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2,548,302	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547852}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:49	active	1932	🔞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. 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2,548,538	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-27 19:51	active	1932	Continuer la lecture	"« Si tu acceptes d'être ma maîtresse pendant cinq ans, je peux garantir la sûreté de ton père. » Se faisant trahir par son ex-petit ami, Rena ne s'attend pas à ce qu'il lui demande de devenir sa maîtresse. === === === Chapitre 1 Un gros bonnet Dans une chambre d'hôtel faiblement éclairée, Rena Gordon embrassait passionnément un bel inconnu. Plus tôt dans la soirée, l'ex-petit ami de Rena, Harold Moore, avait annoncé ses fiançailles avec une autre femme. Rena avait été tellement bouleversée qu'elle s'était retrouvée, d’une marnière ou d’une autre, dans la chambre d’un inconnu. À présent qu'Harold était sur le point d'épouser une fille riche sans tenir compte de ses quatre années de relation avec Rena, celle-ci pouvait se permettre de se faire plaisir, n'est-ce pas ? Au moment où l'homme lui a retiré ses vêtements, Rena s'est appuyée sur l'épaule de l'homme et s'est laissée aller en murmurant : « Harold ! » L'homme s'est brusquement arrêté, quelques secondes plus tard, les lumières se sont allumées. La lumière vive a provoqué un plissement des yeux de Rena. Mais lorsque ses yeux se sont enfin adaptés à la lumière, elle a vu clairement le visage de l'homme. C'était Waylen Fowler, l'avocat le plus recherché du pays. Il était très célèbre dans les milieux juridiques, et il était une élite avec d'innombrables propriétés. Mais le plus important, Waylen Fowler était le futur beau-frère d'Harold. Rena a dégrisé instantanément. Adossé au mur, Waylen lui a demandé avec un léger sourire : « À quoi pensais-tu tout à l'heure ? Voulais-tu le faire pour rendre Harold jaloux ? » Manifestement, Waylen venait aussi de la reconnaître. Rena ne pouvait pas faire semblant de ne pas connaître cet homme. Waylen était célèbre, après tout. Rena ne l'avait pas reconnu tout à l'heure simplement à cause de l'alcool. Comme Rena savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas se permettre d'offenser un tel personnage, elle a baissé la tête et a présenté ses excuses docilement. « Je suis désolée, M. Fowler. Je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. » Heureusement que M. Fowler ne lui a pas compliqué les choses. Après la conversation, Waylen s'est redressé et lui a lancé un manteau. « Mets-le, je te ramène. » Rena l'a remercié doucement. Dans la Bentley de Waylen, bien qu'aucun des deux n'ait parlé pendant tout le trajet, Rena jetait de temps en temps un coup d'œil à l'homme. L'homme avait un visage anguleux et une mâchoire parfaite. Bien que Rena ne connaisse pas la marque de la chemise qu'il portait, elle pouvait constater qu'elle était très chère. Après quelques minutes de silence, Waylen a arrêté la voiture devant leur destination. Il a tourné légèrement la tête et a regardé les jambes fines et droites de la jeune femme pendant quelques secondes avant de lui tendre sa carte de visite. Rena comprenait ce que cela signifiait. Elle était surprise que Waylen veuille encore garder le contact avec elle après avoir découvert son identité. Malgré le fait qu'il soit charmant, Rena a hésité. C'était une mauvaise idée de s'embrouiller avec un gros bonnet comme lui, alors elle a dit : « M. Fowler, nous ferions mieux de ne pas rester en contact. » Waylen a haussé les épaules d'un air indifférent. Rena était vraiment belle, mais Waylen ne la forcerait pas si elle n'était pas intéressée. Il a donc rangé sa carte de visite dans sa poche et a dit : « Le conservatisme te va bien. » Rena était un peu gênée, mais avant qu'elle ne puisse répondre, Waylen est sorti de la voiture et lui a ouvert la porte comme un gentleman. Dès que Rena est descendue, la voiture s'est éloignée lentement. Une brise fraîche a soufflé sur elle, la faisant frissonner. C'est alors qu'elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait oublié de lui rendre le manteau. Pendant que Rena hésitait à essayer de le rattraper ou pas, son téléphone s'est mis à sonner. En jetant un coup d'œil à l'afficheur, elle a vu que c'était sa belle-mère Eloise qui l'appelait. La voix anxieuse de celle-ci a retenti à l'autre bout du fil dès qu'elle a décroché : « Rena, reviens à la maison tout de suite ! Il s'est passé quelque chose de grave ! » Rena a tenté de lui poser des questions, mais Eloise n'a pas réussi à lui expliquer clairement au téléphone et s'est contentée de la supplier de rentrer à la maison le plus vite possible. Chapitre 2 Pas un homme ordinaire Dès que Rena est entrée dans la maison, elle a trouvé Eloise assise dans le canapé, hébétée. Les yeux rouges d'Eloise donnaient l'impression d'avoir pleuré. Rena a regardé autour d'elle et a demandé avec anxiété : « Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé, Eloise ? Où est papa ? » Eloise était la deuxième femme du père de Rena. La femme n'a pas pu s'empêcher de s'effondrer à l'évocation de son mari. « Harold est tellement cruel ! Quand le Groupe Moore était en difficulté il y a quelques années, tu ne l'as jamais abandonné. Maintenant que leur entreprise a retrouvé son équilibre, non seulement il t'a larguée, mais aussi il a essayé d'envoyer ton père en prison ! Ton père est maintenant au centre de détention à cause de ce garçon ingrat ! » Après une courte pause, Rena a dit à voix basse : « Laisse-moi parler à Harold. » Même si Rena et Harold avaient rompu, ils étaient ensemble depuis longtemps. Rena pensait qu'Harold ne serait pas aussi impitoyable. Elle a donc composé le numéro de téléphone d'Harold. Rapidement, l'appel a été connecté. Rena a supplié : « Harold, nous nous sommes déjà séparés. S'il te plaît, ne déverse pas ta colère sur mon père. » Mais Harold s'est contenté de ricaner froidement. « Quelqu'un doit être tenu pour responsable des pertes. » Avant que Rena ne puisse demander de la pitié, Harold a repris la parole. « Il y a en fait une autre façon de régler ceci... Si tu acceptes d'être ma maîtresse pendant cinq ans, je laisserai ton père partir. » Rena a tremblé de colère. « Harold, tu me dégoûtes ! » Harold a répondu d'un ton enjoué : « Tu as toujours su quel genre de personne je suis, n'est-ce pas ? » Rena a serré les dents et a craché : « Je refuse ! Pas question ! » Harold s'en est moqué. « Alors tu ferais mieux d'engager un bon avocat pour ton père. Après tout, une telle somme d'argent le mettra derrière les barreaux pour au moins une décennie. » Rena a répliqué : « J'engagerai le meilleur avocat du pays ! » « Veux-tu dire Waylen ? », a demandé Harold avec un petit rire suffisant. « As-tu oublié que c'est mon futur beau-frère ? Penses-tu qu'il t'aidera vraiment pour le procès ? » Rena a serré les poings si fort que ses jointures sont devenues blanches. Elle n'a trouvé aucun mot pour réfuter. Harold a souri et a ajouté : « Rena, j'attendrai que tu me supplies de te reprendre ! » Rena a raccroché brusquement le téléphone, trop furieuse pour continuer à écouter les propos de cet homme. Ayant entendu leur conversation, Eloise a maugréé : « Ne t'inquiète pas, Rena. Nous ne le laisserons jamais te faire du mal ! » Des larmes de colère ont coulé sur les joues d'Eloise. « Mais Harold a raison. M. Fowler est son futur beau-frère. Pourquoi nous aiderait-il ? Rena, il doit y avoir une solution... » Rena a baissé la tête. Au bout d'un moment, elle a dit à voix basse : « J'ai rencontré M. Fowler une fois. Je vais tenter de le convaincre. » Eloise l'a regardée avec incrédulité. C'était une femme particulièrement perspicace. Alors seulement, Eloise a remarqué que le manteau de l'homme drapé autour des épaules de Rena, elle a deviné ce qui s'était passé. Mais elle était réticente à interroger Rena à ce sujet. Il était difficile pour Rena de retrouver Waylen. Dans le hall du cabinet d'avocats Sterling, la réceptionniste a poliment rejeté la demande de Rena. « J'ai bien peur de ne pas pouvoir vous laisser monter sans rendez-vous, madame. » Rena s'est pincé les lèvres, regrettant de ne pas avoir pris la carte de visite de l'homme hier soir. « Si je prends rendez-vous maintenant, quand pourrai-je le voir ? », a-t-elle demandé anxieusement. La réceptionniste a vérifié et a répondu : « Dans un demi-mois. » Le cœur de Rena s'est effondré. À ce moment-là, les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes et un homme et une femme en sont sortis. L'homme n'était autre que Waylen ! Il portait un costume noir sur mesure, ressemblant au top premier de la société. En revanche, Rena ne connaissait pas la femme. Elle avait l'air d'avoir une trentaine d'années et était très belle. Les yeux de Waylen ont croisé ceux de Rena, mais il a fait comme s'il ne la connaissait pas et a raccompagné la cliente jusqu'à la porte. Waylen a serré la main de la femme et lui a dit au revoir. La femme a dit avec coquetterie : « Si vous n'aviez pas été là, M. Fowler, je n'aurais pas obtenu un centime de mon ex-mari ! Vous n'imaginez pas à quel point il a été avare avec moi après avoir eu sa maîtresse... » Waylen a esquissé un léger sourire. « Ça fait partie du boulot. » La femme l'a ensuite dévisagé et lui a demandé : « M. Fowler, aimeriez-vous prendre un café avec moi ? » Rena a regardé la belle femme et s'est dit qu'aucun homme ordinaire ne pourrait la repousser. Mais Waylen a fait exception. Il a jeté un coup d'œil à sa montre et a poliment refusé. « Je crains d'avoir un rendez-vous plus tard. » La femme savait que Waylen ne s'intéressait pas à elle, mais a eu la politesse de ne pas le dire franchement. Après lui avoir dit au revoir, la femme est montée dans sa voiture et s'en est allée. Une fois la femme partie, Waylen s'est rendu directement à la réception et a demandé à Rena : « As-tu changé d'avis ? » Chapitre 3 Quel hypocrite ! Visiblement, Rena s'est raidie. D'une manière maladroite, elle a brandi un sac en papier et a expliqué : « Je suis venue te rendre ton manteau. » Waylen a acquiescé et a pris le sac. « Merci. » Sans rien ajouter, il s'est dirigé vers l'ascenseur. Rena est sortie de sa transe et s'est dépêchée de le rattraper. « M. Fowler, il y a quelque chose que je... » Les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes dès que Waylen a appuyé sur le bouton. Sans hésiter, Rena l'a suivi à l'intérieur. Voyant cela, Waylen l'a regardée d'un œil inquisiteur. Ensuite, il a lissé sa chemise et a dit avec indifférence : « Je ne m'occuperai pas de ton affaire. » Rena s'est tue. On dirait que Waylen était déjà au courant de l'affaire concernant son père ! Rena a baissé la tête et a demandé doucement : « Harold t'a-t-il demandé de ne pas t'occuper de mon affaire ? » Waylen l'a regardée dans le miroir et a souri. « Je n'aime pas mélanger mes affaires privées avec le travail. » Rena a compris ce qu'il voulait dire. Si elle venait le voir pour quelque chose en rapport avec le travail, elle pouvait tout simplement l'oublier. Les oreilles de Rena ont rougi sous l'effet de l'embarras. Mais Waylen ne l'a pas forcée à faire quoi que ce soit. L'ascenseur s'est finalement arrêté au vingt-huitième étage. La secrétaire de Waylen attendait à la porte de l'ascenseur. Elle était surprise de voir Rena avec lui, mais comme elle travaillait depuis des années pour cet homme, elle savait qu'il ne fallait rien dire. « M. Fowler, votre client est arrivé », a-t-elle dit poliment. Waylen a lancé le sac en papier à sa secrétaire et a dit : « Envoie-le au pressing. » La secrétaire a acquiescé et est partie. Waylen a baissé la tête et s'est mis à manipuler son téléphone. Sans lever les yeux, il a dit à Rena : « Trouve un autre avocat. » Ensuite, Waylen a quitté l'ascenseur juste avant que les portes ne se referment. Rena a serré les dents. Quel hypocrite ! À la maison, Eloise était de plus en plus anxieuse. Rena était très stressée et a décidé de rencontrer sa camarade de classe, Vera Byrd. Vera s'était mariée avec un homme riche de Duefron juste après avoir obtenu son diplôme. Ce mari disposait d'un large éventail de contacts. Rena, qui n'avait nulle part où aller, a demandé de l'aide à Vera. Elles se sont retrouvées dans un café et Rena n'a pas perdu de temps pour raconter à son amie tout ce qui s'était passé. Vera a maudit Harold avec véhémence. Après avoir déversé sa colère, elle a réfléchi un moment et a demandé : « As-tu vraiment failli passer un moment avec Waylen ? » Rena a rougi et a remué son café avec raideur. Vera a baissé le ton et l'a taquinée : « Rena, tu es vraiment quelqu'un d'exceptionnel ! Même les stars n'arrivent pas à attirer l'attention de Waylen. Il y a rarement des ragots sur lui parce qu'il est tellement "chaste". » Rena a souri avec amertume et a changé de sujet. « Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai pas eu d'autre choix que de me tourner vers toi, Vera. » Waylen détenait un grand pouvoir et un grand prestige dans les hautes sphères de la société. Vera pourrait facilement s'attirer les ennuis si elle osait aider Rena. Mais Vera était l'amie loyale de Rena. Grâce à ses relations, elle a rapidement trouvé l'emploi du temps de Waylen. Le samedi, Waylen avait rendez-vous avec un joueur de golf à un club rural à trois heures de l'après-midi. Rena s'y est rendue avec Vera et son mari à l'heure convenue. Contre toute attente, Harold était également présent. Rena était stupéfaite de la tournure que prenaient les événements. Vera a pincé le bras de son mari et s'est écriée : « Pourquoi ne nous as-tu pas dit qu'Harold serait aussi là ? Comment Rena peut-elle demander de l'aide à Waylen maintenant ? » Le mari de Vera a présenté ses excuses. « Je suis désolé, Rena ! Je ne savais pas, je le jure ! » Avant que Rena ne puisse reculer, Waylen les a aperçus. Waylen, riche et beau, était habillé d'une tenue de golf blanche. Il avait une grande taille qui le distinguait de tous les autres. Comme au cabinet d'avocats, Waylen a fait semblant de ne pas reconnaître Rena et n'a salué que le mari de Vera. Celui-ci, flatté, lui a rendu son sourire. Ensuite, Waylen a jeté un coup d'œil à Rena. Rena avait une peau lisse et souple. Elle avait délibérément enfilé des vêtements qui mettaient en valeur son physique. Le tee-shirt blanc moulant lui donnait un air énergique, tandis que le short gris clair faisait ressortir ses longues jambes parfaites. Ses cheveux bruns, longs et ondulés, étaient attachés en chignon, ce qui renforçait son charme. Waylen a jeté un coup d'œil à Rena, puis a demandé avec désinvolture : « Et vous êtes... ? » Chapitre 4 Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Waylen a fait comme s'il ne connaissait pas Rena. Le mari de Vera était plutôt avisé et n'a pas dévoilé son mensonge. « M. Fowler, voici une camarade de classe de Vera, Mme Rena Gordon. Elle est professeur de piano. » Waylen a souri d'un air entendu. « Enchanté, Mme Gordon ! » En disant, il a tendu la main, comme un vrai gentleman. Autour d'eux, les autres hommes d'élite les regardaient avec curiosité. Constatant que la jolie Rena était là pour Waylen, ils étaient très jaloux. Quelqu'un a même commenté : « M. Fowler, tu as de la chance. » Rena était un peu inexpérimentée et n'a jamais été confrontée à cette situation. Elle ne pouvait s'empêcher de rougir et de tendre timidement sa petite main. La grande main de Waylen a serré la sienne. Ensuite, Waylen l'a lâchée et lui a dit avec un sourire charmeur : « Mme Gordon, aimeriez-vous jouer une partie de golf avec moi ? » Sans attendre de réponse, Waylen s'est retourné et a commencé à marcher vers le terrain, comme s'il n'allait pas la laisser refuser. Rena n'a pas eu d'autre choix que de le suivre. Derrière Rena, on pouvait voir Harold tenir le club et les regarder avec un visage sombre. Waylen était de bonne humeur aujourd'hui. Raison pour laquelle il n'était pas du tout impatient, même si Rena disait qu'elle ne savait pas jouer au golf. « Ne t'en fais pas. je t'apprendrai ! » Dès que Waylen a dit cela, tout le monde a compris ce qu'il voulait vraiment, même la naïve Rena. Waylen essayait délibérément de se rapprocher d'elle, ce qui signifiait qu'il n'aimait pas Harold et qu'il voulait le contrarier ! Rena portait un short qui dévoilait ses longues jambes. Au fur et à mesure qu'il se rapprochait d'elle, elle pouvait sentir la chaleur qui émanait du corps de Waylen. Rena n'a pas pu s'empêcher de rougir. « Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! », lui a chuchoté Waylen à l'oreille. Rena s'est figée. Waylen lui a tenu les mains, qui tenaient le club. Il lui a ensuite guidé les bras pour qu'elle fasse un swing parfait. Dès que la balle a été envoyée au loin, les gens autour d'eux ont applaudi à tout rompre. Tout le monde était impatient de flatter Waylen. « M. Fowler et Mme Gordon