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2,651,142	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-27 06:39	active	2102		She was the true heiress of her family, yet her family conspired against her, setting her up to marry a man in a vegetative state in place of her so-called sister. Heartbroken, she decisively severed ties with her family and married the comatose billionaire! ===== "Sandra Hill, I'll ask you one more time. Will you marry or not?!" "You don't need to make excuses! You and Emily were switched at birth, and you were raised in the mountains for twenty-two years. But when Emily found out, she didn't feel any jealousy. Instead, she went with us to bring you back. But what did you do?" A cold and harsh male voice echoed through the living room. Sandra blinked, looking up at the man and felt aggrieved, "I..." It was her second brother, Kyle Hill, the president of the Hill Group. Dressed in a silver-gray suit, he looked sharp and spirited. However, his face was distorted with fury and hatred. As he spoke, his voice became sharper. "Emily treated you so well, but you opened the car door and pushed her out! Luckily, the car wasn't going fast, or else Emily would've died! "You're so wicked. It's only right for you to marry that vegetative man in place of Emily into the Cooper family!" Sandra's heart ached deeply. "Wicked?" Was that how her own brother saw her? She turned around to look at him. The white silk ruffled collar gently moved. The small patch of fair skin on her neck emphasized her bl*dshot eyes. Indeed, she was raised in the mountains by her master for more than twenty years. But her master treated her well and taught her various skills. She was deeply grateful and had never harbored any resentment towards anyone. Three days ago, there was still a month until Emily Hill's wedding with Wesley Cooper. The Hill family suddenly arrived at the mountain. They claimed that Sandra was the true daughter of the Hill family. Even her master said that she should come down the mountain to accept her fate. Reluctantly, she came down the mountain. When she returned to the Hill Villa, Emily deliberately sat in the same car with her. As the car started moving, Emily suddenly opened the car door and jumped out. Shortly after, her brothers stood in front of the car, accusing her of attempted mrder. If Emily hadn't been unconscious and needed immediate medical attention, Sandra might have been taken to the police station and charged on the spot. For the past three days, she had explained countless times. But her brothers didn't believe a word and accused her of slandering Emily. And recently, the Hill family's liquid assets have faced some problems. The only solution was to marry Sandra into the Cooper family, as the Cooper family had promised to give the Hill family 50 million dollars. Only then did she understand one thing. Her family didn't care about her at all. They only brought her back because Emily didn't want to marry a vegetative man! It was pointless to say anything more. "Will you marry or not?!" Kyle angrily grabbed a teacup and forcefully smashed it on the ground. The shards splattered onto Sandra's ankle, piercing her skin. Fresh bl*d dripped from her ankle onto the ground. "Fine," Sandra smirked in disappointment, "but I have a condition." "Humph, you're insatiable. I'll discuss your dowry with Gary." "It's not about the dowry." Sandra's heart was already numb from the pain, so her expression didn't change. "I want to go to the hospital to see Emily." Kyle's anger dissipated, and he looked at her with some suspicion. "Do you still want to harm Emily?" "Yes, will you dare to let me?" Sandra didn't explain further, looking at him with indifference. Kyle hesitated for a moment. They had arranged many bodyguards around Emily. Sandra was just a village girl. How could she harm Emily? "Okay, you have half an hour. The Cooper family's car will arrive soon. After seeing Emily, get in the car immediately!" Sandra sneered, turned around, and went upstairs to pack her things. She didn't have much luggage or wear any makeup. But she was naturally beautiful. Her lips were red without lipstick, and her eyes were as clear as gems. She picked up her suitcase and went downstairs with Kyle to the hospital. Emily was staying in a deluxe ward. Sandra's brothers were present, their faces full of disgust. Sandra ignored them and sat in front of the hospital bed saying a few casual words. Then someone said that the Cooper family's car had arrived. She stood up and looked at her five brothers. "From today on, I am no longer bonded to you." "Even if you didn't say it, we would cut ties with you!" Kyle's face turned cold. Wesley