저 시비 걸었잖아. 그리고 적 하나 더 생긴다고 달라질 게 뭐야?" 그녀가 떠난 뒤에도 자동차 바퀴가 급격하게 턴을 하는 날카로운 소리가 한참 동안 공중에 맴돌았다. 사무실로 돌아온 박천주는 겁에 질리 얼굴로 배도훤을 마주했다. "죄송합니다, 대표님. 트라이언트를 막는 데 실패했습니다. 어떤 벌이든 달게 받겠습니다." 배도훤은 바닥부터 천장까지 닿는 커다란 창문 옆에 서서 A시를 내려다봤다. 그의 시선은 한 건물에 고정되어 있었다. "그 코니세그, 고씨 가문과 관련이 있나?" 온진형은 재빨리 태블릿을 조작하며 대답했다. "기록에 따르면 이 차는 3년 전에 구입한 것으로, 주로 고시우 씨와 그의 아버지가 사용했습니다." 온진형은 잠시 멈칫하더니 계속해서 말했다. "오늘 그 차를 몬 건 고씨우 씨의 아내, 예단이라는 사람인데... 그분이 트라이언트일 리는 없어요." 박천주가 잽싸게 온진형의 말을 가로막았다. "말도 안 돼요! 온 비서님도 그 여자가 바리케이드를 어떻게 부수는지 보셨잖아요. 그 여자가 트라이언트가 아니라면, 어떻게 그런 걸 해낼 수 있겠습니까? 트라이언트가 틀림없어요!" 계속해서 데이터를 살피던 온진형의 표정이 굳어졌다. "기록에 따르면, 예단 씨는 영화 제작사 사장의 딸로, 평범한 집안 출신입니다. 어머니는 일찍 돌아가셨고, 아버지의 재혼 후 이복 오빠와 이복 언니가 생기는 바람에 고등학교를 그만두고 다른 도시로 이사해야 했습니다. 그런 사람이 어떻게 노린산 경주에서 우승까지 거머쥔 레이서가 될 수 있었을까요?" 말문이 막힌 박천주는 본능적으로 배도훤에게로 시선을 돌렸다. 키가 훤칠한 배도훤은 존재 자체만으로도 압도적인 존재감을 드러내고 있었다. 배도훤은 무심히 파텍 필립 시계를 만지작거리며 뜬금없이 웃음을 터뜨렸다. 그의 갑작스런 웃음에 곁에 있던 두 사람은 몸이 오싹해났다. "다음 주의 자선 파티에 고씨 가문을 초대해." 코니세그는 성심 대극장 문 밖에서 끼익 소리를 내며 멈췄다. 세련되고 섹시한 옷을 입고 코니세그에서 내려 먼지가 자욱한 길을 걸어오는 예단의 모습은 더 이상 고시우가 알고 있던 보수적인 주부가 아니었다. 고시우가 짜증을 내며 어두워진 표정으로 소리쳤다. "예단..." 예단은 장난기 가득하면서도 위협적인 미소를 짓더니 자동차 열쇠를 가볍게 흔들며 고시우를 향해 다가갔다. "위대한 고 대표님은 내연녀 콘서트 보러 갈 시간은 있으면서 이혼할 시간은 없으신가 봐요. 그래서 내가 직접 이혼 서류를 들고 왔죠." 변함없이 하지우를 감싸고 도는 고시우의 모습에 예단은 조금 씁쓸해졌다. 예단이 선언했다. "고시우, 그렇게 사랑하는 사람 곁에 있고 싶으면, 이혼 서류에 서명하고 재산을 똑같이 나누도록 하자. 하지만 단 한 푼이라도 적게 주면 이혼에 동의하지 않을 거야. 그렇게 되면 당신과 당신의 연인은 평생을 불륜이라는 말을 들으며 살 수 밖에 없게 되겠지." 제3화 내 비참한 결혼 생활과 함께 침몰했어 고시우는 평소에 순종적이고 다루기 쉬운 아내가 이렇게 변할 줄은 전혀 예상하지 못했다. "꿈 깨!" 고시우가 짜증을 내며 어두워진 표정으로 소리쳤다. "그만해, 예단. 내 관심을 끌기 위해서 이런 짓을 하는 거라면 이제 그만 둬." 그가 경고하는 듯한 눈빛으로 말했다. "그럴수록 더 정이 떨어질 뿐이라고." 예단은 처음으로 고시우가 자신에 대해 잘 아는 듯이 제멋대로 말하자 흥미를 느꼈다. "돈 얘기하는데 감정 얘기는 왜 꺼내? 역겹지도 않아?" 예단은 두 사람을 향해 싱긋 웃으며 고시우를 향해 날카롭게 말했다. "하지우 씨가 그렇게 좋았으면 따라서 해외로 가버리지 그랬어? 왜 나와 결혼한 거야? 그 정도로 사랑이 깊지는 않았나 보지?" 그녀의 말에 정곡을 찔린 고시우가 재빨리 대답했다. "할아버지가 고씨 그룹을 이용해 나를 협박했던 거 알잖아. 그렇지 않고서야 내가 지우가 떠나는 걸 가만히 앉아서 지켜봤을 리가..." "그러니까, 돈 때문이라는 거잖아?" 예단이 날카롭게 반박했다. "그럼 그 진정한 사랑이라는 것도 고씨 가문의 재산 상속 앞에서는 아무것도 아닌 거네?" 예단이 조롱하듯이 웃었다. "고시우 씨, 사랑 밖에 모르는 치정남인 척 좀 그만해!" 모두의 앞에서 자신의 속셈이 밝혀지자, 고시우의 얼굴이 벌겋게 달아올랐다. 그때 하지우가 나서 사려 깊은 목소리로 재빨리 그를 변호하기 시작했다. "예단 씨, 시우 씨와 내 사이를 그렇게 틀어놔야겠어요? 시우 씨도 시우 씨 나름대로의 이유가 있었을 거예요." 그러면서 하지우는 의미심장하면서도 도발적인 눈빛으로 예단을 마주봤다. "예단 씨, 재산 분할에서 더 많은 이득을 보기 위해 나와 시우 씨의 관계를 이간질하려는 거 다 알아요. 애초에 예단 씨는 돈을 목적으로 결혼한 거잖아요?" 그녀의 말에 예단에 대한 고시우의 혐오감은 더욱 커졌다. "그럴 줄 알았어! 당신은 언제나 욕심이 많았지. 이미 2억 송금했고, 그 아우디도 곧 당신 명의가 될 거야. 고씨 가문에게 그런 것쯤은 쉽게 해낼 수 있는 일이야. 당신네 가족처럼 하찮은 집안이 아니니까..." "그 정도로는 안 되지!" 예단은 고시우를 바라보며 날카롭게 반박했다. "당신은 억만장자야. 우리의 공동 재산과 차, 부동산을 모두 고려하면 최소한 천 억은 줘야지. 지금 당신 누나가 준 중고 아우디로 퉁 치려고 하는 거야?" 예단의 날카로운 시선이 하지우에게로 향하자, 그녀는 본능적으로 몸을 움츠렸다. "내가 잘못 본 게 아니라면, 당신 애인이 하고 있는 목걸이 가격이 최소 2억이 되지 않나?" 고시우는 하지우의 앞을 막아서며 말했다. "예단, 부끄러운 줄도 몰라? 지우의 목걸이는 내가 선물한 거야. 돈밖에 모르는 당신과는 달리 순수하고 착한 여자라고!" 예단은 고개를 끄덕이며 반박했다. "그러니까, 돈 주기 싫다 이거지, 지금?" 그 말과 함께 그녀는 돌아서서 코니세그에 다시 올라탔다. 모두가 그녀의 행동에 의아해하며 지켜보고 있을 때, 스포츠카 엔진의 굉음이 공기를 가르며 울려퍼졌다. 매끈한 검은색 슈퍼카가 날쌘 화살처럼 앞으로 달려나가며, 텅 빈 계단을 따라 내려가 무대로 곧장 돌진했다. "쾅!" 방심하고 있던 고시우와 하지우는 흩날리는 나무 파편을 덮어 쓰고 말았다. 하지우는 날카로운 비명을 질렀고, 고시우는 분노가 치밀어 올라 소리쳤다. "예단, 한 번만 더 이러면 가만히 두지 않을..." 하지만 예단은 그의 충고를 완전히 무시했다. 그녀는 차를 후진하며 무대와의 안전 거리를 두고 멈춰 세웠다. "고시우 씨, 다시 한 번 물을게. 재산 분할 할 거야, 말 거야?" 그녀가 긴장이 팽팽한 분위기를 뚫고 소리쳤다. 엔진의 굉음에 고시우의 얼굴이 새하얗게 질렸다. 위협적인 차와 어마어마한 예단의 존재감에 짓눌린 그는 미처 탈출할 생각조차 못하고 제자리에 얼어붙었다. 그는 경비를 부르려고 했지만, 경비원과 사람들은 모두 겁에 질려 도망가고 없었다. 이 대치 상황에서는 세 사람만이 남아 있었다. 예단, 완전히 미쳐버렸네! 예단은 겁에 질린 고시우와 하지우의 얼굴을 보고 만족스러운 미소를 지었다. 무서운 엔진 소리가 더욱 커지더니 고시우의 공포에 질린 시선 아래서 자동차는 다시 한 번 무대를 향해 돌진했다! "알았어! 당신 말대로 재산 분할 하면 되잖아!" 차는 무대에서 몇 센티미터 떨어진 곳에서 겨우 멈췄다. 앞 범퍼가 아슬아슬하게 무대를 스칠 뻔했다. 예단은 이제 너덜너덜해진 차 문을 발로 박차고 침착하게 차에서 내려 팔짱을 낀 채 떨고 있는 두 사람을 마주보았다. 고시우는 심호흡을 하며 평정심을 되찾으려고 애썼다. "하지만 다음 주까지 기다려야 해. 이번 주말은 할아버지 생신이야. 아직은 이혼 소식을 전할 수 없어." 고필두 할아버지는 언제나 예단에게 친절했고, 그녀 역시 그의 생일을 망칠 생각은 없었다. 예단은 어깨를 으쓱하며 말했다. "오늘 약속은 꼭 지켜. 이렇게 많은 눈이 우리를 주목하는 가운데 고씨 가문의 후계자가 감히 자기가 내뱉은 말을 번복하지는 않겠지?" 그녀의 말에 반박할 수 없었던 고시우는 좌절해서 이를 악물었다. 예단은 몇 걸음 앞으로 나아가, 하지우를 지나치고 고시우에게 시선을 고정하며 가볍게 혀를 찼다. "사실, 저 차는 처음에 무대에 부딪혔을 때 벌써 망가졌어. 그냥 당신을 놀라게 하려고 엔진을 켜놓았을 뿐이야. 어차피 부딪히지도 못했을 거야." 고시우는 충격에 눈이 휘둥그래졌다. 예단은 눈썹을 치켜 올리고 비꼬듯이 말했다. "당신 같은 사람에게 그렇게 좋은 차를 허비하다니." 말이 끝난 그녀는 눈길 한 번 주지 않고 밖으로 나갔다. 고시우는 정신을 못 차리고 그 자리에 잠시 멍하니 서 있었다. 순식간에 너무 많은 일이 벌어져 받아들이는 데 시간이 필요했다. 그는 예단이 떠나는 것을 보고서야 3년 동안 평범했던 아내가 자신도 모르고 있었던 숨겨진 매력이 있을 거라는 생각이 들었다. "다 나 때문이에요, 시우 씨! 나를 보호하려 하지만 않았어도 그런 터무니없는 요구를 절대 들어주지 않았을 텐데!" 하지우는 고시우의 옷깃을 붙잡고 떨리는 목소리로 말했다. 그녀가 눈물을 보이자 고시우는 다시 그녀에게로 시선을 고정했다. 고시우는 하지우를 끌어안고 부드럽게 위로하기 시작했다. "네 탓이 아니야. 다 욕심 많은 저 여자 탓이지. 내가 방심한 틈을 타 자기가 원하는 걸 요구하다니." 하지우는 눈물을 글썽이며 그를 올려다봤다. "이제 우리 어떡해요? 당신이 오랫동안 심혈을 기울여 고씨 그룹을 경영한 덕분에 지금의 재산을 소유할 수 있게 된 건데, 저 여자는 아무것도 안 했잖아요. 그런 여자가 당신 재산의 절반을 가져가다니요?" 하지우는 입술을 깨물었다. "나는 어떤 상황에도 당신을 지지할 거예요. 