travaillent bien ensemble ! » « Oui, M. Fowler lui a très bien enseigné. » « Encore un coup, M. Fowler ! » Waylen était habitué à entendre les gens lui parler ainsi. Mais ce n'était pas le cas pour Rena. Elle a rougi furieusement. Waylen lui a soufflé à l'oreille. « Mme Gordon, pouvons-nous frapper une autre balle ? » Waylen était très doué pour le golf. Au deuxième coup, il a réussi à faire un trou d'un coup. Ceux qui les entouraient ont à nouveau applaudi à tout rompre. Waylen les a remerciés d'un signe de la main. L'homme avait l'air si beau et si énergique que le cœur de Rena s'est mis à battre la chamade. Ce jour-là, elle était venue là pour essayer de convaincre Waylen, mais en fin de compte, la situation s'était inversée. Rena savait que si Waylen voulait une femme, la plupart d'entre elles ne résisteraient pas à son charme. Seulement qu'un homme de son rang ne s'abaisserait pas facilement. Toujours tenant Rena par derrière, Waylen l'a aidée à frapper d'autres coups. Pendant la pause, Rena s'est assise à côté de Waylen. Celui-ci n'était pas très bavard. La plupart du temps, il parlait du business avec d'autres personnes, et parfois d'affaires juridiques, mais il ne parlait presque pas avec elle. Se mordant la lèvre, Rena a réfléchi à un moyen de s'attirer ses faveurs. Rena a tendu à Waylen une bouteille de boisson et une serviette neuve. Elle s'occupait de lui comme une servante loyale. Naturellement, Waylen a accepté. Vera a cru que c'était l'occasion ou jamais. Elle a conduit Rena dans les toilettes pour avoir une discussion entre filles. « Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que M. Fowler soit aussi un dragueur ! Je l'ai déjà vu plusieurs fois à des soirées, et il a toujours été très sérieux. » Vera ne voulait pas que Rena tombe pour de vrai amoureuse de Waylen, car elle doutait qu'il l'épouse. Harold était le futur beau-frère de Waylen, après tout. Rena l'a rassurée doucement : « Je veux juste le supplier pour qu'il m'aide. Je ne suis pas si naïve, Vera. » Vera a soupiré de soulagement. Au moment où elles s'apprêtaient à quitter les toilettes, la porte a été soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied. Harold est entré à grands pas. Sans laisser le temps aux filles de réagir, il a brusquement poussé Rena contre le mur. Vera a entrepris de l'éloigner de son amie avec anxiété. « Harold, qu'est-ce que tu fais ? » Toutefois, Harold était beaucoup plus fort qu'elle. Sans grand effort, il a poussé Vera hors des toilettes. La seconde d'après, la porte a été verrouillée de l'intérieur. Vera a frappé la porte avec force et a grondé : « Harold ! Ouvre la porte ! Ne t'avise pas de lui faire du mal ! » Harold s'en moquait éperdument. Chapitre 5 Une relation de 4 ans Rena, une femme de petite taille, ne faisait pas le poids face à Harold, même si elle se débattait avec acharnement. Harold a ricané. « Tu es venu pour Waylen, c’est ça ? Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es capable d'y parvenir ? Tout le monde sait qu'il ne se laisse pas facilement entraîner par les femmes. » Rena a serré les dents et a maudit intérieurement l'homme en face d'elle. Elle a baissé les yeux et a dit froidement : « Ce ne sont pas tes affaires. » Harold l'a regardée de haut et a ricané d'un air incrédule. « Tu as délibérément abordé Waylen devant moi. Crois-tu que je m'en soucie ? » Cet homme dégoûtait tellement Rena. Elle l'a regardé avec un dédain non masqué et a craché : « Harold, si tu n'avais pas piégé mon père, je ne me serais pas du tout intéressée à la personne que tu vais épouser ! Ne te flatte pas ! » Harold l'a fixée sans mot dire. Rena s'est forcée à le regarder dans les yeux. Elle ne voulait pas se montrer faible devant lui. Après un long moment, Harold a gloussé avec moquerie. « Rena, tu accepteras ma proposition d'une manière ou d'une autre ! Tu n'as qu'à attendre ! » Ensuite, il a ouvert la porte et est parti en claquant la porte derrière lui. Aussitôt qu'Harold est parti, Rena a eu les jambes lourdes et a appuyé la tête contre le mur pour se soutenir, les larmes coulant lentement le long de ses joues. Quel homme cruel ! Pendant les quatre dernières années, Rena avait fait beaucoup pour Harold, mais il n'avait fait que la trahir ! Elle venait seulement de se rendre compte qu'Harold jouait avec ses sentiments depuis le début. Il n'avait jamais voulu l'épouser ! En pensant à cela, Rena a pleuré amèrement. « Rena ? » La voix de Vera l'a ramenée à la raison. Rena s'est essuyé les larmes et a levé les yeux. Elle s'est figée sur place devant le spectacle qui s'offrait à elle. Sur le seuil de la porte se tenaient non seulement Vera et son mari, mais aussi Waylen. Celui-ci s'était changé et portait maintenant une chemise bleu foncé et un pantalon de costume gris. Vera était inquiète pour Rena, mais elle s'est abstenue de parler d'Harold. Elle a vite trouvé une solution et a dit : « Il s'est mis à pleuvoir tout d'un coup, alors jouons au golf une autre fois, d'accord ? » Son mari a compris et a répondu : « Bonne idée ! Jouons au golf une autre fois. M. Fowler, pouvez-vous raccompagner Rena ? Vera et moi avons quelque chose à faire juste après. » Waylen a jeté un bref coup d'œil aux yeux rouges et larmoyants de Rena. Au bout d'un moment, il a acquiescé. « Bien sûr. » Vera a soupiré de soulagement, mais en même temps, elle s'est sentie un peu mal pour Rena. Le vent soufflait fort, et la pluie ne semblait pas vouloir cesser. En revanche, le tonnerre et les éclairs étaient sans pitié. Le parking étant à ciel ouvert, Waylen est allé chercher sa voiture. Au bout d'un moment, une Bentley Continental GT dorée s'est arrêtée devant Rena. Elle n'avait pas de parapluie, mais elle n'a donc pas osé demander à Waylen de sortir de la voiture pour lui tenir un parapluie. Elle s'est empressée de monter dans la voiture, la pluie tombant sans relâche. Bien qu'elle ait fait aussi vite que possible, elle était trempée avant d'avoir bouclé sa ceinture de sécurité. L'eau dégoulinant de ses cheveux, elle était un peu mal à l'aise, craignant que Waylen ne soit pas content d'elle. Mais l'homme n'a fait que lui jeter un coup d'œil. Sans dire un mot, il a démarré la voiture. Le club était à mi-hauteur de la montagne. Le trajet jusqu'au pied de la montagne prendrait un certain temps, et le climatiseur de la voiture était enclenché. Rena n'a pas tardé à trembler de froid et ses lèvres sont devenues pâles et bleues. En attendant que le feu passe au vert, Waylen lui a tendu un manteau et lui a dit : « Tiens. » Rena l'a remercié d'un signe de tête. Dès que Rena a enfilé le manteau, elle a soupiré de soulagement à cause de la chaleur que cela lui procurait. Mais Waylen n'a pas éteint le climatiseur. Il était trop concentré sur la route à suivre. C'était un jour d'orage, et la circulation était dense en ville. Waylen a allumé une cigarette et en a tiré une longue bouffée, avant de demander nonchalamment : « Pendant combien de temps étais-tu avec Harold ? » Rena s'est raidie à cette question. 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2,547,374	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548387}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:41	active	1932	😍Read the next chapters👉	At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly… unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again.	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2,547,991	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548126}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:46	active	1932	Read more FREE chapters👉	This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it be…? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life. After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I can’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, but a few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes are in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back several years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to be my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When seeing the private doctor, I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why did you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treat me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural？ I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me！ On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,”Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, “Oh, I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you. 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2,547,763	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547787}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:44	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	In Merika State, the two of them lay close together on the hotel bed. As their passion grew, Justin Yates’s husky voice, filled with allure, murmured, “Em, how about having a child with me?” Caught up in the moment, Emily Yates replied without thinking. It wasn’t until they were lying together afterward that she remembered what he had said. “A child?” she repeated, a trace of intimacy lingering in her eyes. The look stirred Justin’s desire again. She was a constant temptation to him. Pushing those thoughts aside, he pulled out a ring and slipped it onto her left hand. “Are you proposing to me?” she asked. “Yes.” “Can I finally have your child now?” Justin asked, smiling. His eyes were warm, but there was no love in them, as if he were gazing past her, waiting for someone else’s answer. “I’ll give you plenty,” she replied, momentarily surprised. Proposing in bed wasn’t exactly romantic or formal, but she didn’t mind. She had waited three years for this moment, and it was worth it. Three years ago, she had been injured near the beach, hitting her head on a rock. When she woke up, she had no memory. Justin had saved her. The first thing she saw when she woke was his face, and one look left her captivated. Later, she learned that Justin had paid her hospital bills. She also learned of his identity. He was the CEO of RC Corporation. He proposed that she be his contract lover, and without hesitation, she agreed. They signed an agreement, defining their relationship, and he gave her the name Emily Yates. Yes, she was drawn to his looks. Despite their arrangement, the past three years felt like any other relationship. In the first year, she was a hidden lover. In the second, he introduced her as his girlfriend to his circle. Now, with three years approaching, he was proposing. Once she was part of his social circle, she heard whispers about a woman who had been his first love, someone he cherished deeply in college. She had disappeared without a trace, and he had been searching for her ever since. Over the years, Justin had lost hope she was still alive. That was why he finally proposed. Emily didn’t mind. Everyone has a past. Looking at the diamond ring on her left ring finger, she felt like it had all been worth it. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Justin was showering. Calming down, Emily wrapped a towel around herself and got out of bed to pick up their scattered clothes. A soft clink echoed as something hit the floor. It was Justin’s cardholder. She bent down to pick it up, and a photo slipped out. It was old, with frayed edges, as if it had been looked at countless times. The woman in the photo looked like her but younger, just how she would have looked three years ago. Emily didn’t remember ever taking this photo, but she had lost her memory. Maybe she had forgotten. She was just about to put the cardholder back when a large, slender hand appeared, taking it from her. Justin emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp and falling over his eyes, now tinged with a hint of displeasure. “Don’t touch my things,” he said coldly, his tone a sharp contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. Turning away from her, he put the cardholder back in his briefcase, his whole demeanor suddenly distant and guarded. Emily froze. Was he really getting defensive over a photo? She looked at him, confused. Wasn’t that her old picture? Before she could ask, Justin seemed to realize that his reaction had been out of line. He turned back and grasped her chin. With a playful glint in his eye, he ran his thumb over her still-swollen lips, toying with them. His voice was cool, devoid of warmth, but his words were deeply suggestive, clearly aiming to change the subject. “We’re going to be late for the art exhibit. If you rather stay here, I wouldn’t mind going another round.” Her cheeks flushed at his teasing, and she gently pushed him away. Her thoughts were scattered, and she quickly forgot about the photo. Justin had come to Merika State on business and had received an invitation to an art exhibition by Haley Quinn. He brought Emily along, planning to take her to the show once his work was done. Haley, a painter who had withdrawn from the public eye three years ago, rarely held exhibitions, making this one a rare event. Emily dressed quickly, while Justin had already changed into a fresh suit. The gallery was close to the hotel, so they walked there. Arm in arm, they strolled down the street, enjoying the perfect atmosphere. Just as Emily felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, Justin suddenly stopped. “Justin, what’s wrong?” She followed his gaze. Across the street, a disheveled woman, her clothes too dirty to recognize their original color, was recklessly crossing the traffic, oblivious to the danger. The woman pushed Emily aside and wrapped her arms tightly around Justin’s waist. She sobbed uncontrollably, gasping for air. “Justin, I finally found you. You came looking for me, didn’t you?” Emily stumbled from the shove, the bright sunlight momentarily blinding her. The woman looked eerily familiar. She resembled the one in the photo from the cardholder and, in a way, even looked like Emily herself. “Emma? Is that really you?” Justin’s voice trembled, his eyes locked onto the woman in his arms, as if afraid she might disappear again. Just moments ago, he had proposed to Emily. Now, right there in the street, he held another woman. He gently wiped away the woman’s tears with a tenderness so delicate, as if afraid of breaking something precious. “Yes, it’s me,” the woman sobbed, nodding desperately. Frail as she was, she clung to him. Justin was known for his fastidiousness and love of cleanliness, but he now held her tightly. He was soothing her with gentle words, as if she were a lost treasure he had finally recovered. He was afraid that even the slightest rough movement might hurt her. They seemed oblivious to everything around them, including Emily. Justin seemed to have forgotten Emily was still there. The woman in his arms had cried herself into unconsciousness. He took off his expensive jacket and draped it over her. He then slipped his arms under her knees and held her tightly as he carried her back toward the hotel. Emily stood there, feeling like an outsider. Her arm still ached from where she had been shoved, and she could still feel the warmth of Justin’s touch lingering around her waist. Just minutes ago, he had been tangled up with her in bed, proposing marriage. Now, he was leaving her in the middle of the street, carrying a woman who seemed to come out of nowhere. He had tossed aside his usual grace, holding this woman, who looked like a beggar, and rushed back to the hotel. The people around them pointed and whispered, like they were watching some sort of spectacle. Emily wanted to follow him, but her first step faltered. She steadied herself against a nearby building, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window. Her flawless makeup now showed a hint of disarray. Chapter 2 Tears had fallen without her noticing, smudging the fresh makeup around her eyes. Emily glanced down at the diamond ring on her left hand, a sense of foreboding spreading through her. The sudden appearance of this woman might shatter the happiness she had been waiting for. She couldn’t just stand here. She had to know who this woman was. After a moment to gather herself, she headed back to the hotel. The plane flew from Merika State back to Haven State. At Lichfield Hospital, Emily stood at the door of a hospital room, arms crossed, trying to see inside through the window. Justin’s friend, Zac White, the director of Lichfield Hospital, along with other doctors, were examining the restless woman on the hospital bed. Two female nurses held her steady as they conducted their checks. On the plane, her face had already been cleaned, and she had been given fresh clothes. “Emma Xander? Hasn’t she... disappeared for the past four years?” Zac was shocked. Where had Justin found her? The Yates and White families had pulled every string they could to find Emma, but after four years with no trace, they had finally given up. And now, here she was. After completing their examination, the doctors and nurses left the room. A heavy silence fell over the space. A moment later, Justin’s voice seemed to echo from a distance as he gazed at the woman, now sound asleep after a sedative. “How is she doing?” “She’s malnourished, traumatized, and a bit disoriented, but otherwise fine. She just needs some time to recover.” Justin stood by her bedside, clearly prepared to stay with her. Zac hesitated, wanting to say something, but thought better of it and left the room. He opened the door to find Emily waiting outside. Feeling awkward for his friend, Zac adjusted his silver-framed glasses and greeted her with a polite smile. “Hi, Miss Yates.” Emily nodded in acknowledgment. “Dr. White, what’s her name? And what is her relationship with Justin?” she asked bluntly, desperate to know who this woman was. Zac hesitated, uncertain how to explain that Emma was Justin’s long-lost first love. This was his friend’s private matter, after all, and not his to reveal. Before he could find the words, Justin opened the door and saw them standing outside. He frowned, clearly displeased. “Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?” Justin’s voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. “You proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now you’re holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And you’re not even coming home? Staying out all night?” “Stop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Seeing Justin’s dark expression, Zac stepped in, concerned that Emily might end up on the losing side of this argument. When Justin was angry, it rarely boded well for anyone. “It’s late. Let me arrange a car to take Miss Yates home,” Zac offered, trying to ease the tension. Emily, however, refused Zac’s offer. She wasn’t leaving without answers. “You think I’m being unreasonable? I’m your fiancée. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? “I’ll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, you’re coming home with me.” Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justin’s arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justin’s personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. Justin had always been there for her, always caring, always the first to pick up her calls, no matter if he was in a meeting or on a business trip. If she ever needed him, he would show up immediately. If she couldn’t be reached, he would search the whole city until he found her. But now, with this woman in the hospital room, he wouldn’t even let her near him? “What do you mean by this?” Emily’s voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didn’t respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancée he had just proposed to. Time seemed to stretch, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. “Don’t be childish.” Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? “If you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!” Emily’s heart ached, squeezing painfully in her chest. She knew it wasn’t the right moment to bring this up, but she couldn’t accept the idea that her future husband would spend the night in the hospital with another woman. Zac stood nearby, listening in shock. Marriage? Had Justin really proposed to Emily? And what about Emma in the hospital room? Justin glanced over his shoulder, worried that the woman asleep in the hospital bed might hear them and wake up. Emily noticed the concern in his eyes. It was an expression she had seen many times when he had worried about her. But now, that look was for someone else. He turned back to Emily, his voice still icy. “If you don’t want to get married, we can call it off. This isn’t the place for your drama. William, have the driver take her home.” He didn’t like being threatened, especially when it came to his marriage. Without another glance at her, he opened the door to the hospital room and went back inside. William stepped forward, maintaining his respectful tone. “Miss Yates, please don’t make this difficult for me. It’s time for you to go home.” Zac looked at Emily with sympathy. “Miss Yates, it’s late. Maybe it’s best to talk things over with Justin another time.” But how could they ever discuss this again? Her fiancé had just left her humiliated, choosing to stay with another woman without a care for her dignity. The hospital hallway lights felt harsh, blinding her with their brightness. Realizing that staying there made her look like a fool, Emily decided she wouldn’t let herself be a spectacle for others to watch. Clenching her purse tightly, Emily turned to leave. As she took a step, her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. Both Zac and William rushed to steady her, their grip gentlemanly but firm. “I’ll walk you to the car,” Zac offered. Leaning against the wall, Emily took a moment to steady herself, then shook her head. “I’m fine. I can get back on my own.” Her footsteps wobbled as she walked down the hallway, but she managed to keep her head high until she was out of their sight. After returning to the hospital room, Justin glanced down at Emma, who lay pale and frail on the bed. A strange weight settled in his chest, and the pervasive smell of antiseptic only added to his irritation. He tugged at his shirt collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons, but the air still felt suffocating. He stepped back out into the hallway, finding Zac and William waiting there. Emily was gone. “She left?” he asked, visibly more at ease now that she was no longer around. He didn’t want her disturbing Emma’s rest. “Yes, she’s gone,” Zac replied, hands in the pockets of his lab coat, nodding. With both of them standing there, Justin didn’t bother asking how Emily had left. “I’m stepping out for a break,” he said. Chapter 3 “So, Emma Xander’s back. What are you going to do?” Zac asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t mention Emily, but they both knew what he meant. One woman was the college sweetheart, the first love who had once saved Justin’s life. The other was the girlfriend who had been with him for three years, sharing his most intimate moments, and now, his fiancée. After a long pause, Justin replied, his voice cold and detached. “She was just a stand-in. She could never compare to Emma.” He went on, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he hadn’t been the one to propose to Emily in Merika State. “The role of Mrs. Yates will never be hers. It can only belong to Emma.” In a way, Emily had saved him the trouble of saying it himself when she had brought up their marriage in the hallway. Zac and Justin had been close friends since childhood, both growing up in privileged families, each carrying a bit of that self-centered mindset typical of their social circle. But this time, Zac couldn’t help feeling sorry for Emily. Emily, though an orphan with no family or wealth, was straightforward and honest. Over the past three years, she had complemented Justin perfectly, and in Zac’s eyes, they had seemed genuinely happy together. On the other hand, considering how long Emma had been abroad, it wasn’t hard to guess what she might have gone through. Zac didn’t care about things like V-card or a woman’s past, but he had always found Emma to be somewhat pretentious. Even back in college, she often disregarded Justin’s concerns, running off on her own without a second thought. After graduation, she mysteriously vanished during an overseas reunion party organized by a close group of alumni. Despite mobilizing every possible connection, they never found her. Even the police suggested they give up, implying that a young woman disappearing overseas was likely gone for good. At that time, Justin hadn’t fully taken over the company and wasn’t yet experienced in handling crises like these. Around the same time, his father, Henry Yates, was in a car accident and died despite emergency treatment. After the funeral, Justin was suddenly thrust into the dual responsibilities of inheriting the company and fending off his uncle, Harry Yates, who was trying to seize control. Thanks to his grandfather’s intervention, Justin managed to stabilize the corporation. By then, the critical window to find Emma had long passed, and any chance of finding her had all but disappeared. Zac clearly remembered how Justin had been consumed with frustration and self-blame during those days. And then Emily had come into his life, bringing him some peace. For that, Zac was truly grateful to her. “Emily’s been with you for three years,” Zac said, trying to speak up for her. “She’s an orphan, with no one else in the world. Isn’t it a bit cruel to treat her like this?” “Then I’ll keep her around,” Justin replied casually, brushing it off like it was no big deal. “But marriage? That’s not going to happen.” His tone was so offhanded, as if having another woman around didn’t matter at all. He didn’t see a problem with it. Keep her around? Really? Was he expecting her to stay hidden away as his stand-in lover, someone he kept out of sight? A mistress? A side piece? Emily didn’t leave the hospital right away. She sat on a bench behind the flower bed, letting the cold night air wash over her. She hadn’t expected to find out the truth like this. It turned out she was only here because she happened to look almost exactly like his lost one true love. And since she had lost her memory, he saw the perfect opportunity to mold her into the image of the woman he truly missed, hiding the truth from her and using her as a substitute. All the affection and indulgence he had shown her, it was never really for her. It was for the woman he had lost. Emma Xander. So that was her name, the one he had loved all his life. That was why he named her Emily, a name that allowed him to keep calling out for the one he had always loved. Even in their most intimate moments, he would call her “Em.” Whenever he whispered “Em” in that deep, seductive voice, full of passion, she would lose herself completely, sinking further into him. It turned out he was simply looking at her face and calling out another woman’s name all along. It dawned on her that the photo in Justin’s wallet must have been of Emma, not her. She had foolishly assumed the woman in that picture was herself. What a joke. From start to finish, Justin had shaped her into the image of his hidden love, his one true love. And she had naively believed that she had won him over, making him fall in love with her. In truth, she was nothing more than a piece in their story. Emily felt her heart plunge from a mountaintop to the depths of despair. She had gone from being a proud fiancée to a hidden stand-in, a shadow. She had liked, maybe even loved Justin. But her pride couldn’t accept that she had been someone else’s replacement all along, or that she was now the secret other woman. Resolved to leave, she felt a small sense of relief that Justin had only proposed. They weren’t married yet, and breaking up would be far easier than going through a divorce. For a moment, she felt grateful for Emma’s sudden appearance. “Miss Yates, where are you?” the driver called, stepping out of the car after waiting a while. “I’m here.” Emily pulled herself from her thoughts, putting on her usual calm expression. “Is it just you? Where’s Mr. Yates?” he asked. “He’s not coming back.” Emily rose from the bench by the flower bed and walked back to the car with the driver. She wore a cream-colored, knee-length dress in a sweet, innocent style. As an artist, she was open to trying any look, but it was Justin who had said he liked this style. So, for the past three years, she had dressed this way for him. The spring breeze brushed her bare calves, sending a chill through her. Zac looked a bit uncomfortable, “Emily didn’t leave?” So, she had heard everything they had said. Justin’s tone was just as indifferent, cold, and unfeeling. “Good. Let her hear it. She needs to know her place and avoid causing any more scenes like tonight.” With that, he turned and walked away from the garden, completely unfazed by the fact that Emily had overheard him. Emily sat quietly during the ride back to Villa One. Mrs. Zimmer greeted her at the door, her face lighting up warmly after a few days apart. “You’re back! It must’ve been tiring, traveling with Mr. Yates.” Emily nodded wearily, barely acknowledging her. “Yes.” “Where’s Mr. Yates?” Mrs. Zimmer glanced behind her, looking for Justin. “He won’t be back tonight.” Emily’s voice was detached, as if his return made no difference to her. Mrs. Zimmer looked slightly disappointed at first, but then her face lit up with a knowing smile, the kind that came from having seen a lot in life. She took Emily’s suitcase and gently urged her to go get some rest in the bedroom. Once inside, Emily understood Mrs. Zimmer’s smile. The room was dimly lit, with candles arranged at various heights, casting a soft, romantic glow. Flowers and scented candles adorned the surfaces, and a bottle of champagne sat open on the table. Even the usual heavy gray curtains had been replaced with delicate lace, adding an air of intimacy. The bed was covered in thick rose petals, the entire room transformed into a romantic setting. Clearly, this had been Justin’s arrangement before their trip. Exhausted, Emily didn’t have the energy to clean up, and it was too late to bother Mrs. Zimmer. Chapter 4 Emily found the remote to turn on the lights, then looked for something handy to snuff out each candle one by one. Afterward, she retrieved her nightgown from the closet and headed for a shower. As she walked into the bathroom, she noticed the ring still on her left hand. She slipped it off and tossed it into the corner of her jewelry box. When she returned to the bedroom, she brushed all the rose petals off the bed and settled under the covers, pulling them over her head. She instinctively lay on the left side of the bed, where she was used to sleeping. Justin would always hold her close, gradually shifting over to the left with her until they were practically glued together. Now, the right side of the bed was glaringly empty. To fill the space, she scooted to the center, tossing the extra pillow onto the floor, finally feeling comfortable. She turned off the lights and went to sleep. Two days passed without any word from Justin. He was likely at the hospital with Emma or busy with work. Emily didn’t care and hadn’t reached out, maintaining a complete radio silence. The morning sun was bright, and the spring breeze was warm as she lounged on a deck chair in the villa’s garden, enjoying a face mask. Her mind wandered to practical matters. She had spent some time reviewing the contract she signed three years ago to be Justin’s “contract lover.” It was set to expire automatically after three years, which was now less than four months away. When it ended, she would receive a payout of twenty million. Between that, and the allowance and holiday bonuses he had given her over the years, she had saved nearly six million. She had barely spent any of it, so it was all tucked away. It seemed she would be in decent shape financially, and finding a job after leaving wouldn’t be too hard. As for a place to live, she could buy a similarly sized home, and maybe invite Helen to move in as a roommate. It would be nice to have company. She did regret not being able to take Mrs. Zimmer with her. If she could, it would be perfect. The phone on the coffee table buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. Emily picked it up, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and a new message notification popped up at the top of the screen. She tapped to open it. It was from her friend, Helen Walker. They had met a year ago while shopping, when Helen insisted on becoming friends after seeing her just once. With no memory of any past friendships, Emily had found Helen easy to talk to, and they had gradually become close. “How was your time in Merika State? When are you coming back?” Helen had attached a mischievous emoji with a smirk. “I’m already back.” “Already? That was quick.” “I thought Justin looked strong. Guess he didn’t last long? Not up to it?” “Not just ‘not up to it’. He can’t even get started.” Emily replied, seizing the chance to curse him. On the other end, Helen raised an eyebrow. It looked like Justin had managed to tick off her friend. But she wasn’t too concerned as they had argued before. Couples fought, and it usually blew over. “Perfect timing then. I’m heading to the TC Mall in a bit to stock up on some new clothes. Let’s hit the mall together and grab some food afterward. Get ready and meet me there.