was in the vegetative state, unconscious for three years, and his condition had worsened recently. He might not live much longer. To them, Sandra was just a widow to be despised in the Cooper family. They didn't care about her at all. Sandra left with a cold expression. "Gary," Kyle walked over to Gary Hill, their eldest brother, at the bedside. "We've got the money from the Cooper family. Emily can wake up now." Gary gave a smile. "Emily has been through a lot these days. Wake her up." Kyle called the doctor in, and the doctor quickly gave Emily an injection. After a while, the doctor's face turned pale. "Ms. Hill... Ms. Hill seems to be in a coma!" Kyle's face changed dramatically, his heart tightening. "What do you mean?" "Ms. Hill..." The doctor was frightened and quickly examined Emily with trembling hands. "Ms. Hill... seems to have... come into a vegetative state." Shocked, the five men rushed to the bedside. "Quick! Call your specialists for a consultation!" ... The Cooper family sent Wesley's half-brother, Felix Cooper, to pick Sandra up. He didn't care about Sandra at all and drove fast all the way. He thought Sandra would get car sick, but she was very calm. When she got out of the car, she even smiled slightly at him. "You are rude. I am your sister-in-law." Felix's face darkened, his tone cold. "It remains to be seen whether you can survive tomorrow." Wesley's life was hanging by a thread. If he died tonight, Sandra would be seen as a disaster and would probably die a horrible death. Sandra showed no signs of fear. Instead, she smiled lightly, "I hate rude people." With that, she walked towards the living room. Wesley's condition was severe, so they turned one of the rooms in the villa into a sickroom, equipped with all kinds of medical equipment. Sandra was escorted upstairs by several maids. At the door, they forcefully pushed her into the room. Perhaps they were afraid she would run away, so they purposely locked the door. Sandra looked around the sickroom, which was equipped with the most advanced medical instruments available in the world. Wesley lay silently on the hospital bed, his face pale, but it didn't affect his aura. Even from a distance, she could feel the power emanating from him. She slowly walked over and sat by the bed, reaching out to feel his pulse. After a while, she suddenly undid Wesley's clothes. With a slight movement, she pulled out some silver nedles from her sleeve and quickly inserted them into Wesley's chst. With thirteen needles in his chest, Wesley suddenly coughed, vomited some bld, and slowly opened his eyes. Chapter 2 Waking Up Her Vegetative Husband "Who are you? How did you get into my room? Get out!" Wesley saw a gorgeous woman as soon as he opened his eyes. He immediately remembered what his stepmother, Debra Cooper, had said before. Even though he was in a vegetative state, he could hear voices. Debra had once said that she would find a woman to bear children for him. But he knew very well that Debra wasn't so kind-hearted. The woman she found was merely a pawn in the battle for the family fortune. Sandra became angry instantly. She agreed to this forced marriage only to leave the Hill family openly and without burdening her master. She didn't come here to be treated like this. After all her efforts to help him detoxify, his attitude was terrible. She raised her hand without hesitation. A silver nedle flew out from her sleeve and directly pierced Wesley's shoulder. Wesley felt the recently regained strength quickly dissipate, and his cold gaze became fierce. "You!" "Sht up and listen to me!" Sandra frowned with a mysterious look in her clear brown eyes. Wesley clenched his teeth, not because he didn't want to speak, but because he couldn't say a single word right now. He was furious. Sandra spoke quickly, "I am now your bride." As she spoke, she threw the marriage certificate onto the bed. The Cooper family was influential enough that they didn't need them to be present in order to obtain the marriage certificate. Wesley frowned. "Your childhood sweetheart, Emily, is not the real daughter of the Hill family. As the real daughter, I can only marry you. Since you don't want to marry me either, how about we make a deal?" Wesley's anger disappeared. But there was still a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he looked at her. Regardless of what he thought, Sandra continued. "You were poisoned and it will take about a year for a complete recovery. Our marriage will last for a year. During this year, we will be a couple in public but business partners in private." Pausing for a moment, she added, "After a year, we'll get a divorce. What do you say?" She believed that