하지만 이런 부당한 일이 벌어지는 걸 가만 두고 볼 수는 없어요. 시우 씨 어머니와 누님이 이 얘기를 들으면 많이 화나실 텐데요." 고시우는 코웃음을 쳤다. "우선 알겠다고는 했지만, 순순히 따라 줄 수는 없지." 아수라장이 된 극장 밖에서 예단은 서희연에게 전화를 걸었다. "성심 대극장으로 데리러 올 수 있어?" 서희연이 의아해하며 물었다. "코니세그 끌고 갔잖아?" 자신의 손을 내려다본 예단은 조금 전에 충돌 때문에 생긴 상처를 발견했다. 상처는 얕았지만 넓게 퍼져 있었고, 이제는 피가 나기 시작했다. "내 비참한 결혼 생활과 함께 침몰했어." 제4화 배씨 가문의 연회 초대장 그 한마디 말에 담긴 뜻을 이해한 서희연은 순간 숨이 멎는 듯했다. 호기심이 생긴 그녀는 재빨리 차 키를 챙겨 예단을 데리러 나갔다. 서희연이 고속도로를 따라 질주하는 페라리 안에서 믿을 수 없다는 듯이 외쳤다. "그 끔찍한 커플을 그냥 들이받지 그랬어?" 예단은 침착하게 상처를 치료하면서 대답했다. "법은 어기지 않는 편이 좋으니까." 서희연은 말문이 막혔다. 그녀는 예단이 이 대화를 꺼린다는 것을 깨닫고 재빨리 주제를 바꿨다. "아, 그 자선 연회 말이야. 너 특별 게스트로 초대받았잖아. 이번에는 갈 거지?" 예단이 대답하기도 전에 서희연이 말했다. "어차피 이혼할 거잖아. 이제 그 멍청한 고시우한테 더 이상 숨길 필요 없지 않아?" 서희연이 입을 삐죽 내밀며 덧붙였다. "이번 연회 준비하느라 얼마나 고생을 했는데. 아빠한테 좋은 인상을 주고 싶단 말이야. 너는 내 가장 친한 친구잖아. 올 거지, 응?" "알았어." 예단이 체념한 듯한 미소를 지으며 말했다. "네가 원한다면야!" 서희연은 기뻐서 신나게 경적을 울려댔다. "좋아, 내일 여섯 시 정각이야! 초동석을 입구로 보낼게!" 그녀는 아침 일정을 완벽하게 소화했고, 행사 시작 30분 전에 여유롭게 연회장에 도착했다. 예단은 진짜 정체를 숨긴데다 이전에 참석 뜻을 제대로 밝히지 않은 탓에 공식 초대장을 받지 못했다. 그래서 그녀는 입구 근처에 있는 작은 파빌리온에 앉아 커피를 마시며 초동석이 도착하기를 기다리고 있었다. 그녀가 커피를 반쯤 마셨을 때 초동석이 문자를 보내왔다. "늦어서 죄송합니다, 천재 디자이너님! 10분 안에 도착해요!" 예단이 속으로 웃으며 답장을 보내려고 하던 그 때, 비꼬는 듯한 목소리가 들려왔다. "이게 누구야, 예단 씨잖아요? 여기서 당신을 만날 줄은 몰랐네요. 시우 씨에게 위자료를 달라고 구걸하면서 배씨 가문의 연회까지 발을 들이려고 하다니. 하지만 말이죠..." 그녀의 목소리가 점점 차가워졌다. "이 연회는 당신 같은 사람이 참석할 수 있는 자리가 아니에요. 주제를 알아야지." 제5화 기어이 손을 대게 만드는 거야 예단은 멈칫하더니 천천히 고개를 들었다. 하지우가 가식적으로 걱정해주는 척 그녀를 내려다보고 있었다. 예단은 붉은 입술을 말아 올리며 날카롭게 대답했다. "당신이 무슨 상관이죠? 내가 배씨 가문 연회에 가든 말든, 당신이 알 바 아니잖아요." 하지우는 예단의 직설적인 대답에 조금 놀란 듯 눈이 동그래졌다. 예단은 등나무 의자에 기대어 앉아 무심하게 핸드폰을 톡톡 두드렸다. 그녀는 매혹적인 눈으로 하지우를 놀리듯이 쳐다봤다. 하지우는 확실히 교활했다. 누구라도 발끈할 태도와 말투를 잘 쓰는 것 같았다. "예단?" 바로 그때, 고시우가 다가왔다. 그는 예단을 여기서 볼 줄은 상상조차 못했다. 고시우가 눈살을 찌푸렸고, 그의 잘생긴 얼굴이 즉시 어두워졌다. "나를 망신시키려고 여기까지 온 거야?" 고시우는 화를 내며 소리쳤다. "그냥 좀 꺼져!" 하지우는 마치 자신의 지위를 선언하기라도 하듯 일부러 고시우의 팔을 끌어안으며 도전적인 눈빛으로 예단을 바라봤다. 예단은 그런 무례한 행동을 참고 넘어갈 사람이 아니었다. 그녀는 손가락을 꽉 움켜쥐더니 고시우를 경멸스럽다는 듯이 바라보며 차가운 미소를 지었다. "다시 말해볼래? 지금 감히 누구 보고 꺼지라는 거야?" 예단은 검은색 실크 슬립 드레스를 입고 가느다란 다리를 우아하게 꼬고 앉아 있었다. 그녀의 흠잡을 데 없는 피부와 눈길을 끄는 이목구비는 엄청난 매력을 선사했다. 그녀의 목소리는 흔들림 없이 차분했지만, 온몸에서 차가운 분위기를 내뿜고 있었다. 압박감이 급습해왔다. 고시우는 갑작스럽게 변한 분위기에 당황한 채 잠시 얼어붙었다. 이 여자가 정말로 순종적이기만 하던 그의 아내라니! 짜증이 난 하지우는 눈살을 찌푸렸다. 마지막으로 예단을 만났을 때, 하지우는 그녀가 정신이 나간 줄 알았다. 하지우는 예단이 또 다시 난동을 부려 자신이 망신 당하게 될까 봐 걱정되어 목소리를 누그러뜨리고 순진한 척 연기했다. "예단 씨, 이만 가 보세요. 초대장은 하나 밖에 없고, 시우 씨는 나를 데리고 들어가기로 했어요. 예단 씨가 여기에서 버티고 있는다고 해서 들어갈 수 있는 연회가 아니에요. 게다가 예단 씨는 문제만 일으키잖아요. 왜 자꾸 일을 어렵게 만드는 거예요?" 예단은 하지우를 차가운 시선으로 쳐다봤다. 그녀는 이미 고시우의 진짜 모습을 훤히 잘 알고 있다. 이젠 고시우에게도, 이 결혼 생활도 철저히 희망을 잃었다. 이제 하지우의 태도나 말은 그녀에게 아무런 영향을 미치지 못했다. "당신이 무슨 상관이에요?" 예단은 하지우의 말에 전혀 동요하지 않고 차분하게 대답했다. 그녀는 무심코 잔을 들어 빨대로 포도주스를 쪼르륵 마셨다. "안 가겠다, 이거야? 기어이 손을 대게 만들려는 거야!" 고시우가 소리쳤다. 예단은 고시우의 분노 폭발한 반응에 전혀 동요하지 않았고, 그를 없는 사람 취급했다. 고시우의 표정이 더욱 어두워졌다. 예단이 꼼짝도 하지 않자 짜증이 난 그는 그녀를 끌어내기 위해 한 걸음 다가섰다. 예단은 눈살을 찌푸렸다. 그녀가 몸을 움직이려던 그때, 고시우의 뒤에서 한 남자의 숨 가쁜 목소리가 들려왔다. "비켜!" 초도억은 주저하지 않고 고시우에게 달려들어 마치 장난감을 잡듯이 그의 옷깃을 움켜쥐고 옆으로 내던진 뒤, 예단의 앞을 가로막고 서서 보호 태세를 취했다. 키가 195센티미터 되는 초동석은 몸집이 건장했고, 그의 근육질 팔은 무척 힘세 보였다. "이게 뭐 하는 짓입니까?" 초동석은 고시우를 사나운 눈빛으로 쏘아보며 손가락 관절이 딱딱 소리가 날 정도로 주먹을 꽉 쥐고 말했다. "왜 우리 누나를 괴롭히는 거야? 죽고 싶어 환장했어?" "너는 누구야?" 조금 전, 쓰레기처럼 내팽개쳐졌던 고시우가 소리쳤다. 그는 비틀거리며 일어나서 성난 눈빛으로 초동석을 노려봤다. ...... 앞으로는 어떤 전개가 펼쳐질까요? 완정한 스토리를 즐기고 싶으시다면 아래의 버튼을 눌러 App을 다운로드 받으세요. 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No 2024-12-25 18:29 active 2088 0 He drunkenly hugged her “Call me husband again ......” 💔Nyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner's phone from a contact named "Jordyn Cheatham". Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?] Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her body partly exposed, exuding seduction. Nyla's grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn's previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown. 'Was the text sent by mistake? Or…' A hand wrapped around Nyla's waist from behind, breaking her thoughts. Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Honey, I'm all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?" Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her. "Since you're not saying anything, I'll choose. Let's do it on the couch," Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly. Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light. Clark's gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away. Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?" Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn't forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen. She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first." Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered. "Mr. Sumner, what can I do for you?" Clark glowered, and his voice turned icy. "I didn’t know my secretary started soliciting clients." There was a moment of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by mistake..." "Next time it happens, pack your things and leave!" Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening, even showing a hint of grievance. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so let’s not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me tonight." Clark pulled Nyla in for a kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow." A flash of disappointment crossed Clark's eyes, but he didn't pressure her. "Alright, you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study to handle some work." "Okay." … It started raining heavily in the middle of the night. The sound woke Nyla, and she reached out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the clock—3:16 a.m. Nyla wondered whether Clark was still working. She got up, put on a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and her heart sank. Nyla’s phone suddenly chimed, startling her in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no turning back for her and Clark. A thunderclap boomed outside, startling her into accidentally pressing it. [Still awake? Because your husband isn't with you?] [I was scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort me.] [Don't you want to know where your husband is?] As Nyla read the messages and the boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with an address and a series of digits. Nyla bit her lip, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight there. By the time she reached the villa, it was past 4:00 a.m. She entered the code, and the door unlocked. The living room lights were on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man's suit and a woman's lingerie were strewn about, revealing the urgency of their actions. Seeing the torn red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense of absurdity. Although the distance from the entrance to the bedroom was only a few meters, it felt like an eternity to Nyla. Standing at the bedroom door, she felt light-headed and dizzy. She reached out, trembling, and slowly pushed the slightly open door. The sight of the messy bed and the bared couple entwined—their heavy breathing filling the room—pierced Nyla's heart. The couple was so engrossed that they didn't notice her standing there. Nyla's hand on the door frame turned white from gripping it too hard, leaving red marks on her palm. She had been with Clark for eight years, from school days to marriage, envied by everyone around them. Until today, she had never imagined betrayal between them. Now, reality dealt her a cruel blow. Even the most sincere wedding vows couldn't withstand a fickle heart. Unable to bear the sight, Nyla turned and stumbled out, driving away. She stopped by a bar on the way and decided to go in. … By the time Valarie Weir arrived, Nyla had already downed two bottles of whiskey, her gaze slightly unfocused. "Valarie, you're here..." Seeing Nyla surrounded by several men, Valarie frowned. "All of you, leave!" "No, they're fine here—" "I said, leave!" After driving the men away, Valarie sat next to Nyla. "What happened? Did Clark really cheat on you?" Valarie was Nyla's university roommate and had witnessed Nyla and Clark’s journey from school to marriage. She had seen Clark treat Nyla well all these years, so she couldn't believe he would cheat. Upon hearing Clark’s name, Nyla's gaze dimmed, and the heart-wrenching pain came rushing back. "I don't want to hear that name right now." Chapter 2 Nyla downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined Clark would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart. "I just can't believe it. He loved you so much. He didn't seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there's a misunderstanding," Valarie suggested. Nyla let out a cold laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?" The room fell silent. Watching Nyla drink like there was no tomorrow, Valarie grabbed the glass from her hand. "Even if he cheated, you shouldn't punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?" "I'm getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick." Upon seeing the defiance in Nyla’s red eyes, Valarie's heart ached. "Don't think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once you’re calm. I'll take you home." Nyla shook her head. "No... I don't want to go back." Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of Clark’s betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous. Seeing Nyla’s reluctance, Valarie didn't insist. "I'll book you a hotel room then." … After booking a room, Valarie took Nyla to the hotel entrance. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you up?" Nyla shook her head. "No, you go rest. I'll be fine." She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel. Seeing Nyla walk steadily, Valarie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once Nyla was inside the hotel. What she didn't know was that Nyla, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside. Nyla entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend. Soon, the doors opened with a ding. As Nyla stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number. The wine was taking its toll, and her vision blurred. She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened. Nyla froze. Before she could react, a large hand yanked her into the dark room. The door slammed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man's breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could place it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. "Mmph!" Realizing what was happening, Nyla struggled. Damon was strong, and with the wine dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damon’s hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch. Nyla tried to push him away, but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Let— Mmph! Let me go…" He stopped kissing her and chuckled. "No need to play hard to get." His fingers traced her collar, the cool touch making her shudder. His body heat seemed to melt her, and her legs grew weak. In the dark, Nyla’s senses heightened. She felt Damon unbuttoning her clothes, her mouth dry, her last bit of rationality warning her that this was going too far. "Let me go!" She mustered all her strength to push him, but he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bed. The bed was soft, so Nyla didn’t feel pain, but the impact made her head spin. She tried to get up, but Damon pinned her down. Soon, her clothes were gone, and they were both nearly bared. He pressed against her, ready. His dominating presence made her tremble. She pushed against his chest, biting her lip to stay calm and clear-headed. "Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me go…" Nyla’s voice shook with tension. "Tsk!" Damon's voice was impatient, his tone cold. "Still playing?" He was about to get up and kick Nyla out when the room light suddenly came on. Nyla had accidentally hit the light switch in her struggle. The sudden light made Damon squint. He was shocked when he saw the terrified woman beneath him. Nyla, recognizing Damon, felt the blood drain from her face. The fear sobered her instantly. She couldn’t believe it—the man who almost violated her was Clark’s uncle, Damon Summer! "Uncle Damon…" Nyla had always been wary of Damon. He was the youngest son of Richard Sumner and Marie Thorne, doted on by them and known for his unpredictable, cold nature. Even outsiders avoided crossing him. When she married Clark, he had warned her to steer clear of Damon. "Shut up!" Damon's face was dark, his gaze icy, as he contemplated whether to silence her for good. Then, his eyes shifted to her bare body, darkening further. He turned away, getting off the bed. "Get dressed and get out!" As Damon moved, Nyla caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn't, and her face turned red with embarrassment. Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon's expression soured even more. "Still not leaving?" Nyla could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back. Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistake—it wasn’t Room 8919, but Room 8916! She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husband’s uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Valarie take her up. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. After Nyla left, Damon dialed a number with a glower on his face. "Delete all surveillance footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!" Upon hanging up, he looked at the messy bed and sheets, his irritation growing. He had almost slept with his nephew’s wife... What a mess! Chapter 3 On Nyla's way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted. Nyla: [Uncle Damon... Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.] She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message. Nyla: [?] As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.] Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace. … When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. "Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didn’t you answer?" Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?" Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly. Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. "You know, don't you?" His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come. Upon seeing his unapologetic demeanor, Nyla's long-suppressed emotions finally exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes red with fury, like a madwoman. All the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could never be pieced together again. "Clark Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didn’t love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me like this?" Nyla had assumed that no third party could ever come between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke. Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Nyla, I’m sorry..." Nyla shoved him away, wanting to laugh but only tears came. "Don’t touch me with your filthy hands! "Is it that hard to stay faithful? "Since we got married, I’ve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But I’ve never crossed the line. If I can do it, why can’t you?!" Clark clenched his fists when he saw the disappointment and anger in her eyes. "Nyla, you’re the only one I love… It was just an accident with her…" His explanation sounded so weak that Nyla found it both laughable and nauseating. "So you’re saying I could sleep with another man and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have betrayed you physically, but my heart still belongs to you?" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare, I’ll end you and that man together in bed." Seeing his icy gaze, Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal was unforgivable, why would he still betray her? She took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Do you remember what I told you when you proposed?" She had said that if he ever betrayed her, she would not forgive him but leave him. Clark’s expression changed. "I will not let you leave!" Nyla wiped her tears, her expression a mixture of ridicule and hatred. "Whether you agree or not, I’ve made up my mind. I’m divorcing you. You don’t deserve my forgiveness." With that, she ignored his reaction and went upstairs. Clark stared at her back, his gaze dark. … Back in the bedroom, Nyla went straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of wine on herself. While applying body wash, she noticed red marks on her chest and paused. The image of Damon’s hands roaming her body flashed through her mind, making her frown. She scrubbed the marks hard until the skin around them turned red, trying to erase his touch. After her shower, she saw Clark sitting on the bed with his head down, lost in thought. She frowned and decided to ignore him. They would be divorced soon anyway. Clark looked up and saw Nyla coming out in just a towel. Her damp hair dripped water, her freshly washed face flushed like a blooming rose with an enticing fragrance. The towel barely covered her behinds, revealing her long, fair legs. His breath hitched, his gaze glued on her. Nyla didn’t notice Clark's reaction. She walked to the wardrobe to grab her pajamas when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. "Nyla..." Clark's voice was husky, filled with undisguised desire. Clark had been thinking about how to win her back downstairs after she left. The only way he could think of was to have a child with her. He had come upstairs to discuss this with her, planning to take it slow. However, he lost control upon seeing her just out of the shower. In the past, such behavior would have stirred Nyla's feelings, but all she felt now was disgust. She turned and pushed him away, her gaze full of revulsion. "Don’t touch me. I feel dirty." Hurt flashed in Clark's eyes. He grabbed her hands, his expression earnest. "Didn’t you always want a child? Let’s have one now, okay?" Nyla shook him off at his matter-of-fact attitude. "That was before. I might have a child in the future, but it won’t be yours." Her words enraged Clark. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down. "Say that again!" His eyes were full of anger, but Nyla didn’t care. "It doesn’t matter how many times I say it. I’m disgusted by you. I’d rather die than have your child." As soon as she finished speaking, Clark kissed her fiercely. Chapter 4 Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage. "Let go!" Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist. As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths. Instead of letting go, Clark's other hand slipped under Nyla's towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely. "Clark, get off me!" Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. "Nyla, you need me too, don't you?" Nyla’s struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. "Clark, don't make me hate you." Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them. He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly. … For the next few days, Clark didn't come home. Nyla called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn't respond. … The weekend arrived. Nyla was in the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark walked in, looking haggard. They stared at each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. "Since you're back, let's talk about the divorce." Clark frowned. "I told you, I won't divorce you. I'm here to remind you that we have to go to the family dinner tonight." The Sumners held a monthly dinner, and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn't kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured it because she believed Clark loved her. After seeing him with another woman, however, she couldn't lie to herself anymore. "I don't want to go. Go by yourself." Clark’s expression turned impatient. "Nyla, how long are you going to keep this up?" He had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still the same. "I'm not keeping anything up. I just want a divorce." Upon hearing the word "divorce", Clark's patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as if she were unreasonable. "Divorce? You haven't worked since we got married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what about your father's exorbitant medical bills? Can you afford those? "Nyla, you're not a teenager anymore. You're 28. It's time to grow up. "I'm the CEO of the Sumner Group. I face temptations all the time. Sometimes, it's hard to resist, but those women will never take your place as my wife. What more do you want?" Clark couldn't understand why Nyla didn't see that he still loved her, even if he couldn't commit to being with her forever. Seeing Clark’s arrogant demeanor, Nyla couldn't reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and promising never to hurt her. Maybe this was his true self—selfish, proud, and condescending. "If being mature means tolerating your infidelity, then I'm sorry, I can't do that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I've had drafted. Sign them when you have time." Clark glanced at the documents, sneering when he saw the section on asset division. "Quite the appetite you have, asking for half my assets. Do you really think that's possible?" "I deserve it. Why not?" Clark chuckled, his tone mocking. "Look around this house. Did you buy anything here? I've been covering your father's medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me. Should I have my lawyer do the math?" As Nyla watched his bitter expression, she couldn't believe she had once loved this man. He had hidden his true self so well that, until she caught him cheating, she had thought he was a great guy. "Don't forget, if it weren't for me giving you that patent, you wouldn't be the Sumner Group's CEO. And you were the one who told me to stay home after we got married. If I had continued my research, I would have earned far more than what you've given me." Unfazed, Clark replied, "Who would believe you about the patent now? "I don't want to argue about money, but if you insist on a divorce, we'll have to settle accounts. Nyla, as long as you drop the divorce idea, my money is still yours to use." "Clark, you're despicable!" Since he refused to divorce, she'd have to sue. She turned to leave, but he blocked her. "Change your clothes. We're going to the family dinner." "I said I'm not going. Tell them I'm not feeling well." Clark grabbed her wrist. "Nyla, I'm running out of patience. Don't force me to cut off your father's medical expenses." "You wouldn't dare!" Clark took out his phone and called his secretary. "Cancel my father-in-law's medical payment for next month—" Furious, Nyla grabbed his phone and ended the call. "You're crossing a line, Clark." "Crossing a line?" Clark's gaze was full of contempt as he yanked her closer. "Everything you have is because of me. Don't you think you're the one crossing the line? Change your clothes, or I have numerous ways to make you comply." Chapter 5 Seeing the coldness in Clark's eyes, Nyla realized how blind she had been to fall in love with such a man. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she refused to show any vulnerability in front of him. She yanked her hand away, took a deep breath, and headed upstairs. The only thought in her mind was to find a job quickly so she could move out and divorce Clark. She grabbed a random outfit, tied her hair up with a hairpin, and went back downstairs. She was never one to fuss over her appearance. In the past, she had dressed up for the Sumners' gatherings to make a good impression. Now, she couldn't care less. Hearing her footsteps, Clark looked up. Nyla wore a fitted white dress, her waist so slender it seemed it could be encircled with one hand. Her hair was secured with a jade hairpin, revealing her delicate neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The grace she exuded was just like when they first met. However, the look in her eyes now was devoid of any warmth. "Let’s go," she said. They drove to the Sumner residence in silence. As they arrived and were about to get out of the car, a black Range Rover sped up and stopped abruptly in front of them. Upon recognizing the car, Clark's expression darkened. It was Damon's car, someone he both feared and disliked. Damon was known for his reckless and unpredictable behavior. He had refused to take over the Sumner Group when Richard wanted him to run the company, choosing to start his own business instead. Everyone had expected him to fail, but within five years, his company had grown to be worth several times more than the Sumner Group. Clark couldn't stand Damon, partly out of jealousy. Once, a comment Clark made about Damon reached Damon's ears, and in retaliation, Damon refused to collaborate with the Sumner Group, costing them millions. Damon rarely attended family dinners, and Clark had hoped to avoid him. Luck wasn’t on his side today—they met at the door. He didn’t notice Nyla’s stiffened expression when she saw Damon get out of his car. Clark opened the car door and greeted, "Uncle Damon." Damon glanced at him indifferently, his gaze briefly landing on the passenger seat before he nodded and walked into the house. Nyla let out a deep breath. When Damon looked her way, she had forgotten to breathe, fearing he might say something outrageous. He was known for his unpredictable nature, always doing whatever he pleased. Fortunately, he said nothing. She decided she needed to talk to him privately later. As Clark and Nyla walked into the living room, they saw it was already filled with people. Richard and Marie, the family heads, were chatting with Damon. He was the kind of person who naturally stood out in a crowd. Noticing Nyla’s gaze on Damon, Clark frowned. "Why are you staring at my uncle?" Nyla withdrew her gaze and replied coolly, "None of your business." Her coldness irritated Clark. "Nyla, you know I don’t like you paying attention to other men." Ever since they got together, Clark had been extremely controlling, not allowing Nyla to interact with other men. She used to think this was a sign of his love, but now it seemed laughable. She sneered. "And I don’t like you sleeping with other women, but you seem to enjoy it just fine." Clark said through gritted teeth, "This is a family dinner. We’ll deal with this later." "If you don’t want me to bring it up, then stay out of my business," she retorted. Clark didn’t want to cause a scene now because it might affect the Sumner Group and his standing with Richard, who still held all the company’s shares. As they talked, Marie called out, "Nyla, Clark, you’re here! Come sit down!" Nyla took a deep breath, forcing a smile as she approached. She might not like the Sumners, but she maintained basic manners. "Hello, Grandpa, Grandma," she greeted with a smile. Marie, who had been urging Damon to settle down and get married, looked pleased to see the couple. "Come, sit down." She turned to Damon with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Look at Clark. He manages the company well and has a beautiful wife. They might have children soon. And you? Almost 30 and still single. If you don’t bring a girlfriend next time, don’t bother coming!" Damon glanced at the couple with a smirk. "She is indeed beautiful." He just wondered how that petite frame would suffer if she were to have children. Nyla frowned, feeling uncomfortable with Damon’s gaze. Clark also noticed the inappropriate way Damon looked at Nyla. It wasn’t the look of an elder but more like a man admiring a woman. His hand clenched into a fist, and his body tensed. Marie sighed. "My point is, when will you bring me a daughter-in-law?" "Depends. If I meet someone I like, maybe I’ll bring her back tomorrow," Damon replied nonchalantly. "You’re too picky! I’ve arranged a good match for you. Date's tomorrow, don’t ruin it." "Then you’ll probably have to apologize to another old friend tomorrow." Frustrated, Marie snapped, “You’re