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you at the mall.” Emily agreed readily. She had spent the past couple of days clearing out the sweet, youthful clothes she didn’t like. Her wardrobe could use a refresh. She put down the phone and washed off her face mask. Glancing at the nearly empty wardrobe, she picked out a casual athletic outfit and did a quick, simple makeup look. Fresh and tidy, she got ready to head out. “Mrs. Zimmer, I’m meeting a friend to go shopping. I’ll have lunch out,” Emily said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, Miss Yates. Will you be back for dinner?” Mrs. Zimmer, who was supervising the housekeeper’s cleaning, looked up to ask. Emily paused while slipping on her shoes, thinking about how unpredictable Helen could be and that they hadn’t seen each other in a while. She might not be back for dinner. “Not sure yet. I’ll text you later if I’ll be back in time.” “Understood.” As Emily opened the door, she found Justin’s assistant, Sam Spencer, just about to knock. “Hi, Sam,” she greeted him coolly, planning to step around him to leave. “Hi, Miss Yates. Mr. Yates has a flight out of town this afternoon for a business trip. Could I trouble you to help pack his things before you go?” Sam’s tone was respectful, as usual. Emily didn’t move. “Mrs. Zimmer, Justin’s going on a trip. Could you please help with his packing?” “Miss Yates, this…?” Sam’s face showed confusion. “What? Before I came along, didn’t Justin have someone to handle his luggage?” Her expression was calm, her tone light. “Of course. You’re absolutely right, Miss Yates,” Sam replied, beads of sweat forming as he carefully balanced his response, not daring to offend either side. In the past, Emily had always packed for Justin’s business trips. She had done it so many times that she knew exactly what he would need for any occasion. But now, she had no desire to continue. He had used her as a stand-in, and every time he watched her pack his bags, he must have thought she looked foolish. Three years. Now that she thought back, there had been plenty of strange looks and behaviors from Justin that she hadn’t picked up on. She had been utterly blind. But she wouldn’t be foolish anymore. Emily was ready to leave, but Sam was blocking the door, preventing her from going. She urged Mrs. Zimmer to hurry with the packing. Mrs. Zimmer quickly filled the suitcase and handed it to Sam, who was waiting in the living room. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had barely passed. That was fast. "Mrs. Zimmer, are you sure it’s all packed? Should we check to make sure nothing’s missing?" he asked cautiously. Emily replied without emotion, “Isn’t the flight at noon? If you keep dragging your feet, he’ll miss it. Besides, anything he needs can be bought over there.” She checked her watch, starting to feel a bit pressed for time. If she delayed much longer, Helen would end up waiting impatiently, and they would miss out on shopping before lunch. And who wanted to try on clothes with a full stomach? “Of course, Miss Yates. I’ll head over to the office to pick up Mr. Yates,” Sam said with a polite smile, making his way out. Emily nodded and headed down to the garage. She chose a white luxury car and drove off. Meanwhile, Sam took the suitcase to the sleek black car parked discreetly by the curb. He placed it in the trunk, then settled into the front passenger seat. The driver, Justin’s bodyguard, William, started the car. But instead of heading to the airport, they were bound for Lichfield Hospital. “How much longer until Emily’s contract is up?” Justin’s voice was calm and emotionless, as if he were discussing a routine business matter. Sam immediately understood that the question was directed at him. He quickly recalled the contract details. “Less than four months, Mr. Yates.” “Draft a new agreement and deliver it to her when the time comes,” Justin instructed. Keeping her around for three years had cost him little, and continuing to support her wasn’t an issue. But he was done with her. He wouldn’t touch her again or return to Villa One. Recalling the scene from the hospital hallway two nights ago, he added without hesitation, “Include a clause that ensures she never shows up in front of Emma again.” Sam was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his professional composure. “Understood, Mr. Yates.” Chapter 5 People said billionaires were cold and indifferent in their personal lives, switching women as easily as they changed clothes. For the past three years, Mr. Yates had only been with Miss Yates, making him seem like a devoted man. But it looked like he could move on in an instant. Who knew how long Miss Xander would last by his side? Sam had joined the company three years ago, right when Justin took over RC Corporation, so he wasn’t familiar with the complicated history between Emma and Justin. Inside TC Mall, Emily was browsing through clothes, each piece a far cry from her usual sweet and innocent style. “Babe, switching things up?” Helen asked, watching as Emily picked up a long black dress with a slitted hem. It would look stunning on Emily’s curves. Emily held the dress up to herself in the mirror, unfazed. “Yep, time for a change. Do you think this would look better with a shawl or a jacket?” She turned to give Helen a look. “A shawl, definitely. It’ll highlight your figure beautifully,” Helen replied with her usual style advice. “That’s what I thought too.” Helen eyed the dress. “That dress is so feminine. Will your guy even let you wear it out? Doesn’t Justin only let you wear those sweet, innocent schoolgirl outfits?” Helen couldn’t help but mentally criticize Justin’s taste. What kind of fashion sense did he have anyway? A multinational CEO, a man with a grip on the Haven State economy, yet he liked her to dress like a schoolgirl. “His taste doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not something I’m concerned about,” Emily replied casually, completely indifferent. She handed the dress to a fitting assistant with a similar build, having her try it on for her. High-end stores like this one often had staff who modeled the clothes for clients, so she didn’t have to try them on herself. Emily picked out a few more items in different styles for the assistant to model. If she liked them, she would buy them. When she was satisfied with her choices, she scanned her card and paid, then filled out the delivery details for Villa One. The clothes would be sent straight there. After they had finished shopping, they went for lunch. With no one else around, Emily finally shared her situation with Helen that she had been Justin’s stand-in for his one true love. Now that his true love had returned, she was planning to leave him. “That despicable man!” Helen burst out, her emotions flaring. “Keep it down.” Emily quickly covered Helen’s mouth and glanced around to see if anyone at nearby tables was paying attention to them. Helen lowered her voice but was still fuming. “Justin might look put-together, but he’s not even half a man. His first love disappears, so he goes and finds a stand-in? “Why didn’t he just get plastic surgery to look like her? Then he could see her every time he looked in the mirror. “Good for you for walking away. You should break up with him. No! Just breaking up is too good for that pompous human garbage! You need to dump him into the sewers!” LMAO, where did Helen even learn these insults from? Just then, the server brought out a tray with seasoned meats, fresh vegetables, and a variety of salsas. Emily began assembling her own tacos, adding the toppings she liked best. “The contract’s up in four months. I’m planning to buy a place.” “What for? Just stay with me. I’ve got a room for you.” “My address is still tied to Justin’s place. Since I’ve decided to leave, I need a clean break. I’ll need my own place to change everything over,” Emily explained, outlining her plan. Her heart felt numb now, no longer as raw as it had been the night she’d learned the truth in the hospital garden. “Then you can cancel your lease and move in with me! We’ll be family!" Emily suggested excitedly. Helen suppressed the impulse to tell Emily that they were already family. Given Emily's amnesia, she didn’t want to overwhelm her with too much information all at once. Instead, she nodded. “Alright, I’ll move in with you. I’ll start looking around for a place for you. Actually the place I rent now is quite nice. The location and neighborhood are perfect. I’ll check if the landlord’s interested in selling, though it’s a resale property.” “I don’t care if it’s new or used. As long as it’s clean and ready to go, I’m good.” Emily didn’t need much. After leaving the cushy life she had been used to, she was perfectly fine doing things on her own. She found the independence kind of refreshing. After lunch, they picked up some accessories to go with the new outfits, light enough to carry back on her own. Emily said goodbye to Helen and drove back to Villa One. By the time she got back, the clothes she had bought that morning had already been delivered, ironed, and neatly hung in the walk-in closet by the house staff. She hadn’t bought much, just enough to last the next few months and to keep the move as hassle-free as possible. The women’s side of the closet was nearly empty, with only a few of her favorite pieces hanging. She grabbed a new loungewear set to change into and happened to glance over at the men’s side, packed with Justin’s clothes. Emily didn’t linger. She strode past it without a second thought. As she was heading to the bathroom, her phone rang from the sofa. She put down the clothes and picked up the call. “Hello, is this Miss Yates?” “Yes, this is.” “I’m a nurse from Lichfield Hospital. Your health screening results are in. When would be a convenient time for you to come pick them up?” Emily remembered that Justin had taken her for a checkup just before their trip to Merika State. She had forgotten all about it until this call. “I’ll come by tomorrow morning.” “Very well. Have a nice day.” The next day, Emily went to Lichfield Hospital. “Plan to have a baby?” “That’s right. Mr. Yates specifically requested it during his screening. Your health is excellent, Miss Yates. Your ovulation cycle is regular, so we recommend folic acid, Vitamin B1, and plenty of protein. With the right timing and frequency, you should be expecting good news soon.” The doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly. Emily’s fingers tightened around the report, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She had been trying hard not to think about Justin lately, but this report hit her unexpectedly hard. “Miss Yates, I’ll prescribe you two boxes of folic acid and Vitamin B1. Be sure to take them regularly.” Emily interrupted him, finding an excuse to refuse. “Thanks, doctor, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll get them on my own.” The doctor wasn’t surprised. Wealthy women like her often had access to premium brands from various sources, so declining hospital-prescribed supplements wasn’t unusual. Emily left the hospital in a daze, only coming to her senses when she reached a sunny spot outside. She tossed the health report into the trash bin. With Emma back, Justin clearly had no intention of having children with her. And she certainly didn’t want to give him one, either. It was easier to pretend she didn’t know what the checkup had really been for. Meanwhile, in the hospital’s garden, the spring sunlight was warm and gentle. Justin was pushing Emma’s wheelchair, letting her enjoy the sunshine. “Justin, you’re busy with work. You don’t have to be here with me all the time. I can manage on my own,” Emma said, her voice soft and considerate. “Focus on getting better. Don’t worry about anything else.” Justin felt a deep guilt about Emma’s disappearance, blaming himself for not protecting her better. He believed his negligence had allowed her to be taken and vanish without a trace. Over the past few days, he had tried to gather clues from her about what happened, but whenever he brought it up, she would break down, unable to share any details. Emily hadn’t expected to see Justin at the hospital. Hadn’t Sam said Justin was out of town on a business trip?	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2,548,829	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548387}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:53	active	1932	😍Read the next chapters👉	At Grace Mansion, the lanterns in the corridors cast intricate shadows on the window frames, resembling beasts looming on the walls. Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap, her slender body hidden beneath plain clothes. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. Barrett Warren was still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Standing under the dim light, he looked commanding and handsome. His face showed a mix of determination and a touch of regret. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! Everything Carissa had done over the past year had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother. She’s made her very happy. Even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was seriously ill. I brought in the best physician to treat her. I managed the estate’s affairs by day and stayed up nights by her bedside. It was only because of this that her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was stating the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" Chapter 2 Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. This household was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” Lulu held her forehead and gasped. “But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children.” Tears finally welled up in Carissa’s eyes at the mention of her parents. Her father had stayed loyal to her mother, never taking a concubine. They had six sons and one daughter. All her brothers followed her father to the battlefield. Three years ago, none returned from the Southern Frontier. Though she was a girl, Carissa came from a family of warriors and started training as a child. At the age of seven, she was sent to study under a master, where she also learned military strategy. When she returned home at fifteen, she learned her father and brothers had died a year earlier. Her mother, who had gone blind from crying too much, held Carissa close and said, "You must live like the noble girls in the kingdom. Find a good husband, marry, have children, and lead a peaceful life. You’re the only child I have left.” Carissa felt like someone had gouged her heart out. The pain she felt was so intense she couldn't even bring herself to cry. Determined to please her mother, she spent a year mastering the traditional values and duties expected of a noblewoman. She also learned accounting and how to manage a household. Not only was Carissa the Marquis of Northwatch's daughter, but she was also known for her beauty. So, suitors flooded their doorstep. Her mother had chosen Barrett because he had sworn he would never take another wife if he married Carissa. But six months ago, tragedy struck. All the residents of Northwatch Estate were murdered. No one was spared, not even the children or servants. Each victim suffered numerous knife wounds, and their bodies were brutally dismembered. Carissa’s youngest nephew had been only two and a half years old, born after the death of her third brother. The local authorities and garrison unit captured a few of the assailants. After further investigation, they were discovered to be spies from an enemy kingdom, Westhaven. The war at the front line was raging, yet these spies didn't hesitate to reveal themselves just to annihilate her family. The manner of the murder suggested it was more of a personal vengeance than anything else. When Carissa received the news, she rushed home, only to find her grandmother’s and mother’s gruesomely dismembered bodies. Blood stained every corner of the residence, and the dead were left in agonizing states. Now, Carissa was the lone survivor of the marquis' family. The idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. They saw her merely as a delicate, fragile woman. However, Aurora was different. She had earned military merits for her contribution to the war and became the first female general in history. Even the queen dowager had high praise for her. With Aurora supporting Barrett, his future would be more secure. That was the reason the Warren family readily agreed to the marriage. Chapter 3 Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list. "Alright." Just looking at the list put her in a melancholy mood. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she would suffer hardships in her husband's home. "My lady, where can we go? Are we returning to Northwatch Estate? Or should we go back to Meadow Ridge?" Lulu asked, looking distressed. Images of the bloodstained estate and the tragic deaths of her family members flashed through Carissa’s mind, causing a sudden pang of pain in her heart. "Anywhere is better than staying here." "If you leave, you’ll be giving them exactly what they want." "So be it. If I stay, I’ll spend my whole life suffering as I watch those two be affectionate. Lulu, I must live well to give my parents and brothers peace in the afterlife," Carissa replied calmly. "My lady!" Lulu wept bitterly. She had been born and raised in Northwatch Estate. The murder had claimed the lives of everyone, including her own family. The images still haunted her, and returning there seemed unthinkable. "Is there no other way?" Lulu asked desperately. Carissa’s eyes grew cold. "There is. I could confront the king and use my family’s achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I’ll take my own life in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa’s expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I’m that silly? If I manage to reach the king, I’ll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. The wealth from Northwatch Estate was more than enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. She wouldn't degrade herself unnecessarily. Just then, someone called from outside, "Madam Carissa, the matriarch has requested your presence!" "It’s Jade, Madam Rebecca's maid. It seems like Madam Rebecca wants to try and persuade you," Lulu whispered. Carissa straightened up, her expression serious. "Then, let’s go." The evening sun glowed like blood, and the autumn wind was chilly. The late king had bestowed the Warren family's current residence, Valor Estate, upon Barrett's grandfather. Though once prestigious, it had fallen into decline. Most of the Warren family's men were warriors who fought on battlefields. Only a few were civil servants who worked in the palace. Barrett’s father, Jonathan, didn’t fare well in his official career. His second uncle, Gregory, only held a minor post in the Royal Citadel. Barrett and his eldest brother, Benjamin, were somewhat successful in the military. But before their recent victory, they were only fourth-ranked majors. Both families still lived together in Valor Estate. Splitting the family would only hasten their decline. Accompanied by Lulu, Carissa arrived at Rebecca’s room. Rebecca's complexion looked a bit better, and she was sitting up in bed. She smiled warmly when she saw Carissa. "You’re here." Benjamin and his wife, Amelia Morgan, were also in the room. Barrett's sister, Serena, and the other children of the concubines were present as well. Barrett's second aunt, Charlotte Lewis, was also seated nearby. However, her expression was cold and somewhat disdainful. "Hello, Mother. Aunt Charlotte, Benjamin, Amelia," Carissa greeted them politely. "Carissa, come here." Rebecca gestured for her daughter-in-law to sit by her bedside. The older woman held Carissa's hand affectionately and happily said, "Now that Barrett is back, you have someone to rely on. This year has been so hard on you, especially with what happened to your family. You’re the only one left of the marquis' family. Fortunately, all of that is behind you now." Rebecca was shrewd. She made it clear that Carissa would need to depend on the Warren family in the future, since her family was gone. Carissa pulled her hand away and calmly said, "Mother, I heard you met General Yates today." Rebecca hadn’t expected Carissa to be so straightforward. Her smile froze for a moment before she replied, "Yes, I did. She’s rather rough around the edges and doesn’t compare to you in terms of looks." Carissa gazed at her mother-in-law steadily. "So, are you saying you don't like her?" Chapter 4 Rebecca forced a smile. "How can I decide that after meeting her only once? But since the king has arranged the marriage, it’s a done deal. In the future, she and Barrett will earn military merits together, while you manage the household and enjoy the benefits of their hard work. Isn’t that nice?" "Yes, I'm sure," Carissa replied with a smile. "But it’s quite unfair to make General Yates a concubine." Rebecca laughed. "You silly child, how could she be a concubine? The king’s edict makes her Barrett's legal wife. Also, she’s a military officer who holds an official rank. Officials can’t be concubines. She'll be a legal wife like you. There won't be any distinction between ranks for the two of you." "No distinction? Is there such a custom in our kingdom?" Carissa asked. Rebecca’s expression grew a bit colder. "Carissa, you’ve always been sensible. Now that you’ve married into our family, you should prioritize us. According to the Defense Minister, Aurora’s contributions in this battle were greater than Barrett’s. With you managing the household, they'll be able to work together as husband and wife and focus on their military service. In the future, they'll surely become famous generals like his grandfather." Carissa’s tone remained chilly as she said, "If they’re husband and wife, then I have no role here." "How can you say that? Aren’t you still in charge of the household?" countered Rebecca, displeased. "I only managed the household because Amelia was unwell. Now that she has recovered, she should resume her duties. I’ll go over the accounts tomorrow and hand everything back to her," Carissa replied. Amelia quickly interjected, "I’m still not fully recovered. Besides, everyone is satisfied with how you’ve been managing things. You should continue doing it." Carissa smiled mockingly. Everyone was satisfied because she had spent her own money to support them. Most of it went towards Rebecca’s medical expenses. Sebastian Dalton was a renowned physician, and his medicine was costly. Only a few could afford his services. Rebecca’s medicine cost over a hundred coins a month, amounting to more than a thousand coins a year. As for the other household expenses, Carissa occasionally subsidized them. For example, she would sometimes use fabrics and silks from her family’s business to make new clothes for everyone throughout the year. She didn’t mind it before, as she had really wished to spend her life with Barrett. However, circumstances had changed. She no longer wanted to be a fool. Carissa stood up and said, "That’s settled, then. I’ll hand over the accounts tomorrow and won’t be involved in household matters anymore." "Stop right there!" Rebecca's face darkened with anger. "Carissa, you’re being unreasonable. Men having multiple wives and concubines is normal. If you can't accept that, people will say you're narrow-minded and jealous." Carissa’s compliance over the past year had made the Warren family think she was easy to manipulate. They believed a few harsh words would always keep her in line. Carissa’s expression was calm, a stark contrast to her usual docility. "People can say whatever they want. I'm not concerned about their opinions." Rebecca was so angry that she struggled to breathe and coughed harshly for a long while. In the past, Carissa would have rushed to help her. She would pat the older woman's back and try to soothe her. But now, Carissa remained where she was. The soft evening light from the doorway highlighted her delicate, almost ethereal beauty. "Carissa, look how badly you've upset Mom," Serena said as she stepped forward. Her round, youthful face puffed with anger as she glared at Carissa. "This isn’t even about you. Do you think your family is still as prestigious as it once was? Your parents and brothers are gone; you're the only one left. Aren't you afraid that Barrett will divorce you if you keep putting on airs like you're a young lady from a prestigious family?" Carissa looked at her sister-in-law, who was dressed in a pale yellow outfit that Carissa had procured for her in early autumn. Now, wearing the clothes Carissa had provided, Serena dared to question her authority. How utterly… unsensible of her. "Take off that dress you’re wearing before you try to lecture me," Carissa said coolly. Serena’s cheeks flushed with anger. "I didn’t beg you to get this dress for me. You can have it back if you don’t want me to have it." "Fine. And don’t forget the jewelry you’re wearing. I expect it all to be returned to me." After Carissa said that, her gaze swept across the room. The only one who seemed pleased with the situation was Charlotte. Everyone else looked grim. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving." With that, Carissa turned and walked out decisively. Chapter 5 The Warren family members exchanged puzzled glances. None expected the usually agreeable Carissa to stand her ground so firmly this time. She even defied Rebecca, the matriarch of the family! “She’ll come around. She doesn’t have any other choice,” Rebecca said coldly. That was true. With Carissa's family gone, she had no one to rely on except the Warren family. Besides, she was still Barrett's rightful wife, and it wasn’t like she had been mistreated. - Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu returned to Northwatch Estate. The estate was bleak and covered in fallen leaves. After just half a year of neglect, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds that were taller than a person. Stepping back into the estate, Carissa’s heart ached fiercely. Six months ago, she had collapsed upon hearing that her family had been murdered. She had wept when she saw the lifeless bodies of her grandmother and mother—their corpses cold and devoid of warmth. Every corner of the estate had been stained with blood. Memorial plaques for her ancestors and mother had been placed at the estate’s family chapel. Carissa and Lulu prepared flowers to place on the plaques, their tears unceasing. Carissa knelt before her parents’ memorials. Though her eyes were swollen from crying, they held a determined gaze. “Dad, Mom, if you can hear me from heaven, please forgive your daughter for what she is about to do. It’s not that I don’t want a peaceful life with a husband and children, but Barrett is not someone I can trust with my life. Rest assured, I promise Lulu and I will live well.” Lulu knelt beside her, sobbing uncontrollably. After they were done, they boarded a carriage and headed straight for the palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. Lulu was distressed and said, “My lady, the king might not see you. Maybe he thinks you’re here to oppose his edict about the marriage. You didn’t eat last night or have breakfast today. Are you holding up okay? Should I go get you something to eat?” “I’m not hungry.” The only thing Carissa felt was the unwavering resolve to dissolve her marriage and return home. “Please don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s not worth getting sick over. Why don’t we just let it go? After all, you’re still the rightful wife and the lady of the Warren family. Even if General Yates is to be a legal wife, she’ll just be a glorified concubine at best. Maybe we should just endure it?” Lulu pleaded. Carissa’s gaze was cold. “Lulu, if you’re going to talk like that, don’t speak at all.” Lulu sighed, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do. She had hoped that once Barrett returned, Carissa would find some peace. But the situation had only worsened. - In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t see her. The edict has been issued, and I can’t take it back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have made significant contributions.” “If we speak of military achievements, the Marquis of Northwatch and General Sullivan’s contributions surpass all others,” Derek countered. Salvador remembered the Marquis of Northwatch, Hector Sinclair. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Carissa was a familiar face from those days, though she had been a delicate child. He still remembered her fair skin and endearing looks. Salvador had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers. When Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. Apart from his brother who was known as the Devil Monarch on the battlefield, the kingdom had no other capable generals. In the recent war with Westhaven, Dominic Sullivan’s third son had lost an arm. Dominic's seventh son had been murdered, though this had been kept secret. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants. I'll even give her a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” Chapter 6 Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Salvador remembered the Sinclair family. Knowing that Carissa was now the only one left stirred a feeling of pity in him. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "I have already issued the edict. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I implore you to issue another edict. I want to divorce General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "What? You want a divorce?" Salvador thought she had come to ask him to rescind the marriage edict. He never expected a plea for a divorce. Holding back tears, Carissa pleaded, "Your Majesty, General Warren and General Yates sought the marriage edict with their military achievements. "Today is the death anniversary of my father and brothers. I wish to seek an edict to divorce my husband based on my late family's military merits. Please, Your Majesty, I'm begging you." "Carissa, do you know what you'll face after the divorce?" Salvador asked, a complicated expression on his face. Carissa hadn't heard Salvador call her by name in a long time. When he was still the crown prince, he used to occasionally visit Northwatch Estate. He would always find some interesting little gifts to give her when he did. After Carissa later went to Meadow Ridge to study under her master, they never saw each other again. "I do," she affirmed. There was a hint of a smile on Carissa's stunning face. But no matter how one looked at it, the smile seemed tinged with irony. "I'm sure you know the saying that a true gentleman appreciates and helps others to fulfill their aspirations, right? Even though I'm not a gentleman, I don't want to hinder General Warren and General Yates from being together," Carissa added. "Carissa, there's no one left at Northwatch Estate. Are you really going to go back there? Have you thought about your future?" Salvador asked. "I returned to the estate today to visit my family's memorial plaques. Seeing how the estate has fallen into disrepair made me want to live there again. I'll adopt a son for my father's sake, so there will still be someone to honor his memory," Carissa explained. Salvador had thought she was being impulsive; he hadn't expected her to be so considerate. "You're Barrett's legal wife. Aurora can't undermine your position. You really don't need a divorce." Carissa looked up with tear-filled eyes that were firm with resolve. "Your Majesty, that's meaningless. I don't want to waste my life like this. I'm the only one left from the Marquis of Northwatch's' family. My father and brothers lived honorably and bravely throughout their lives. I don't want to settle for a life of mediocrity." "I know you have feelings for Barrett. Are you willing to let go?" Salvador asked. Feelings? Not really. Carissa simply admired military men, and her mother had wanted her to marry and lead a stable life. That was why she had agreed to the marriage. Carissa smiled. At this moment, she looked like a strong woman who would be able to flourish even in the most challenging circumstances. "If he can let go of me, then I can let go of him," she declared. Beneath her delicate appearance, she possessed an unyielding backbone. This stunned Salvador. He had never seen such a woman before. He felt a pang of confusion, remembering the carefree little girl who used to smile all day long. Now, she was married and soon to be abandoned. To the world, divorce still meant abandonment. This was especially true in Carissa’s situation, as Barrett had publicly sought the marriage edict. Being a woman was already difficult, and she would have it even harder. How would she negotiate future marriages? There was no one left in her family to do it for her. Thinking of this, Salvador recalled Hector's merits, especially how they had saved each other on the battlefield, and his heart softened towards Carissa. "Alright, I agree. You may leave now. In a few days, the edict of divorce will be sent to the general's residence," Salvador said. Carissa breathed a sigh of relief and bowed her head. "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" As Salvador watched her, he was suddenly reminded of when she was a little girl, and his heart softened further. "Carissa, if anyone mistreats you in the future, come to the palace and see me." "Thank you, Your Majesty!" Carissa bowed once again.	