within a year, she would be able to find out who harmed her master. Wesley remained expressionless. "If you don't speak, I'll take it as a yes." Wesley didn't say anything. Sandra swiftly retrieved the silver nedle and walked over to the fridge. Unfortunately, there was nothing inside except for expensive medications. She had nothing to eat in the Hill Villa and was now very hungry. "There are fruits here." Wesley noticed it and opened a drawer. But then he paused, his face full of astonishment. He could open the drawer! In an instant, he felt strength flowing through his limbs. Was he really cured? His disease had confounded even Samuel Whitman, the best doctor in Helwanis. And yet, Sandra was just a young girl. If she could really cure him, he wouldn't mind accepting that condition. He pointed at the bedsheet. "Wife's responsibility." Sandra took a bite of the apple and looked at him teasingly. "I won't sleep on the bed." Even though the Cooper family was complicated, there were still some who genuinely cared about Wesley. They would come to accompany him at night. There was a small bed in the corner, and Sandra intended to sleep on it. Therefore, as soon as she finished speaking, she walked over to the small bed. "Good night." She was exhausted. After filling her stomach with the apple, she felt drowsy and quickly fell asleep. Wesley didn't even have a chance to get angry. Was Sandra here to help him? Why did he feel like she came here to annoy him? The next day. Sandra stretched lazily, feeling refreshed. However, as soon as she woke up, she felt a chill. Was the temperature too low? Slowly sitting up, she saw Wesley on the bed glaring at her with a gloomy face. Sandra blinked. She almost forgot that she had already married him. "Why aren't you getting up?" She put on her shoes and casually tied her long hair into a ponytail, which made her look youthful and energetic. Wesley sneered and pointed to the wheelchair near the door. Sandra blinked and chuckled. "Are you asking me to push you out to get some fresh air?" Wesley retorted, "Since you are my business partner, you should follow my requests." "Or we can terminate our partnership," Sandra stood her ground. Wesley's tone was cold. "If you were forced to save me, it means this is your best option." Sandra was speechless. Fine, she was a doctor, and she couldn't argue with a patient. But just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of unlocking from outside. "It has been quiet inside. Is Mr. Cooper really dead?" "Dr. Whitman said Mr. Cooper wouldn't survive last night. That girl was probably scared seeing a dead body for the first time." "Then let's open the door and inform Mrs. Debra Cooper about the bad news. "The board meeting is in two hours, and Mrs. Debra Cooper is waiting for Mr. Felix Cooper to inherit the shares." "Come on, it's good news." Just then, the door was pushed open abruptly. "Mr. Cooper, you died so tragically." Karen Sullivan, the maid, rushed in, crying loudly without even checking the situation. "Slp!" Her cries stopped abruptly as she covered her face. Only then did she realize that something was wrong. This slp had completely caught her off guard, and the maids who had just entered were equally stunned. Sandra, who should have been cowering in the corner, actually stood in front of her with a cold expression. "Get out!" Sandra shouted as she recognized Karen as the person who had pushed her into the sickroom last night. Karen snapped back to reality and looked towards Wesley, who was still lying on the bed. "What did you do to Mr. Cooper?!" "We are husband and wife. Do I need to report everything I do to you?" Sandra's voice became colder, and she glared at Karen fiercely. Frightened, Karen stepped back and almost fell down. Linda Murphy, another maid, supported her, and Karen barely kept her balance. Linda sneered, "You must have killed Mr. Cooper, you mrderer!" "Who's making a fuss?" A sharp male voice came from inside the room, frightening the maids. "Mr... Mr. Cooper?" Linda looked at Wesley in astonishment as he slowly sat up and looked at them. "Ah, he's risen from the dead!" Linda turned and ran away, her face pale. The other maids scattered in panic. Sandra stood at the door, her eyes filled with amusement. "Mr. Cooper, it seems that your family doesn't actually want you to wake up." Chapter 3 Confronting Hailey Soon, Wesley changed his clothes and sat in a wheelchair leaning against the wall. Sandra approached and pushed him downstairs. The two were not very familiar with each other, so they didn't say a word during breakfast, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere. After breakfast, they were going to the Cooper