going to drive me crazy!” Damon glanced at Clark. “Clark's been married for years. Instead of pushing me, why don’t you encourage him to have kids?” Marie nodded, realizing Damon wouldn’t listen to her. She turned to Nyla and Clark, her expression softening. “Nyla, you and Clark have been married for a few years now. When are you planning to have children?” Chapter 6 Nyla lifted her head to speak, but Clark grabbed her hand and smiled. "Grandma, we're working on it!" Nyla tried to pull her hand away, but Clark's grip was too tight. If he wouldn't let her be, she wouldn't make it easy for him either. She turned to Marie. "Grandma, I'm looking for a job right now, so having children might have to wait." The room fell silent. Clark's grip on Nyla's hand tightened painfully, and she winced. Damon glanced at Clark's hand on Nyla, noticing the bulging veins, then looked away indifferently. Clark’s aunt, Anne Sumner, sneered. "Nyla, don't blame me for being blunt. You've been married for years. How can you not have a child yet? If it weren't for Clark insisting on marrying you, do you think your family could have ever married into the Sumners? "You should be grateful. If you don't want to have Clark's child, there are plenty of women who do. If someone else steps in, you’ll be the one looking silly." Besides, Anne thought, "Who knows if Nyla is fertile?" She sounded like she meant well, but her gaze at Nyla was filled with an air of superiority. Marie frowned at Anne, disapproving. "Anne, enough." Anne pursed her lips but stayed silent. Marie turned back to Nyla with a kind smile. "Nyla, you and Clark are still young. If you don't want children yet, that's fine. Just don't overwork yourself. Our family isn't short on money. You can work if you want, but take it easy." Nyla nodded. "I understand, Grandma." With that, the awkward moment passed, and the room returned to its previous warmth. Seeing the attention shift away, Clark pulled Nyla out of the living room. Once they reached the gazebo in the backyard, he released her. "Nyla, have you lost your mind? Do you want everyone to know about our fight?" Nyla rubbed her sore hand and said, "I was just being honest." "Honest?" Clark scowled. "Should I call your father then?" Harrison Jayston was ill and couldn't handle stress. Nyla planned to divorce Clark before breaking the news to him gently. She glared at Clark. "You wouldn’t dare! You were the one who cheated. What right do you have to be so self-righteous?" Clark clenched his hands, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before it was replaced by impatience. "I promised it wouldn’t happen again. If you don't want to see Jordyn, I'll fire her. What more do you want?" Nyla felt like there was a communication breakdown between them and turned away. "I don't want to argue with you here." When Clark saw her red-rimmed eyes, he softened. "Nyla, I truly know I was wrong. Just don't mention divorce, and I'll make it up to you. I love you. I can't let you go." Nyla found it laughable. How could he claim to love her while being with another woman? Just thinking about him with someone else made her sick. "I will never forgive you." Betrayal was her bottom line. She couldn’t pretend nothing had happened or reconcile with him. Clark knew Nyla well enough to understand that he had to be patient. He believed she still had feelings for him. Otherwise, she would have made a bigger scene when she found out. As long as he refused to divorce her, she would eventually forgive him. "Fine, we won't talk about it now. If you don't want kids yet, we’ll postpone it to two years later. Since you want to work, I'll have my secretary find you a position at the Sumner Group." Nyla laughed at his arrangement, a mocking look in her eyes. "Clark, do you see me as a puppet you can control?" Hurt by her gaze, Clark frowned. "How am I controlling you? You don't want kids now, so I agreed to wait two years. You want to work, so I'll arrange it. What more do you want?" "Stop pretending. I don't want kids because I want a divorce. I want to work to sever ties with you." Clark looked at Nyla's stubborn face, displeased. Since their wedding, she had been like a canary in his cage. He couldn't let her go. "As long as I don't agree, this marriage won't end. Even if you tell a lawyer I cheated, do you have proof?" Clark's confident tone and controlling demeanor made Nyla step back, trembling with anger. She finally saw how selfish and disgusting he was. She had wasted eight years—the best years of her life, from 18 to 26—loving this man. "You make me sick, Clark!" 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