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2,548,180	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:48	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,548,289	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548126}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:48	active	1932	Read more FREE chapters👉	This wasn’t the first time I received photos of Owen cheating on me. The blonde hair and slender build of the woman kissing him reminded me of my best friend Josie. Could it be…? No, she would never do that to me! With trembling fingers, I dropped my phone. How could my husband cheat on me?! I thought I was the most important person in his life. After 7 horrible years at the orphanage, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I saved Owen's life when we were young. His family was so grateful that they took me in. How could Owen betray me after everything we went through?! We grew up together and were always inseparable. We fell in love and got married when we were 22 years old. I can’t believe that was almost 3 years ago now. But Owen had been acting very strange lately. These photos seemed to explain why… I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. He must be upstairs. I walked up the stairs and heard him talking to his friend Simon on the phone. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” His words gave me icy chills. “You should be happy, Simon. I know you like Noah. If we get a divorce, you can have her.” Owen continued. “He said...what?” I couldn’t believe my ears and cried in my heart, “How dare he talk about me like that? I wasn't just some object he could give away! ” Hearing Owen’s frivolous talk with his friend, I felt sick. I grew up with him and got married for so many years. But he recently acted like a stranger. Did he have a new love? Why did he treat me in such a cruel way?! I was almost to open the door to question him, but suddenly I hesitated, “Question him and then what? Do I want divorce? No, I don’t think so. Anyway, I have to calm down. At least I need to have a talk with him first. I need to know what happened to our marriage.” So, I quietly made my way back downstairs. I tried to forget about what I heard by preparing dinner. As I was dishing up our pasta, the delightful scent of italian herbs drifted through the house. I heard Owen come downstairs. “Just in time for your dinner, hun!” I said, trying to sound normal. But he was wearing his coat and gelled hair. He looked handsome as ever and ready to leave. I could smell his aftershave - my favorite smell in the world. “Where are you going? It’s getting late and dinner is ready.” I said. “Dinner with a client. Don’t wait for me.” Owen replied and left without hesitation. I sat alone at the table, looking at the food I’d carefully prepared for him. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I listlessly turned the spaghetti round and round with my fork. I wasn’t hungry. After storing away the leftovers, I stared at the TV for a while. Nothing could get my mind off of Owen and whoever that blonde tramp was. I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my mascara stained face and looked at myself in the mirror. Why did he stop loving me? Am I not beautiful enough? Did I not do enough to make him happy? I gave my body a scrutinizing glance, suddenly seeing all the parts of me that weren’t perfect. My belly wasn’t as flat as it used to be. Maybe I should’ve had my lips done, like my friend Josie. Mine always used to be fuller than hers. But now she had the plump, luscious lips of a model. After washing up, I went to bed. Dropping my face into my pillow, I felt miserable. I tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept wandering. Where was Owen? And with who? Will he even come home tonight? At 1 am, I finally heard the key turn in the front door. From all the stumbling I could hear Owen was very drunk. I swiftly made my way downstairs to help him to the bedroom. He started kissing me and said a blurry name. I tried to identify what it was. After he repeated it many times, I was shocked. It sounded like... “Joise”! “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I helped his heavy body into bed. He grunted some words I couldn’t understand. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. I cried and pleaded with him to see that it was me, not Josie. He pushed me away. As his head hit the pillow, he started snoring right away. Looking at my husband - completely drunk - I didn’t recognize the man I knew and loved. I tried to sleep next to him. But it felt like I was lying next to a stranger. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa all night, wide eyed, thinking about what happened between us. The next morning, Owen came downstairs after a shower. I wanted to ask him how he was feeling. He must be hungover. When I got up from the couch, I felt very weak and feverish. The sleepless night must've made me sick. “Owen, are you OK?” I asked as I struggled to walk over to him. I really wanted to hug him. If only for a sense of comfort. He swept my arms away and told me to leave him alone. I was so weak and dizzy, his push made me fall. Owen was stunned for a moment. Then he said coldly, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.” I scrambled up to my feet, and looked at him with a shocked expression. Suddenly, his phone rang. As he lifted it to his ear, the screen lit up. I could clearly see who was calling: “Josie”. Chapter 2 - Hope Noah My heart sank when Owen picked up the phone. The screen clearly said “Josie”. He answered: “Hello? Yes, of course, sir. I can take a look at those documents for you.” I couldn't believe Owen was lying to my face. He glanced at me, then quickly walked over to the kitchen. When he thought I couldn't hear him, his voice softened. He sounded so sweet. Although I couldn’t hear his words, the way he spoke to Josie reminded me of the beginning of our romance. Owen was still trying to hide his betrayal from me. He must have forgotten that he gave away his secret last night, when he called me Josie. Those pictures on my phone left no doubt. He was cheating on me, with my best friend. I leaned up against the wall. I felt weakened by my fever and this emotional rollercoaster. I stared at my husband as he came back inside the living room. He avoided my eyes. It felt as if he had become a stranger. In the past, he would’ve never let me suffer like this. “I’ll pick you up later.” Owen said, ready to go. I grabbed his hand and begged him to stay with me. “Please, don’t leave. I'm sick, Owen. I need to see a doctor. I’m too weak to be all by myself.” He was very impatient. He said he had some important business to deal with. I couldn’t help crying as I watched him leave. My husband and my best friend were betraying me, behind my back. I walked up the stairs slowly, carefully holding on to the railing. I was so weak and fragile. Bed rest was my best option right now. I really needed my husband to take care of me. When we got married, he vowed to me: “In sickness and in health, in good times and bad”. This was definitely a bad time, and he was nowhere to be seen. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even worse. In my feverish haze, I reached for my phone and tried to call Owen. I opened my recent contacts and found that Owen had not had any calls with me these days at all. I had to open the contact list to look for him, but a few minutes later I dialed out with a headache and dizziness. Almost immediately I heard: “Hello, Noah?” The voice on the phone sounded very deep. I figured Owen got a cold after his late night out. “I’m so sick, I’m so weak. I need to get to the hospital. Please, come back, please…” I pleaded, my voice weak and trembling. “I’ll be right there.” Said the voice on the phone and hung up right away. His voice sounded different from before. And his tone was a little urgent. What’s wrong? I didn’t have enough energy to think about it. At least he might still care about me. That comforted me a lot. Before long, there was a heavy knock on the door. Did Owen leave his key? I opened the door, expecting to look into Owen's gray eyes, but found Raymond's kind, hazel brown eyes instead. What was he doing here? Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, tanned and handsome. His chocolate brown hair matched his eyes. With his strong, square jaw and muscular body. I always thought Owen was one of the most attractive men I knew. It wasn't until Raymond’s appearance that I realized how dominant the handsome genes are in this family in terms of good looking. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back several years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. “Does Owen know you’re sick?” Raymond said, looking concerned. “How did you know I'm sick? Do I look that terrible?” I asked, suddenly aware that I was only wearing my little nightgown, had no make-up on and had my hair up in a messy bun. Raymond smiled. “Don't worry, Noah. I got your call earlier.” Oops, I must have pressed the number of “Owen’s Boss” instead of “Owen”. I apologized for the inconvenience. “You are a member of our family, Noah. It’s my duty to take care of you. And you are never an inconvenience to me.” Raymond said as he took me by the arm to support me. He led me to his streamlined, dark gray Mercedes to drive me to the hospital. I sat down on the cream colored leather seat. His car smelled brand new. The seat was heated, which helped warm me up, but I was still shivering. Raymond took off his suede blazer and handed it to me. His simple act of kindness made me feel warm, inside and out. “Thank you, Raymond. This means a lot to me.” I said with a relieved sigh. “Of course, Noah. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.” He responded. He still had a slight Australian accent. He asked me what happened. I wouldn’t have shared my family’s private problems with another man who I didn’t even know very well. But at that time, I was on the very edge of a breakdown. I really needed someone to talk to. Yet when I lost two of my closest persons on the same day, my husband and my best friend, who else could I talk to? “I don’t think Owen loves me as much as before. It seems that he has some secrets with another woman, who used to be my best girlfriend. I couldn't sleep all night. I think that's what caused my fever.” I concluded. I was in tears again by the time I finished the story. “How could they do this to you? You are the best thing that's ever happened to Owen. If he can't see that, he is an even bigger idiot than I thought!” Raymond shouted out. His shocked, angry expression showed me how much he cared. “Please, don't say a word about this to Owen. I haven't confronted him yet. I need to do this myself.” I responded. We sat quietly for a while, his hand resting very close to my thigh. I felt so weak and miserable. But his presence helped. When seeing the private doctor, I tried to get out of the car but almost fell. Raymond flung an arm around me, just in time to catch me. I blushed as I looked up to him. My face was very close to his. His piercing eyes looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I smelled something fresh. It might be his aftershave. I remembered Owen also used it, and I always told he that I love what he smelled. But I found Raymond’s aftershave smelled a little special. “Raymond? Noah? What are you doing?!” I suddenly heard Owen’s angry voice. Chapter 3 - Truth Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted! “Owen! How dare you talk to her like that! It’s not our family’s manner!” Raymond berated him. He was fuming with rage at the injustice. He also knew about Owen's betrayal. Owen was a little timid when Raymond got angry. Although Raymond was only 31 years old, he had become a successful CEO. He had idolized Raymond when he was a child. And now, Raymond was also his boss. Owen had recently started working at his company. Raymond’s fists were clenched and his tense muscles were visible through his buttoned up shirt. He looked like he was about to hit Owen. I didn’t want them to fight over me, so I tried to calm them both down. “Raymond, it’s okay. Owen will take me in to see a doctor. Thank you for driving me here.” I said gratefully. ‘Please, don’t say anything about Josie’, I tried to tell him mentally through the look in my eyes. He nodded slightly, as if he understood. He relaxed and his eyes softened when he looked at me. I turned back to my angry husband. I couldn’t detect any sign of trust in his eyes. I supposed he should be concerned about my health rather than the relationship between me and Raymond. “Owen, I can explain. I tried to call you, but I was so sick I accidentally dialed Raymond’s number. He brought me to see the doctor. You should be grateful to him. Without him I would still be miserable in bed, all alone.” Owen grabbed me and said, “Well, I was just on my way to come and get you. Then I saw you get out of uncle Raymond's car and ‘fall’ right into his arms.” He looked at Raymond with an arrogant smirk. “You can go back to your important job now, uncle. I’ll look after my wife.” Raymond’s eyes were cold, but he respected my wishes. He didn't object. After warning Owen that he’d better take good care of me, he got back in his car and drove off. Although I was glad I could lean on Owen, something didn't feel right. I realized I was still wearing his suede jacket. It was so soft and warm, protecting me from the cold autumn wind. When the doctor dealt with my fever, Owen didn’t want to speak to me, let alone look at me. He was engaging himself in typing on his phone. The doctor told me I shouldn't have waited much longer. My fever was so high I could have fainted. After getting examined and taking medicine for my fever, Owen drove me home. We sat next to each other in our car that held many memories. All our road trips and getaways together. Those times were over now. After an uncomfortable silence, I decided to address the elephant in the room. “Owen… What is going on? Do you still love me? Do you still regard me as your wife?” I asked. “So what? Whose wife do you want to be?” Owen hissed. I couldn't believe how horrible he was to me after what he had done. “I know you cheated on me, Owen.” I uttered with pain in my voice. “You’ve been seeing Josie, right?” Owen stopped the car with a jerk and pulled over. We sat in silence for a while as he processed my words. “What do you know, Noah?” he pressed, looking me in the eyes at last. I finally confronted him about all the things that had been weighing heavily on my heart. I explained: “Someone sent me photos of the two of you together. The first time, they didn't show your face. So I didn’t want to believe it. But in the ones I received yesterday, it was clearly you. All those nights, when you told me you had to leave town for business... You lied to me. You spent them at a hotel with another woman! Then, last night, you kissed me and called me Josie. And this morning, I saw it was her calling you. You pretended it was a client. “Owen, we have grown up together since we were kids. I always thought we knew each other the most and could trust each other. I can’t believe you would cheat me like that!” I cried, “Owen, did you fall in love with another woman... Is she my best friend Josie?!” His eyes showed a moment of doubt. Then, resolution. His mouth tightened as he clenched his jaw. Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, Owen said: “It’s true. I love her. I love Josie.” Chapter 4 - Hurt Noah I just couldn't accept it. I loved him so much. How could he cheat on me? “Why, Owen? I thought we loved each other. I thought we would be together forever. Did I do something wrong?” I cried. Owen didn't respond. He drove us home in silence. His cruelty was too much for me to bear. I stared at the raindrops on the window. I felt more depressed than ever. That afternoon, Owen left again. I tried having some food and a nap, hoping that would help me heal. But I just couldn't fall asleep until Owen came back home in the early evening. I had to talk to him. I got out of bed and met him at the top of the stairs. “Owen, we need to talk about what happened. You can't keep going out and avoiding me.” He was obviously drunk again. All he said was, “I don’t have anything to say to you. I am moving out, Noah. I supposed our years of marriage is a mistake!” I took his hands in mine and begged him to stay and try to work it out. But he shook off my hands and pushed me away. I was standing right on the edge of the staircase. His push made me lose balance, and I tumbled down the stairs. I managed to grab onto the railing so I didn’t fall all the way down. But my head hit the wall when I tried to break my fall. I felt my forehead was bleeding. It was so painful that I couldn’t get up. I thought Owen would help me, but only heard: “You lost your footing. It’s not my fault.” There was a sudden knock on the door. Owen stumbled past me down the stairs. “Raymond? What are you doing here? Now is not a good time.” “I came to ask you what is going on. You need to give me an explanation. You haven’t … Noah?” Raymond suddenly saw me sitting on the stairs behind Owen. He pushed Owen aside and ran over to me in alarm. Seeing my messy hair and injured forehead, he instantly knew what happened between us. He punched Owen in the face. “This is how you treat your wife?! I don’t believe you. Don’t you see Noah is bleeding? Did you hurt her? What a disgusting thing you smelled! You drunk idiot!” Raymond raged at his nephew. I didn’t even have time to explain. Raymond immediately wrapped me up in his suit jacket and took me to see the doctor. “Twice in one day? That must be a record.” The doctor said wearily. I gave her a wry grin and answered, “Not by choice…” The doctor took care of my wounds. I needed a couple of stitches and had some pretty bad bruises, but I would be okay. Thankfully, I didn't break any bones. It was getting dark outside. The autumn breeze was busy blowing the leaves off the maple trees surrounding the hospital parking lot. Raymond and I made our way back to the car. Our feet rustled through the thick carpet of yellow, brown and scarlet red leaves. After my second - and hopefully last - doctor's visit of the day, we sat next to each other in silence. We were back in his beautiful Mercedes. I could get used to these comfortable, heated seats. I felt a bit embarrassed. Raymond kept on having to save me. At least this time, I was wearing clothes and make-up, and my brown hair was neatly tied in a long, wavy ponytail. “I don’t normally need so much help, you know.” I broke the ice. “I happen to be a strong, independent woman most of the time.” Raymond laughed heartily. “Jokes aside, I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me.” I continued. “Why did you come over tonight, Raymond?” “Owen hadn’t come to work at the company for days. And I wanted to speak to him about what happened this morning, with you. I tried to call him, but he never answered. I decided to come over. To see for myself what was wrong with him.” Raymond explained. “I just can’t believe what he did to you!” He continued. “If he ever does anything like that again, please tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson.” His stern face showed how much he meant it. I took a deep breath. He had a way of making me feel safe and secure. “Thank you, Raymond. I’m okay now. It was an accident. Owen didn’t push me off the stairs on purpose. He didn’t mean to hurt me.” I explained. Raymond looked a little angry, but he still carefully drove me home. “Goodbye, Raymond. Thank you again, for everything.” I said with feeling as he hugged me. “Bye, Noah. It’s been my pleasure. Please be safe. Call me if you need anything.” He said. He gently patted me on my head as comfort as if I was a little girl and got back in his car. His simple actions made me feel warm. I thanked him and walked home. I entered the house. It was quiet and dark downstairs. I walked up to our room. When I opened our bedroom door, all I could see was Owen and Josie kissing on the bed. Chapter 5 - The Necklace Noah I couldn’t believe my eyes! While the hours I was leaving, my husband was screwing with my best friend in my room! Didn’t he remember I got hurt because of him?! How ridiculous! Even though I had seen Owen and Josie’s betrayal before in photos, witnessing it in real life was way worse. It felt like a million knives stabbed me in the chest. My heart shattered. “How dare you cheat on me in our home! In our own bed, for God’s sake!” I cried out. They hadn’t heard me open the bedroom door over the romantic music that was playing. They turned around with shocked looks on their faces. If I wasn’t so devastated, it might’ve been funny. Owen's mouth had lipstick smears all over it, and Josie’s blonde hair was disheveled. They were both in their underwear. Clothes were spread out all over our bedroom floor. I tried to hold back my tears. I didn't want to show them my pain. My crying might come across as weakness. I demanded an explanation. “I don’t believe this. Owen! Did you forget I am your wife?! Josie, why did you betray me too?! I treat you as my best friend. How dare you take my husband away from me!” I insisted. Josie hid away in Owen’s arms. Owen comforted her gently, then snapped at me: “You’ve already seen us together anyway, haven't you, Noah?” “I am done with you.” He continued. “Our whole relationship was based on a lie. Josie should’ve been with me all along!” I didn’t understand. “What are you talking about, Owen?” He held up a delicate golden necklace with a tear shaped ruby that had been resting on Josie’s collarbone. “Remember this, Noah? The truth has finally come out. It was Josie who saved my life all those years ago, not you. You pretended that it was you in front of my parents. You’ve made her suffer long enough!” I was shocked. Why did Josie have my necklace? I couldn't believe her betrayal. I tried to explain to Owen that I lost that necklace before I was adopted by his family. I told him I would never lie to him. Especially about something so important. But Owen didn’t believe me. “Josie,” I cried. “How could you do this to me? Why would you steal my necklace? You know how much it means to me! We’ve been best friends since the orphanage, haven’t we? Does that mean nothing to you?” “Noah, you know this necklace has always belonged to me. I was the one who saved Owen. But you stole my life to be adopted,”Josie played innocent with me, “I should have been the one who grew up with Owen! I see you as my sister, so I never attempted to reveal your lie until Owen found this necklace in my old jewelry box several months ago.” This convinced Owen even more that I had been bullying her. He wrapped his arms around her. Over his shoulder, when he couldn’t see, Josie gave me a quick, mean smirk. I knew Josie had a mean side. She always had, even when we were kids. But so far, she had only taken it out on her boyfriends and whoever got on her bad side, not on me. I never thought she might treat me in such a mean way! I had searched everywhere but couldn't find my necklace. It turned out that she was the thief who was always around me. How could she tell such outrageous lies as if it were natural？ I left the bedroom, rushed downstairs and broke down on the couch. Oh, what a nightmare! How could I make Owen see the truth? A little later, Owen and Josie came downstairs, all dressed up again. Josie was wearing her Prada pumps and the sleek, mint green dress I gifted her for her birthday. It accentuated her long legs and slender silhouette. I had to admit, she looked beautiful. I used to dress in a simple way such as simple jeans, white blouse and sneakers. Maybe I looked less attractive compared to Josie. Owen had an arm around Josie’s waist and warned me, “You’d better stay out of our life from now on. I’ll move to another villa with Josie.” I couldn't believe it. After 3 years of marriage, he trusted her story over mine. And now he wanted nothing to do with me. We used to be happily married. Our whole lives, ever since I saved him, we had been so close. We used to laugh together, cry together, play pranks on each other… But now, everything changed, simply because of a necklace. In fact, “necklace” is just an excuse for his betrayal. I didn’t believe our years of affection couldn’t prove my heart. “Noah, my life was ruined by you. You owe me that.” Josie said. “One day you’ll both regret this. I didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed. As they walked out, I faintly heard Owen reply: “It’s my fault. I should have found you earlier, or you wouldn’t have suffered so much.” I could only guess at his last insult as the door closed behind them. I zoned out in front of the TV and poured myself some of Owen’s whisky. The past couple of days had been the worst of my life ever since I lost my parents. My body and mind had been through so much. I felt numb. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. The sudden loud jingle of my phone ringing woke me up. The bright midmorning sun was shining in through the large windows. Looks like I slept in late. Disoriented, I picked up my phone and saw it was Owen calling. I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. Before I could say a word, I heard Owen’s angry shouting: “How dare you do this to Josie! Those guys you hired? You must pay for what you have done!” Chapter 6 - Choice Noah “What?! What guys? I just woke up, Owen. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I replied to the angry voice on the phone. “More lies! I can’t believe you, Noah. You're despicable!” Owen shouted. He was so loud, I had to move the phone away from my ear. “Owen, please calm down. All I remember is you leaving with Josie last night. I fell asleep on the couch. What happened?” “Josie is in the hospital because of you. I demand that you come here right now and apologize to her!” He ended the call before I could reply. What was this about? Would my life ever go back to normal? I decided to find out what was going on. My fever was over. Although my head still hurt, the wound was healing rapidly. I took a refreshing shower and got into a pencil skirt and light blue blouse. I combed my hair and decided to wear it in natural loose waves today. After a quick breakfast, I slipped into my high heels and coat, and made my way to my car. It was a crisp sunny day. I arrived at the hospital. At least it wasn't me who needed to see the doctor this time. “Oh, it’s our ‘old friend’.” The nurse said jokingly. I smiled as she directed me to Josie’s room. As soon as I knocked on the door, Owen opened it with an enraged look on his face. “Finally! That took you long enough.” He whispered angrily. “Josie is sleeping.” He came out and gently closed the door behind him. We walked towards the chairs in the hallway. “I have no idea what happened, Owen.” I said honestly. “Can you please tell me what is going on? Some guys attacked her?” “Are you still pretending you weren't behind this? You are unbelievable.” He shook his head, then continued. “Josie was attacked by some hooligans this morning, on her way to work. She shouted out and fainted from fear. Thankfully, a police officer was nearby. He heard her scream. She has a heavy concussion from the fall. She'll have to stay here a few days to recover.” “What? That's horrible!” I replied in shock. Although I was angry with Josie, I wouldn't wish this on anyone. “Stop your act now, Noah. Those guys were arrested. They told the police someone paid them to kidnap Josie, because she broke up a marriage.” No wonder he doubted me. But I couldn’t believe the trust between us was so fragile. “Would you believe me if I swore to you it wasn't me?” I asked with a last glimmer of hope. His reply made it clear to me that there was no hope left for us: “Never again will I believe a single word you say, Noah.” I refused to apologize. I didn't have anything to do with this. If anyone needed to stand out and make an apology, it was them for what they had done to me！ On my way out, I contacted a friend who had lots of connections all over the city. I asked her to investigate the situation. I also called the office on my way home, to let them know I was still recovering from my fever and head wound. My boss was understanding. She told me to take as long as I needed. In the evening, Owen came home just as I was about to have dinner. “I didn’t prepare your dinner. I guess you would have dinner with Josie?” I said plainly. I didn’t know why he came back at this time, but I didn’t care about it anymore. He ignored my words and said, “You still don’t want to apologize, right? You have two choices, Noah. Apologize and make amends with Josie, or divorce me and get out of this house!” “Josie is the one who betrayed us both. She lied to you, Owen. She stole my necklace. She is the one who should apologize!” I argued. Owen burst out in rage and slapped me in the face. I stared at him in disbelief. I was totally disappointed. Over the past few days he had hit me, pushed me, cheated on me. He had hurt me in every way. I made up my mind. “I choose divorce.” I said coldly. “Good. My lawyer will contact you in the next morning,”Owen said ruthlessly with a wicked smile, “Oh, I’ve prepared another ‘surprise’ for you. 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2,549,433	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2549943}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:58	active	1932	😍Read the next chapters👉	After three years of marriage, Nina finally slept with her drunken husband Nash, but he called out the name of his first love. When he woke up, he remembered nothing and said to her, "Find out the woman from last night!"... Nina Walker stood by the door of the suite, hearing a low growl coming from inside,"Get out!" It was followed by the sound of something breaking. She took a deep breath and walked in the room. It was a mess inside, Nash sat grimly on the bed. He looked tempting, but his handsome face was dark, teetering on the edge of rage. The woman she had brought was too scared to move, standing bared, with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Yes, Nina had called this woman to be here. she didn't want Nash to find out they had slept together yesterday. They had an agreement - three years of secret marriage, then they could divorce. She had been Nash's personal secretary for seven years and his wife for three. He had warned her that their relationship could only be that of superior and subordinate, never to transcend this hierarchy. Nina stepped forward and said, "Mr. York, there's a meeting at 9:30, you can get up now." Nash's gaze was coldly fixed on the woman. As if he still found it unbelievable. Sensing this, Nina said to her, "You can leave now." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up her clothes and hurried out. Nash's face remained stern as he asked Nina coldly, "Where were you last night?" Nina was momentarily stunned. Was he suspecting her? She felt a bit nervous, "I've been dealing with exhausting projects lately. I fell asleep in the office." As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Nash snort coldly. His face turned cold as he got up from the bed, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Nina watched his retreating figure, her eyes slightly moist. In her presence, he always concealed himself, as if being seen by her was something repulsive. But Last night, when he held her in bed and called out "Miranda", it was completely different. She saw the headline this morning: "Rising Star Singer Miranda Lewis Returns Home with Fiancé!" No wonder he had drowned himself in wine and cried in her arms. He had treated her as a replacement for his first love. Bitterness flooded her heart. By the time Nina snapped out of her thoughts, Nash had already finished showering and was standing in front of the full-length mirror. Nina walked over and, as usual, buttoned up his shirt for him. He was so much taller than her, so she had to tiptoe and reach up to put the tie around his neck. As she concentrated on tying his tie, Nash's warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice husky with tension, "Nina, that woman last night... it was you, wasn't it?"	LEARN_MORE	https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&u	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	847	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	shgjfh.com	VIDEO	https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/454285874_479470401498184_7048054281654435700_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fy8Kn6MwTBMQ7kNvgGBWbnL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8T2BzC1GdplzvcFLwadA1e&oh=00_AYCw9MEtkBEdIa3bUppS2BGuhD8NCBj0BqNz3On_nw4C_Q&oe=674D900C	PERSON_PROFILE	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,549,350	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-27 19:57	active	1932	ここをクリックして無料でお読みください！	<…B시로 향하던 여객기가 착륙 중 갑작스러운 사고가 났습니다. 이로 인해 현재 사망자수가 136명을 넘어섰으며 생존자는 3명에 불과한 상황입니다. 병원 로비의 대형 스크린에는 이번 항공기 사고가 실시간으로 보도되고 있었다. 최하연은 세 명뿐인 생존자 중의 하나로 두 다리에 붕대를 감은 채 중환자실 병상 위에 누워 있었다. 그때, 손에 들린 핸드폰에서 소리가 들려왔다. “지금 고객님께서 전화를 받을 수 없습니다. 다음에 다시 걸어주세요.” 사고가 나던 그 순간부터 지금까지, 남편 한서준은 전화를 받지 않았다. 설마 그가 온 나라를 떠들썩하게 한 여객기 사고를 모를 일은 없었다. 사고 당시, 현장에는 승객들의 시신이 여기저기 아무렇게나 널려 있었다. 그녀는 사고의 충격과 죽음의 공포로 숨도 제대로 쉴 수 없었다. 결혼한 지 3년이나 되었지만 남편은 그녀가 가장 필요로 하는 순간 연락이 되지 않았다. 하연은 마음 한 켠이 시려 오는 것을 느꼈다. 그때, 휴대폰 벨 소리가 들려왔다. 한참이나 멍하게 있던 그녀는 정신을 차리고 발신자를 확인했다. 할머니였다. 하연의 얼굴이 어두워졌다. “여보세요.” 그녀가 잔뜩 쉰 목소리로 전화를 받았다. 전화 건너편에서 친절하면서도 연로한 목소리가 들려왔다. [우리 하연이, 이 할미가 너 때문에 제 명에 못 죽겠구나. 너무 놀라서 말이야. 어디 다친 데는 없고? 서준이가 옆에 같이 있지?] 강영숙은 서준의 친할머니로 한씨 집안 사람들 중 유일하게 하연에게 관심을 갖는 분이었다. “서준 씨는…….” 머뭇거리는 그녀의 말에 강영숙이 무언가를 눈치 챈 듯했다. [이런 정신 나간 놈을 봤나! 비서로 또 아내로, 해외 출장간 남편 일을 다 봐주고 있는데 이렇게 큰 사고가 터졌는데도 코빼기도 안보여? 기다려봐라! 이 할미가 정신나간 그 녀석을 가만 두나!] 그녀가 다시 물었다. [지금 어느 병원에 있어? 집사를 보낼 테니 기다리렴!] 하연이 병원 주소를 알려주자 강영숙은 전화를 끊었다. 