Mansion. After all, it was the second day of their marriage, and they had to meet the elders. And because of Karen's screams, almost everyone in the Cooper family knew that Wesley had woken up. So the board meeting was postponed, and they all gathered at the Cooper Mansion to witness this miracle. They left the villa, and a bodyguard offered to drive. But Sandra immediately let go of the wheelchair and opened the car door to get in. Leo Brown, the bodyguard, was stunned, "Mrs. Cooper, aren't you going to assist Mr. Cooper?" Sandra asked calmly. "He's young and able-bodied. Why should I assist him?" Leo was taken aback, "But Mr. Cooper is..." Before he could finish his sentence, Wesley, supporting himself with the wheelchair's armrest, stood up. Leo gasped in disbelief. Wesley could walk now?! Wasn't he in a vegetative state just last night?! Leo slapped his forehead. Feeling the pain, he confirmed that it wasn't an illusion. Then, he witnessed Wesley slowly getting into the car. Wesley was just weak, not disabled. However, after lying down for so long, he naturally wasn't accustomed to walking. Even for this short distance, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he had slightly rapid breathing. Leo raised his hand to turn on the air conditioning. Sandra spoke lightly. "Go ahead if you want him to die." Leo immediately withdrew his hand. Why did he just think about turning on the air conditioning? He regretted it. And he finally realized that Sandra was difficult to deal with. He just wanted her to assist Wesley. But she held a grudge against him. He thought that Wesley would reprimand Sandra. However, Wesley just closed his eyes and silently accepted Sandra's approach. Leo was dumbfounded. ... After more than ten minutes, they arrived at the Cooper Mansion. Located in the center of Geniston, it was truly prime real estate. The Cooper family owned two mansions here and connected them together. It was luxuriously decorated! It was like a palace! They entered the main hall, and Wesley's grandparents were seated in the main seats. Both of them had white hair and gentle expressions. Upon seeing Wesley in the wheelchair, they were so excited that they sobbed. But when they saw Sandra, their excitement was replaced by disgust. "I can't believe you really married into the Cooper family! You've got a lot of nerve!" Debra shouted. Debra now controlled the Cooper family's major companies and had significant influence. Sandra sneered inwardly. She cured Wesley, but these people showed no gratitude. Instead, they questioned her. The Cooper family was cruel. "Since you're not the real bride, the 50 million dollars should be returned." Debra said coldly, looking at Wesley's grandmother, Hailey Cooper. All the money went to the Hill family. Sandra didn't even have a decent dowry herself. "You're right. It should be returned," Sandra replied. Wesley raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He felt something was off about her reaction. The people around them were astonished. After all, that was 50 million dollars! To the Cooper family, it was no big deal. But to the Hill family, it was a life-saving sum. "The 50 million dollars were for Emily. Since she's not here, it should be returned." Sandra's tone was calm. Debra nodded, "You're being reasonable." Sandra suddenly smiled. "So, once it's returned, let's discuss the money that should be given to me." The Cooper family was stunned. "I am the true daughter of the Hill family, much nobler than that fake daughter. "And Wesley woke up as soon as I married him. I bring good luck. "If the money is not at least twice the amount given to Emily, others will mock the Cooper family." Debra clenched her fists. Twice the amount meant nearly 200 million dollars! Sandra was really making a bold request! Debra's daughter, Angela Cooper, couldn't help but chime in. "The Hill family arranged for you to marry into our family. It's lenient of my mom not to punish you. How dare you ask for money?" She angrily shouted, "You have no shame!" Sandra snorted. "When I married Wesley, I was issued with a marriage certificate by the Cooper family." The faces of everyone turned pale. Sandra continued. "You could have refused before the marriage certificate was issued, but you didn't. I thought you truly wanted to accept me and then compensate me. It seems that I was delusional." She looked at Wesley, who sat silently beside her. "Honey, shall we get a divorce? But once you leave me, I can't control what happens to you." Wesley watched the drama unfold with a frown. The Cooper family was full of schemers and opportunists. Sandra spoke without restraint. He didn't mind her giving them a lesson. So he didn't say anything and silently accepted Sandra's actions. Hailey was furious, "You're ill-mannered!" Sandra retorted. "I married Wesley, but I didn't get a penny. How does that make sense?" The hearts of everyone trembled. Sandra had a very glib tongue. Hailey called the shots in the Cooper family, and being challenged like this today must make her uncomfortable. What Sandra said was reasonable, leaving no room for rebuttal. They were afraid Hailey would be furious. Then Sandra elbowed Wesley. "Let's get a divorce right now." With that, she moved to push the wheelchair. The Cooper family panicked. If they got a divorce today, the people in Geniston would surely inquire about the reason. They would find out that the Cooper family had given the money to Emily instead of Sandra... But the Cooper family had asked Sandra for the money. That would truly be a laughingstock. As the top family, the Cooper family would certainly be ridiculed. Sandra was respected and couldn't give in. So, Debra stood up. She forced a smile. "It was just a joke. Don't get angry." Sandra didn't want to suffer a loss. "So, how must money will you give me?" Debra didn't dare to agree to give Sandra over 100 million dollars, so she looked at Sandra. Sandra pursed her lips, "Let Emily return the money first." Sandra's lips curled into a cold smile. The Hill family was in desperate need of money and treated Emily as their lucky charm. But what if they had to return the money? "That's your problem. Now, let's talk about the money that should be given to me." Chapter 4 I Said I Bring Good Luck The Cooper family was speechless. Hailey was so angry that she almost fainted on the spot. Debra interrupted. "Why don't you wait until you finish greeting your elders?" She deliberately lowered her voice. "Don't let them make fun of us." Wesley's marriage wasn't a big deal. After all, he was just a vegetable who wouldn't live much longer. But unexpectedly, he suddenly woke up. The situation of the Cooper family would also change from now on. So everyone rushed over. This hall was filled with Wesley's elders. Because it involved shares, even distant relatives came. Sandra was not moved. She wouldn't compromise. Otherwise, she would be in a weak position. "Are you saying that these elders should give me gifts first?" Debra's heart trembled. Even though she was Wesley's stepmother, she didn't dare to offend so many people. But Sandra had a smug look as if to say, "I come from the countryside and don't understand everything, so you have to explain clearly." Debra was furious. Wesley looked at Sandra in surprise. They had agreed that once he recovered, they would get a divorce. But Sandra was obviously afraid that he or the Cooper family wouldn't keep their promise. So she deliberately offended everyone from the start. If she wanted a divorce later, even if he refused, these people would pressure him to do so. Sandra was cunning and calculating. "Mrs. Debra Cooper!" Suddenly, a maid ran out of the nearby house. She was in such a hurry that she almost fell. Debra, who was already angry, roared, "What are you panicking for?" The maid was so scared that she fell to her knees. "Mr. Victor Cooper..." The maid was referring to Wesley's father, Victor Cooper. Eight years ago, Victor suddenly fell seriously ill, and he had been bedridden ever since. Because of Victor's condition, the Cooper family nearly fell apart. Then Wesley became a vegetable, and the Cooper family was almost divided by others. Now, if Victor died, the Cooper family would be even worse off. They ignored Sandra and hurriedly went to Victor's room. A woman came out of the room, wearing a white coat. When she took off her mask, a delicate and beautiful face was revealed. Her pretty eyes lit up when she saw Wesley. But they quickly went dim with sorrow. "Madam Cooper, I'm so sorry..." She sighed. "If Mr. Victor Cooper still doesn't wake up, we can announce... brain death." Elizabeth Young grew up in a medical family and had studied medicine since she was a child. She was known as one of the youngest female authoritative surgeons in Helwanis. Sandra dropped her cane to the ground. She stumbled back, her vision blurred. Almost in that instant, the relatives of the Cooper family burst into tears. But it was uncertain how sincere their tears were. Sandra had just arrived and had no strong feelings for Victor, so she remained expressionless and seemed out of place. The others immediately seized the opportunity. "She said she brings good luck, didn't she?" "Yes, but she brought bad luck to Victor." "Now I understand why the Hill family prefers a fake daughter over a real one. It turns out she's a disaster." "They should get a divorce before the news gets out." "She's a mrderer." Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted them. "Humph, how did I not know that the Cooper family is controlled by outsiders?" Wesley's words sent chills down everyone's spine. They couldn't help but shiver. Before Wesley became a vegetable, he supported the Cooper family single-handedly! He even led the Cooper family to the peak of Geniston once again. Since he spoke up for Sandra, no one dared to retort. "What are you doing?!" Elizabeth's sharp voice suddenly sounded. Everyone realized that Sandra had already entered the room when Wesley scolded them. "Madam Cooper, she wants to harm Mr. Victor Cooper!" When everyone rushed into the room, they saw Elizabeth holding Sandra's wrist. Sandra sneered. "What evidence do you have to prove that I harmed Mr. Victor Cooper?" Elizabeth waited until everyone had entered the room before pointing to Victor's head. "You just inserted those silver needles into Mr. Victor Cooper's head! If the slightest mistake occurs, Mr. Victor Cooper..." She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood. Now, there were more than a dozen silver needles in Victor's head. Sandra gave a cold snort and withdrew her hand. Elizabeth's face darkened. "What else do you want to do?" Sandra was calm because she had just finished acupuncture. "I don't want to do anything. I just find it strange." She said impatiently. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, annoyed. "Didn't I tell you that I bring good luck? I came to help Mr. Victor Cooper. Shouldn't you be happy?" Hailey approached and gnashed her teeth. "You hurt my son, and you expect me to be happy? If anything happens to Victor today, I will make you pay with your life!" Hearing Hailey's words, Elizabeth felt relieved. She didn't need to do anything to expose this village girl who wanted to gain attention. She brought good luck? She performed acupuncture? Did she really think she was the top international doctor, Kate? Kate was an exceptional medical expert outside of any organization! She was also the only one internationally certified with a 100% surgery success rate! And she even had the acupuncture technique to revive the dead! Rumors had it that Kate had a strange temperament and never showed her true face to anyone. But even so, she was still sought after by the billionaires all over the world. So, Elizabeth looked at Wesley helplessly. "Mr. Cooper, you will regret it if you don't stop her." After speaking, Elizabeth put her hands in the pockets of her white coat. It seemed that she had done all she could do. The rest of the Cooper family was surprised to see them arguing. They didn't care whether Victor died of natural causes or Sandra killed him. The shares would be divided amongst them. It would benefit them anyway! Sandra's indifferent voice sounded. "Mr. Victor Cooper will tell you if he wants me to pay with my life." As soon as she finished speaking, everyone burst into mocking laughter. Victor would tell them? Was Sandra out of her mind? Just then. A strong cough rang out. Everyone stared in shock. Victor, who had been on the verge of death, slowly opened his eyes... ...... What happens next? 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Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bre. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chst. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen*ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bre?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chst muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic dires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her slp had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. 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2,654,019	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-12-27 11:00	active	2147	Read next chapter👉	She gave her husband back to his first love and focused on developing her acting career. Then she took back everything that belonged to her and stepped onto a bigger stage. However, to her surprise, among the frenzied fans, there was her scumbag ex-husband! ===== "Saved! They've been saved." Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bre. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chst. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen*ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bre?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chst muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic dires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her slp had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. 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