그녀는 고개를 푹 숙인 채 말없이 팔에 꽂혀 있던 주사 바늘을 빼냈다. 그리고는 통증을 참으며 침대에서 내려왔다. “환자분, 지금 뭐하시는 거예요? 다리 부상이 심각하니 안정을 취해야 해요.” 마침 병실로 들어오던 간호사가 깜짝 놀라 소리쳤다. “목발 좀 가져다주세요. 퇴원해야겠어요.” 하연의 말투가 얼마나 단호했던지 간호사가 멍하니 그녀를 바라봤다. 장기간 입원해야 한다면 병원보다는 서준의 본가에서 요양하는 편이 나을 것 같았다. 사실, 하연은 HT그룹 회장의 비서였다. 이번 두바이 출장은 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 전시회의 제품 배치와 근무인원을 확정 짓기 위해 HT그룹을 대표해 갔던 것이었다. 그리고 일의 결과를 즉시 보고하기로 되어있었다. ‘한서준 이 남자, 도대체 지금 어디서 뭘 하고 있는 거야?’ 결국, 간호사는 퇴원하겠다는 그녀를 막지 못했다. 하연은 곧장 중환자실을 나와 목발을 짚고 절뚝거리며 수납처로 향했다. 그때, 병원 1층 로비의 유리 벽 너머로 익숙한 차량번호판이 보였다. 고급 승용차 몇 대가 그 뒤를 따르고 있었는데 자세히 보니 HT 그룹 소유의 차들이었다. 먼저 차에서 내린 사람들이 검정색 수트를 입은 한 남자를 빼곡히 둘러싸고 있었다. 그는 어떤 여자를 품에 안고 있었는데 그녀를 몹시 아끼는 듯 보였다. 그의 검정색 코트가 그녀의 하얀 다리를 덮고 있었다. 남자는 하연의 존재를 전혀 알지 못한 채 황급히 병원 본관 쪽으로 향했다. 하연은 그 자리에 서서 여자를 안고 전문의 진찰실로 들어가는 그를 가만히 바라보았다. 결혼생활 3년 동안 저렇게 다정한 남편의 모습은 한 번도 본 적이 없었다. 그가 안고 있는 여자는 누구일까? 그녀는 갑자기 가슴에 엄청난 통증이 밀려오는 것을 느꼈다. 그 고통이 얼마나 컸던지 호흡이 곤란할 지경이었다. 그때, 복도 반대편에서 걸어오던 간호사가 들릴락 말락 한 소리로 통화하며 그녀의 곁을 자나갔다. “내가 그쪽으로 갈게. 저 사람이 경제 뉴스에 자주 등장하는 HT 그룹 후계자 한서준이야. 실제로 보니 더 남자다운데? 우리 병원에서 보게 되다니 너무 신기해. 여자친구 데리고 산부인과에 진료받으러 왔나 봐.” “산부인과? 확실해?” “그럼 확실하지. 진료 차트에 적힌 걸 봤는데 벌써 태아가 12주나 됐던데? 태아 상태가 불안정한지 오늘 출혈이 있었대. 그래서 한사장이 안고 온 거라 던데?” 그 말을 들은 하연이 머릿속으로 날짜를 계산했다. ‘12주라면…… 두 달 전?’ 제2화 하늘이 맺어준 커플 하연은 두 달 전, 1주일 정도 출장 일정이 잡혀 있던 한서준의 일정보고서가 생각났다. 핸드폰을 쥐고 있는 그녀의 손이 떨려왔다. ‘그 때 생긴 아이인 거야?’ 그녀는 한서준의 숨겨진 아내로 오래 전부터 비밀계약을 맺고 있었다. 하지만 이제껏 남편의 스캔들에 대해서는 들어본 적이 없었다. “한서준 사장이 여자친구에게 참 각별한 것 같아…… 저 여자는 전생에 나라를 구했나 봐. 보아하니 곧 공식발표가 날 것 같은데?” “그러게. 나도 아까 검색해 봤어. 네 생각엔 저 사람이 여자친구가 맞는 것 같아?” 카트를 밀고 가던 젊은 간호사가 옆에 있는 간호사에게 핸드폰 속 사진을 보여주었다. 그러자 그녀가 깜짝 놀라며 말했다. “맞아, 맞아! 이 여자야! ST그룹 둘째 딸! 한서준이랑 너무 잘 어울리지 않아? 하늘이 맺어준 커플 같아!” 두 사람은 호들갑을 떨며 반대편으로 걸어갔다. ‘ST 그룹이라…….’ 퇴원 수속을 마친 하연은 집사의 차를 타고 가면서도 마음이 좀처럼 진정되지 않았다. 반쯤 열린 창문 아래 핸드폰 화면의 불빛이 창백한 하연의 얼굴을 비췄다. 수 없이 검색해 봤지만 한서준과 ST 그룹과의 연관성은 전혀 찾을 수 없었다. ‘B시의 잘 나가는 두 명문가 집안이 이런 식으로 엮이다니 이상해.’ 서준의 본가에 도착하니 거실에 불이 켜져 있었다. 눈엣가시 같은 시누이 대신 서준의 할머니인 강영숙 여사가 지팡이에 몸을 의지한 채 그녀를 기다리고 있었다. “우리 하연이 왔구나! 네가 복이 많아서 그 큰 사고 중에도 무사했구나. 너무 놀라서 하마터면 숨이 넘어갈 뻔했지 뭐냐.” “할머니, 전 괜찮아요.” 하연은 올라가 쉬고 싶은 마음이 컸지만 웃으며 말했다. “할머니, 사실 저 좀 피곤해요.” “그래, 그래. 얼른 올라가서 쉬어라. 서준이한테 연락해 놨으니까 곧 올 거다.” 하연은 몸을 숙이는 순간 심한 통증이 몰려와 얼굴이 일그러졌다. 강영숙은 그녀가 괴로운 이유가 서준 때문이라고 생각했다. 하연의 머릿속에 서준의 생각이 스쳐 지나갔다. 그는 자신에게 진짜 모습을 숨기고 있었다. 그에게 여자친구가 있다는 사실이 이렇게 가슴에 가시가 되어 박힐 줄은 몰랐다. ‘내가 지금까지 참고 견뎌온 날이 한순간에 우스워지다니…….’ …… 서준은 다음날 밤 늦게나 되어 본가에 도착했다. “아직 안 잤어? 깨어 있으면서 불은 왜 꺼 뒀어?” 그가 침실의 불을 켰다. 하연은 그런 그를 보며 마음이 불편했다. 그녀는 하루 종일 침대에 누워만 있었다. 집사가 가져다준 음식도 거의 먹지 못했고 결국 그것들은 차갑게 식어버린 상태였다. “당신 며칠 동안 어디에 있었어요?” 그녀는 서준의 얼굴은 보지도 않은 채 수척해진 모습으로 돌아서서 힘없이 물었다. 재킷을 벗자 그의 탄탄한 몸매가 드러났다. 서준은 그녀의 물음에 미간을 잔뜩 찌푸린 채 침대 헤드 쪽으로 눈을 돌렸다. 결혼 3년 동안 그녀가 이렇게 자신의 행방을 추궁하는 것은 처음이었다. “T시에 있는 지사에 문제가 있어서 출장 다녀왔어.” 서준은 평소처럼 냉담하게 대답한 후, 귀찮다는 듯 거칠게 넥타이를 끌어내리고는 욕실 쪽으로 향했다. “그래요?” 하연의 웃음 소리가 침실 안에 울렸다. “비서실 구동후 실장님께 여쭤봤는데 T시로 가는 비행기표 구매내역이 없더군요.” 그녀의 말투에 의심이 잔뜩 묻어났다. “무슨 말을 하고 싶은 거야?” 서준이 욕실 입구에 멈춰 서서 물었다. 굳이 얼굴을 보지 않아도 그가 화가 폭발하기 직전이라는 것쯤은 알 수 있었다. ‘하, 곧 불 같이 화를 내겠네.’ 제3화 한씨 집안 며느리가 된 이유 “당신이랑 그 여자, 대체 언제부터 만난 거야?” 하연이 겨우 몸을 추스리며 침대에 기대 앉았다. 서준은 그녀가 3년전 혼인신고를 할 때보다 훨씬 말랐다는 것을 알아챘다. 어찌나 야위었던지 바람이 불면 날아가버릴 것 같았다. “당신 내 뒷조사를 한 거야?” 그의 안색이 변했다. “내가 그렇게 한가한 사람으로 보여요? 내가 입원했던 병원에서 내 두 눈으로 당신들 두 사람을 봤어요.” 그녀는 낮은 목소리로, 한 글자 한 글자 또박또박 내 뱉었다. 순간, 심장이 찢기는 것 같았다. 하지만 서준의 얼굴에는 못마땅한 기색이 역력했다. 그는 하연이 사고가 난 것을 알면서도 걱정하는 말 한 마디 없었다. 그녀는 그가 하는 말들을 들으며 혐오스러운 느낌이 들었다. ‘부부로 살았던 3년이라는 시간이 아무것도 아닌 것 같아.’ 하연은 며느리가 하는 일 마다 트집잡는 시어머니와 자신을 눈엣가시처럼 여기는 시누이에게 정성을 다했다. 집에서는 주부로 또 회사에서는 헌신적인 비서 역할을 도맡았다. 그녀는 서준의 할머니 강영숙 여사의 뜻에 따라 아들, 딸 잘 낳는 좋은 손자며느리가 되려고 노력했다. 3년 동안 그만큼 했으면 강영숙 여사에게 가족으로서의 의리는 충분히 지킨 것이다. 하지만 그 결과는 어떠한가? 3년간 하연은 서준의 몸에 손가락 하나도 댈 수가 없었다. 한 방을 쓰고 있었지만 침대는 따로 썼기 때문이었다. 하연은 밀려오는 통증을 참으며 차가운 그의 눈을 바라보았다. 그러다 무슨 용기가 났는지 소리를 내어 가볍게 웃었다. “당신 어머니는 내가 애도 못 낳으면서 결혼한 양심도 없는 여자라고 했죠. 그런데 지금 당신이 밖에서 다른 여자와 아이를 가진 걸 내가 어떻게 받아들여야 하죠?” 간신히 침대에 기대고 있는 그녀는 당장이라도 쓰러질 것 같았다. 하지만 고개를 꼿꼿하게 쳐들고는 그의 옷깃을 잡았다. 하지만 곧바로 굵은 그의 손에 잡히고 말았다. 한서준은 차가운 눈빛으로 그녀를 빤히 바라보았다. “혜경이는 내 세컨드가 아니야. 20년 넘게 알고 지낸 사이야.” ‘어릴 적부터 알고 지낸 사이였구나.’ 하연은 자신을 잡고 있는 서준의 손에 점점 힘이 들어가는 것을 느꼈다. “혜경이가 5년 전에 출국한 이후로 서로 한번도 연락한 적 없어.” 그녀는 뒤통수를 한 대 세게 맞은 것 같았다. ‘어쩐지 아무리 찾아봐도 여자를 만난 흔적이 1도 없더라니…….’ 하지만 그 여자가 임신한 것이 다시 생각났다. 그녀는 다시 고개를 들고 쉰 목소리로 물었다. “그래서 이제 두 사람, 다시 만나는 거예요?” 한서준은 뭔가 말하려다가 입을 다물었다. 그리고는 어두워진 그녀의 눈동자를 정면으로 바라보았다. “내가 왜 당신을 이 곳 안주인으로 들였는지 벌써 잊은 것 같군.” HT 그룹 내에는 상속을 원하는 형제들이 많았고 후계자 자리를 노리는 자들도 많았다. 서준의 할머니인 강영숙 여사는 일부러 B시의 미혼 여성 중에서 손자며느리를 골라 그와 결혼시키고, 아들 딸을 낳아 그룹 내에서의 입지를 단단히 하려고 했다. 강영숙 여사는 자신의 생명을 구해 준 하연을 손자며느리로 추천했다. 그녀는 서준을 찾아가 모든 일에 간섭하지 않겠다고 약속하고 비밀결혼에 동의했다. 그리고 당시에 자신이 운영하던 잘 나가던 브랜드 샵도 문을 닫았다. 그 후로 HT그룹에 들어가 서준의 일을 돕는 비서로 일해왔다. 그래서 그가 하연에게 선을 넘지 말라고 경고하는 것이었다. 그녀가 웃으며 말했다. “잊긴요, 하나를 손에 넣으면 더 갖고 싶은 게 사람 욕심이잖아요?” 그녀의 얼굴은 창백했지만 눈동자는 빛이 나고 있었다. 얼굴에 미소마저 없었더라면 마치 무덤에서 걸어 나온 처녀귀신 같아 보였을지도 몰랐다. 순간, 서준은 하연이 어딘가 변했다고 느꼈다. 하지만 그 말을 입 밖에 내지는 않았다. 그녀가 잡힌 손을 슬며시 빼냈다. 꽤 큰 침실은 창문이 닫혀 있었는데 공기가 점점 답답해지고 있었다. 온도도 점점 높아져 어느덧 온도계가 30도를 가리키고 있었다. 더운 공기에 서준의 숨이 가빠오는 것이 느껴졌다. 하연은 다시 그의 셔츠 깃에 손을 가져다 댔다. 그는 피하지 않고 가만히 있었다. 그는 약간 화가 난 듯한 얼굴이었지만 너무 더워 그녀를 밀어낼 기력이 없어 보였다. “당신 지금 무슨 짓을 하는 거야?” 제4화 더 이상 한씨 집안 며느리가 아니에요 하연은 서준의 셔츠 단추를 하나씩 풀었다. 그리고 그의 복근을 따라 내려가며 입을 맞추었다. 오랫동안 감춰온 서준에 대한 갈망 탓인지 귀밑까지 붉어졌다. 그녀는 손놀림을 멈추지 않은 채 쉰 목소리로 말했다. “내가 어떻게 이 집의 작은 안주인이 되었는지 잊었냐고요? 어떻게 잊을 수 있겠어요. 제 임무는 당신의 아이를 낳는 거예요. 지금 나는 내 임무를 수행하고 있는 거고요.” “어떻게 그런 말을?!” 화를 내는 서준의 탄탄한 복근이 울룩불룩 움직였다. “방 안에 최음제를 좀 뿌렸어요. 조금만 참으면 곧 괜찮아질 거예요. 저는 제 임무를 위해 아이를 가지려는 것뿐이에요.” 그녀는 더 대담하고 과감하게 행동했다. 전에는 한번도 보여준 적 없는 요염한 모습이었다. 하연의 적극적인 도발에 서준의 몸이 본능적으로 반응하기 시작했고 호흡도 거칠어졌다. 이 모든 게 최음제 때문이라고 속으로 되뇌이며, 서준은 혀 끝을 깨물어 가까스로 되찾은 일말의 이성으로 하연의 거침없는 손을 꽉 움켜 잡았다. “최하연, 너 정말 역겨워.” 서준의 말에 그녀의 끓어오르던 욕망이 순식간에 폭삭 가라앉아 버렸다. 하연은 눈에 눈물이 고였다. 마지막인 듯 한 마디 물었다. “나를 안는 게 그렇게 구역질나요?” “그래!” 서준은 그녀를 똑바로 쳐다보면서 조금도 망설이지 않고 대답했다. 그리고 그녀를 밀쳐냈다. 더는 그녀와 한마디도 하고 싶지 않았다. 서준은 하연이 벗긴 옷을 집어 들고 다시 입기 시작했다. 그는 단추도 잠그지 않은 채 성큼성큼 걸어 나가버렸다. 방문이 ‘쾅’하고 닫히면서 주위가 다시 조용해졌다. 하연은 그가 나가자 긴장이 풀려 바닥에 주저앉았다. 눈에는 원망이 차올랐다. 서준은 방을 나서며 생각했다. ‘이 정도로 했으면 있던 마음도 없어지겠지…….’ …… 다음날 아침, 하연은 아직 성치 않은 다친 다리를 절뚝거리며 여행가방을 끌고 아래층으로 내려갔다. 집안 살림을 돕는 가정부가 식사를 준비하고 있었다. 강영숙 여사는 새벽기도를 드리러 가느라 집을 비운 상태였다. “어머, 새언니! 죽다 살아난 지 얼마 되지도 않았는데 벌써 짐 끌고 어딜 가려는 거예요? 혹시 여행 가요?” 한서준의 친동생 한서영이 빈정거리며 말했다. 그녀는 현재 B대학교 2학년에 재학중이다. 서영은 하연과 이렇게 가족으로 만나는 것이 여전히 익숙하지 않고 불편하기만 했다. “나가기 전에 나 머리 하는 거 좀 도와주고 가요.” 하연은 손재주가 좋은 편이라 서영의 머리를 곧잘 손질해주었다. 스타일이 좋아서 친구들로부터 부러움을 샀다. 하지만 오늘 하연은 그녀의 말에 전혀 대꾸도 하지 않고 짐을 끌고 내려왔다. 마침 귀부인처럼 치장한 한씨 집안의 안주인 이수애 여사와 마주쳤다. 그녀는 HT그룹 한태규 회장의 두번째 아내이자 서준의 친어머니였다. 이수애는 처음부터 하연의 옷차림과 가정배경이 마음에 들지 않아 함부로 말하기 일쑤였다. “아침 댓바람부터 여행가방을 끌고 다니며 뭐하는 짓이야? 당장 내려놓고 청소중인 이모님이나 도와라. 곧 새로 사람이 들어와서 지내게 될 거니까.” 하연의 눈꺼풀이 떨려왔다. 자신이 모르고 있는 일이 일어나고 있었다. 그때, 옆에서 듣고 있던 한서영이 궁금증을 참지 못하고 물었다. “새로? 누가요?” “니가 좋아 죽는 혜경이 말고 누가 더 있겠니?” “네? 혜경언니 귀국했어요?” “돌아오기만 한 게 아니고, 네 오빠 아이를 가졌잖아. 우리집 터가 좋아서 잠깐 자기 집으로 들어가기 전에 여기서 몸을 추스를 거야.” 그녀는 이야기하면서 하연을 한번 힐끗 쳐다보았다. 민혜경이야 말로 자신이 생각해온 이상적인 며느릿감이었다. 애초에 그 일이 아니었으면 서준은 혜경과 결혼했을 것이다. 그녀가 하연을 내려다보면서 무시하는 투로 말했다. “너 아직도 거기 서서 멍하니 뭐하고 있니? 청소하러 가지 않고?” 예전 같았으면 하연은 틀림없이 시어머니의 비위를 맞추었을 것이다. 하지만 오늘은 자신을 멸시하는 그녀의 뜻대로 하고 싶지 않았다. 하연은 너무나도 고통스러웠지만 침착하게 냉정한 태도를 잃지 않고 말했다. “오늘부터 저와 서준 씨는 더 이상 부부사이가 아니에요. 서영이 머리 하는 거나 방 청소 같은 허드렛일은 이제 다른 사람에게 시키세요.” 제5화 이혼합의서 이수애 여사는 하연이 전과는 완전히 다른 투로 말하는 것을 보고 도저히 믿기지가 않았다. 그녀는 커다란 사파이어가 박힌 반지를 낀 손가락으로 하연을 가리켰다. “그게 무슨 태도야!? 방금 했던 말 다시 한번 해봐!” 하지만 하연은 조금도 두려워하는 기색 없이 그녀를 똑바로 쳐다봤다. “민혜경이라는 여자가 집에 들어오면 그 여자한테 집안일을 시키세요. 저는 앞으로 하지 않을 거예요.” 하연은 앵두처럼 붉은 입술로 또박또박 말했다. 말을 하고 나니 속이 시원했다. 이 여사는 그녀의 말에 벌컥 화를 냈다. “너!” “엄마, 엄마!” 서영이 흥분한 엄마의 팔을 붙잡고 목소리를 낮추어 말했다. “새언니 화난 거 맞죠? 어젯밤에 오빠가…….” 그녀는 불난 집에 부채질이라도 하려는 듯 어젯밤 일을 꺼내려고 했다. 그 모습을 보니 하연의 화를 돋우려는 의도가 충분히 보였다. 이 여사는 딸의 의도를 금방 알아채고 다시 차분해졌다. 그녀는 특유의 거들먹거리는 투로 말했다. “남편 하나 붙잡지 못하는 주제에 별 억지를 다 부리네. 감히 시어머니 탓을 해?” 하연은 느릿느릿 짐을 끌고 나오다가 저택 입구에서 발걸음을 멈추었다. 심장박동이 빨라지면서 머리가 쪼개질 듯 아팠다. 그녀는 고개를 돌려 욕을 퍼붓고 싶은 마음을 꾹 누르며 차갑게 말했다. “지난 3년동안 아이가 없었던 게 다 저 때문이라고 하셨죠? 절 의심하기 전에 서준 씨에게 비뇨기과 진료를 받으라고 하는 편이 빠를 거예요. 그러면 임신이 안됐던 원인이 과연 누구 쪽에 있는지 알 수 있을 거예요.” “너, 니가 감히!” 하연의 말에 이 여사와 서영 둘 다 깜짝 놀랐다. 이 여사는 머리 끝까지 화가 치밀었다. “최하연! 난 너랑 우리 서준이하고 꼭 이혼시키고 말 테니 두고 봐!” 그동안 하연은 서준의 할머니 강영숙 여사와의 정을 생각해서 한씨 집안 사람들과 다툼을 피했다. 왠만해선 자기 의견을 내세우지 않고 원만하게 지내왔다. 지금까지는 집안 사람들과 갈등이 생길까 봐 두려워하며 지냈지만 이제는 신경 쓰지 않기로 했다. “그러시던가요.” 그녀는 한마디 내뱉고 서준의 본가를 나왔다. 이 여사가 화가 나서 길길이 뛰든 말든 상관없었다. 하연이 나가자 마자 이 여사는 뭔가 이상하다는 생각이 들었다. 그녀는 딸 한서영을 바라보며 물었다. “2층 올라가서 우리집에 돈 될만한 물건이 없어졌는지 잘 살펴봐. 들고 나가던 캐리어가 꽤나 무거워 보이던데 혹시 챙겨갔는지 모르잖아!” 잠시 후 부리나케 계단을 뛰어내려오는 한서영의 손에 서류가 하나 들려 있었다. “엄마, 없어진 건 없어요. 대신 침대 머리맡에 뭐가 하나 있어요!” 서류를 빼앗아 살펴보던 이 여사의 눈빛이 흔들렸다. [이혼합의서] 이 여사는 곧장 서준에게 전화를 걸어 하연의 행각을 그에게 다 쏟아냈다. 펄펄 뛰는 어머니의 입에서 나오는 단어들 중 ‘이혼합의서’, ‘발기부전’ 등을 들은 서준은 의자에 걸어 둔 외투를 걸치고 즉시 회의실을 나섰다. "엄마, 엄마! 일단 진정 좀요." 그가 낮은 목소리로 어머니를 진정시켰다. [내가 지금 진정하게 생겼어? 내 귀한 아들에게 이 따위 말들을 써 놨는데? 마침 혜경이가 들어올 거니까 이 타이밍에 집 나가준 건 참 고맙지만. 아니, 지가 뭐라고 감히 먼저 이혼 얘기를 꺼내? 몽둥이 찜질로 쫓아내도 시원찮을 년……] 어머니의 이야기가 길어질 것 같자 서준은 어두운 표정으로 통화종료 버튼을 눌렀다. 여태껏 순종적이고 눈치 빠르게 행동했던 하연이 이런 일을 저질렀다는 사실이 도저히 믿어지지 않았다. 하지만 어젯밤 평소와는 달랐던 그녀가 생각났다. 그는 휴대폰 연락처 목록에서 하연의 번호를 검색했다. 그가 먼저 전화를 거는 것은 3년만에 처음이었다. 통화연결음이 들리는 순간, 비서실 구동후 실장이 엘리베이터에서 내리더니 그에게 다가왔다. “사장님, 방금 제 이메일로 서류가 하나 도착했는데, 최하연 비서의 사직서입니다.” 구실장은 너무 놀라 숨이 막힐 지경이었다. “그동안 최비서가 진행하던 사업들이 적지 않습니다. 그 중 제일 중요한 프로젝트가 두바이 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회인데 최비서가 아직 후임자에게 업무 인계를 하지 않았습니다. 어떻게…… 하실 건지…….” 서준의 낯빛이 더욱 어두워졌다. 그때 휴대폰에서 여자의 목소리가 들려왔다. [고객님이 전화를 받을 수 없습니다. 잠시 후에 다시 걸어 주시기 바랍니다.] 하, 최하연. 지금 내 전화 씹는다 이거지? 제6화 한서준을 찾아가다 공항 로비에 서 있던 최하연은 잠잠해진 핸드폰에 숨이 트이는 기분이었다. 아마도 오랫동안 한씨 가문에게 억압을 받았기 때문일 것이다. 하지만 지금은 온몸이 가벼웠다. 오가는 여행객들을 보던 하연은 생각에 잠겼다. ‘B시를 떠난다고 생각하니 좀 싱숭생숭하네.’ ‘그래도 괜찮아, 더 이상 힘든 일은 없을 거야.’ 그녀는 단순히 한서준의 사랑이 식었다고만 생각했지만, 지금은 이 모든 게 다 그가 다른 사람을 사랑하고 있기 때문이라는 것을 알 수 있었다. ‘차라리 깔끔하게 떠나주는 게 더 나아.’ 하연은 곧장 공항 카운터로 가서 체크인을 했고, 이미 D국행 티켓을 예매한 상태였다. 처음 그녀는 가족을 떠나 신분을 숨기고 B시에 머물렀다. 이번에 D국에서 열린 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 프로젝트만 아니었다면 할아버지는 그녀와 서준을 만나고 싶어하셨을 것이고, 이 프로젝트를 HT그룹을 승인하지 않았을 것이다. 그러나 서준은 감사해하기는커녕 그녀 혼자 보냈다. 이제 하연 차례였다. “안녕하십니까, 손님. 이 티켓은 현재 잠겨 있어 당분간 처리할 수 없습니다.” 비즈니스 카운터 직원은 정중하게 거절했다. “잠겨있다고요?” 믿을 수 없던 하연은 온몸이 얼어붙었다. “그럴 리가 없는데……, 다시 한번 확인해 주시겠어요?” “회사 계좌로 예매하셨나요? 방금 환불한 것으로 확인되는데, 신분증 좀 보여주시겠습니까?” “…….” 하연은 문득 한 가지 사실이 떠올랐다. 그녀는 서준의 비서였기에 회사에서 만들어준 대부분의 계좌는 HT그룹이 관리했다. 그리고 신분증은……. 얼마전 회사 인사부에서 어떤 것을 등록해야 한다며 들고 간 상태였다. 하연은 너무 긴장해 손이 덜덜 떨렸다. 그녀는 상처밖에 남지 않은 이 도시를 하루 빨리 떠나고 싶어 체계적이지 못한 부분이 많았다. “죄송해요, 제가 전화해서 물어볼게요.” 그녀는 가장자리로 걸어가 휴대폰을 꺼내 HT그룹 인사팀에 전화를 걸었지만 전화는 걸리지 않았고, 사용할 수 없는 번호라는 메시지만 떴다. 하연은 머리속이 새하얘졌다. ‘어떻게 내 휴대폰 번호도 HT그룹에서 일괄적으로 관리한다는 걸 잊고 있었을까!’ ‘HT그룹, HT그룹!’ HT그룹은 계속해서 그녀의 걸림돌이었다. 공항을 빠져나온 하연은 황급히 택시를 잡고 HT그룹 빌딩으로 향했다. 차창 밖으로 비가 한두방울 떨어지기 시작했고, 곧 우뚝 솟은 건물들이 눈에 들어왔다. 그녀는 운전기사에게 돈을 건넨 뒤 캐리어를 끌고 HT그룹 본관으로 들어갔다. 다행히 그녀의 퇴사 소식은 아직 퍼지지 않았고, 하연은 비에 젖어 흐트러진 머리를 정리한 후 엘리베이터를 탔다. 그녀는 인사팀이 있는 12층을 눌렸다. “아이고, 최 비서님, 오늘 비 온다고 했는데 모르셨나 봐요.” 인사팀 차장은 여성스러운 손짓을 즐겨 하는 기생오라비이자, 아부에 능한 제이슨이었다. 서준이 하연에게 잘해주지 않는 것을 본 그는 평소 하연을 막대하는 데에 익숙했다. “내 신분증은 어디있어요?” 하연은 그와 대화할 생각이 없었기에 바로 요점부터 말했다. “신분증이요? 그럼 잘못 찾아오셨네요. 2분 전에 대표 비서실 구 실장님이 가져가셨는데 제가 어떻게 알겠어요.” “……!” 하연은 이 결과를 예상했어야 했다. 서준은 비즈니스를 할 때 엄격하고 신속하게 움직이고 한번 한 말은 바꾸지 않는 B시에서 알아주는 냉혈한이었다. 어떻게 하연이 쉽게 그에게 도전할 수 있겠는가! 하연이 캐리어를 끌고 돌아서서 서준에게 가려고 하는데 제이슨이 그녀를 잡았다. 그의 태도가 도발적인지, 악의가 있는지는 불분명했다. “해고될 수도 있어요, 잘 생각해요. 지금 위층에서는 꽤 중요한 회의가 열리고 있고, 한 대표님께는 이미 약혼녀가 있다고 들었어요.” 제7화 민혜경의 부탁 한서준의 약혼자? 최하연과 한서준은 비밀 결혼을 했기에 회사 사람들은 그녀가 서준의 비서라는 것만 알고 있었다. ‘그럼 민혜경을 가리키는 건가?’ 하연의 이혼협의서에 잉크도 마르기 전에 혜경은 HT그룹에 화려하게 등장했다. 나중에 그녀는 한때 하연이 잤던 침대에서 잠을 자고 서준과 잠자리를 가지기도 할 것이다. 이 생각에 하연은 손이 떨리기 시작했지만 겉으로는 담담하게 대답했다. “고마워요.” 그리고 그녀는 곧바로 인사팀 사무실을 나갔다. 제이슨은 알 수 없는 표정으로 하연의 뒷모습을 바라봤다. ‘아이고, 최 비서님이 대표님을 좋아하는 건 바보가 아닌 이상 모두가 다 알 수 있는데, 해고되지 않는 게 더 이상하지.’ 그는 컴퓨터를 보며 말했다. “아, 또 재밌는 일이 생기겠네.” 대표실이 있는 층에 도착한 하연은 엘리베이터에서 내리자마자 구동후를 만났다. “최 비서님, 오셨네요.” 그녀의 캐리어를 본 동후는 틀림없이 하연이 신분증을 찾기 위해 왔다는 것을 알고 신분증이 있는 회의실을 가리켰다. “비서님 신분증은 대표님께 드렸어요. 아직 회의 중이신데, 아직 세 번째 회의예요. 급하시면 제가 말씀드릴까요?” “아뇨, 그럴 필요 없어요.” 하연은 무덤덤하게 말했다. “여기서 기다릴게요.” “네, 알겠습니다. 커피 한 잔 갖다 드릴까요?” 동후는 서준이 그녀를 해고할 생각이 없다는 것을 알고 있었다. 하연은 많은 일을 담당하고 있었고, 중요한 프로젝트가 많아 그녀를 해고하면 당장 적당한 직원을 찾기가 힘들었기 때문이다. 하연을 대하는 그의 태도는 전보다 훨씬 부드러워졌다. “K국식 핸드드립 커피예요, 배운지 얼마 안 됐지만요.” “전 정말 괜찮아요.” 서준과 깔끔하게 헤어지고 싶었던 하연은 주위 사람들에게 곁을 내어주지 않았다. 이 말을 들은 동후는 아무 말도 하지 않고 어두운 얼굴로 회의실에 들어가 서준에게 서류를 건넸다. 하연은 대표실 앞을 지나가다 회의실 쪽을 힐끗 쳐다봤다. 문틈사이로 보인 회의실 내부에는 여러 사람이 테이블을 중심으로 앉아 있었다. 그녀는 서준의 뒷모습과 정장도 버티지 못할 정도로 넓은 그의 어깨를 봤다. 그는 양쪽에 있는 사람들의 보고를 듣고 있었고, 조금씩 보이는 서준의 얼굴은 차가웠으며 한 번씩 입술이 움직였다. 서준은 회의에 집중하고 있었다. 시선을 돌린 하연은 자신의 손에 들린 캐리어와 비에 흠뻑 젖은 옷을 내려다보았다. 마음 같아서는 회의실에 들어가고 싶었지만, 그건 도리가 아니라고 생각했다. 그녀는 다시 대표실을 바라보았다. 불투명한 유리였지만 어렴풋이 푹신한 의자에 앉아 있는 여성의 실루엣이 보였다. 그 여자는 병원에서 우연히 마주쳤던 혜경이 분명했다. 지금 들어가는 건 자신의 부끄러움을 더할 뿐이었다. 이런 생각에 하연은 짐을 잠시 보관한 후 화장실로 가 찬물로 세수를 하며 서준에게 어떻게 돌려달라고 할지 생각하며 마음을 진정시켰다. “최 비서님, 왜 이렇게 늦게 오셨어요!” 손을 씻으러 온 인턴 비서가 다가와 인사를 건넸다. “그렇게 됐네.” 하연은 별다른 설명을 하지 않았다. 인턴 비서가 떠난 후 휴지로 얼굴을 닦으며 자신의 얼굴을 바라봤다. ‘지난 번에 D국에서 큰오빠가 살이 빠졌다고 하길래 다이어트 한다고 했었는데…….’ ‘다시 생각해보니 이 결혼 때문에 스트레스 받은 거였어.’ ‘그래, 결과적으로 잘한 선택이야.’ 그때 갑자기 화장실 문이 열리더니 우아한 자태의 여성이 들어왔다. 그녀의 얼굴은 하얗고 투명했으며 살짝 불룩한 배를 제외하고는 온몸에서 고귀함과 우아함이 물씬 풍겼다. 혜경을 본 하연은 왠지 모르게 열등감이 생겼다. 그녀는 재빨리 남은 물기를 닦고, 옷매무새를 정리한 후 돌아서서 나가려 했다. “잠시만요.” 그러나 옆에서 혜경의 목소리가 들렸다. “방금 사람들이 최 비서님이라고 부르던데, 서준 씨 비서 맞죠?” 가까워지는 발소리에 하연의 몸은 그대로 굳어졌다. 혜경은 그녀에게 다가가 부드럽게 미소를 지었다. “서준 씨 회의가 곧 끝날 것 같은데 커피 한 잔만 대표실로 가져다 주시겠어요? 현호 씨가 무슨 커피를 좋아하는지 잘 아시잖아요, 그렇죠?” 제8화 저에게 아주 중요한 물건을 대표님께서 가지고 계십니다 최하연은 이미 사직서를 냈으니 민혜경의 말을 들을 의무가 없어 거절했다. 그리고 민혜경의 부탁은 거의 명령에 가까웠기에 그녀의 심기를 불편하게 만들었다. 하지만 하연의 신분증이 아직 한서준에게 있으니 마지막으로 잡다한 일을 맡기로 했다. 더불어 커피를 가져다주면서 자연스레 그에게 말을 걸 수도 있었다. 하연은 심호흡을 한 뒤 동의했다. “알겠습니다.” “그럼 부탁할게요.” 그렇게 말한 후 혜경은 화장실을 나갔다. 임신 후 모성애가 그녀를 감싸는 순간이 잠시 있었지만, 여전히 혜경에게서 풍겨 나오는 자신감과 화려함은 하연과 대조적이었다. 과거 하연은 부유한 집안의 그늘 아래 혜경보다 더하면 더했지 덜하지는 않았다. 하지만 몇 년이 흐른 지금, 하연은 초라한 신세였다. 엄청난 격차에 그녀는 제자리에 우뚝 서 있었다. 깊은 한숨을 내쉬며 감정을 추스린 후 유니폼으로 갈아입고 화장실에서 나온 하연은 탕비실로 가서 커피를 만들었다. 서준은 흑설탕 3 티스푼과 우유를 넣은 아메리카노를 좋아했다. 회의가 끝난 사람들은 하나 둘씩 회의실을 빠져나왔지만 그녀는 서준을 발견하지 못했다. ‘벌써 대표실로 들어간 건가?’ 하연은 커피를 들고 대표실 문을 두드렸다. “들어오세요.” 안에서 들려온 것은 서준의 차가운 목소리가 아닌 온화하고 부드러운 혜경의 목소리였다. 하연은 손이 떨려 하마터면 커피를 쏟을 뻔했다. 긴 고민 끝에 그녀는 마침내 용기를 내어 대표실 문을 열었다. 문을 열자마자 그녀는 서준의 무릎에 앉아 그의 목을 껴안고 있는 혜경을 발견했다. 어느정도 예상은 했지만 그 장면을 두 눈으로 보니 하연은 진정할 수 없었고 심장은 고통으로 뛰고 있었다. 대표실로 들어온 하연을 본 혜경은 조금 당황한 듯했다. “여기에 두고 나가시면 돼요.” 혜경의 부드러운 목소리에 그녀는 다시 머릿속이 복잡해졌다. 하연은 천천히 고개를 들었고 꽤 가까운 거리에서 자신을 바라보고 있는 서준의 눈과 마주쳤다. 그의 눈에서 뿜어져 나오는 냉기가 단숨에 자신을 삼켜버릴 것 같았다. 그 순간 하연은 직감적으로 서준이 일부러 그런 모습을 보였다는 것을 알았다. ‘내가 왜 왔는 지 알면서 나한테 굳이 이런 모습을 보이는 이유가 뭐야!’ “최 비서님?” 우쿠커니 서 있는 하연을 본 혜경이 입을 열었다. “네.” 하연은 고개를 살짝 끄덕이고 커피를 테이블 위에 올려 놓은 후 도망치듯 돌아갔지만 단 두 걸음 만에 걸음을 멈췄다. 뒤에서 들려오는 희미한 소리에 그녀의 머리속엔 뒤엉켜 있는 두 사람의 모습뿐이었다. 하연은 다리에 힘이 풀려 주저앉을 것 같았다. 하지만 필사적으로 버텼다. 그러나 혜경은 자신과 서준, 둘만의 시간을 방해하는 그녀의 존재가 거슬렸다. “최 비서님, 또 다른 용건 있으세요?” “그…….” 하연은 끝내 용기를 내어 다시 한번 뒤를 돌아 말했다. “저에게 아주 중요한 물건을 대표님께서 가지고 계십니다. 대표님, 돌려주세요.” 200제곱미터에 달하는 대표실의 분위기는 순식간에 얼어붙었다. 책상 위에는 서류가 산더미처럼 쌓여 있고, 흰 셔츠를 입고 가죽 의자에 앉아 있는 서준은 소름 끼치는 표정을 짓고 있었다. “아? 물건이요?” 이 말을 들은 혜경은 호기심이 발동했는지 서준을 더 꽉 껴안으며 물었다. “서준 씨, 왜 비서 물건을 숨기는 거야?” “아, 별거 아니야.” 서준은 혜경의 얇은 팔을 잡아당겼고, 하연의 눈 앞에서 두 사람의 몸을 더 밀착시켰다. 하연은 입술을 질끈 깨물고 아무 말도 하지 않았지만 피눈물이 나는 기분이었다. 남 보다 못한 서준은 그녀를 바라보며 말했다. “나가봐.” 그 말은 강렬하고도 가혹했다. 그런 서준의 모습은 그녀에게 신분증을 쉽게 돌려줄 생각이 없어 보였다. “제 신분증이에요.” 혜경이 있는 틈을 타 그녀는 단도직입적으로 말해 이 일을 해결하고 깔끔하게 떠나고 싶었을 뿐 잠시도 여기에 머물고 싶지 않았다. “전 이미 HT그룹에서 퇴직했는데 대표님께서 왜 제 신분증을 가져 가셨는지 모르겠어요? 대표님이 저에게 다른 감정이라도 가지고 계신 건 아닌지 의심스럽습니다. HT그룹에는 일 잘하는 사람이 차고 넘치잖아요. 저 같은 비서에게 그런 비열한 방법은 사용하지 않으셨으면 좋겠습니다.” 제9화 모두가 다 보는 앞에서 유니폼을 벗다 대표실은 살얼음장과 같았다. 늘 한서준을 조심스럽게 대하던 최하연이 강압적이고 차가운 태도를 보인 것은 이번이 처음이었다. 그녀의 말에 서준의 얼굴이 금세 어두워졌다. “정말이야, 서준 씨?” 혜경이 다가온 순간, 서준은 그녀가 눈치채지 못하게 미간을 찌푸렸다. “정말이겠어?” 그는 서늘한 표정으로 말했다. “저 여자 말대로 HT그룹에 일 잘 하는 사람은 차고 넘쳤어. 저런 일개 비서의 신분증은 원하지도, 필요하지도 않아.” “퇴사하기 전에 인수인계는 똑바로 해야지. 입사할 때 지급한 유니폼을 입고 인수인계도 없이 떠나는 건 HT그룹 규칙에 어긋나니까.” 그제야 하연은 자신의 신분증을 이용해 HT그룹으로 불러들인 서준의 의도를 알아차렸다. 이곳에 남거나 아무것도 없이 떠나거나. 서준은 이런 방법을 사용해 그녀를 항복하도록 하려고 했으며 하연이 항복할 것이라 확신했다. 그 순간, 하연에게 남아 있던 마지막 자존심까지 모조리 짓밟혔다. “아, 그런 거야? 그런 거면 최 비서가 잘못했네.” “순간 최 비서랑 서준 씨 사이에 뭔가 있는 줄 알았잖아.” 혜경이 서준의 품을 더 파고드는 것을 본 하연은 미친듯이 떨리는 마음을 억누르고 검은색 유니폼 자켓을 벗고 셔츠를 하나씩 풀었다. “벗을게요.” 간결하고 확실한 네 글자. ‘서준 씨 말이 맞아. 끝낼 거면 확실하게 끝내야지.’ 그녀의 갑작스러운 행동에 대표실은 삽시간에 고요해졌다. 혜경은 믿을 수 없다는 표정으로 그녀를 바라봤다. 이미 고개를 숙인 서준의 욕정으로 얼룩진 서늘한 눈빛이 얼어붙었다. 그는 최근 하연이 이전과 확연히 다르다는 것을 분명하게 느꼈다. 이 느낌은 그녀가 자신의 족쇄에서 완전히 벗어난 것처럼 말로는 설명하기 어려운 감정이었다. 서준은 완전히 통제력을 잃었다. 아니면 3년이라는 결혼 생활동안 그녀를 정말로 이해하지 못한 건 아닐까? 대표실의 소문이 빠르게 퍼지자 많은 직원들이 문 앞에서 기웃거렸다. 아무도 항상 온화하고 친절했던 하연에게 그런 거친 면이 있을 거라 생각하지 못했다. 셔츠를 벗은 하연은 하얀 나시만 입고 있었고, 그녀의 아름다운 몸매가 드러났다. 그녀의 몸매가 드러나자 밖에 있던 동료들은 입을 다물지 못했다. “정말 벗을 줄은 몰랐어요, 근데 최 비서님 몸매 진짜 예쁘네요…….” “아니, 우리 유니폼이 이렇게 펑퍼짐한데 누가 최 비서님 몸매가 저렇게 좋을지 알았겠어요?” 구동후의 뼈 때리는 말로 그들의 수다가 멈췄다. “아주 한가하지? 일 안 해? 전부 월급에서 깎일 줄 알아!” 모여 있던 직원들은 서로의 눈치를 보다 즉시 각자의 자리로 돌아갔다. 그제야 동후는 살짝 열린 창문 틈으로 안을 들여다보았고 이해가 안 되는 부분이 마음속에서 충돌했다. ‘대표님이 이미 퇴사한 일개 비서 때문에 일을 이렇게 어렵게 만드는 건 처음 봐, 도대체 무슨 일이 있었던 거야?’ 대표실 안에서 나시 하나만 입고 있던 하연은 갑작스러운 찬 공기에 움찔했다. 그녀는 추위를 견딘 후 간신히 고개를 들었다. “대표님, 이제 제 신분증 좀 주실래요?” 하연은 그가 또 다른 이유를 대며 거절할까 봐 걱정하며 말했다. “말씀하신 인수인계는 제가 자리를 잡은 후 구 실장님께 이메일로 보내겠습니다. 대표님 마음에 들지 않으면 지난 달 월급은 안 주셔도 됩니다.” 이는 서준과의 관계를 완전히 끊겠다는 뜻이었다. 서준의 검은 눈동자는 서늘해졌고, 확고한 하연의 모습에 알 수 없는 감정이 가슴 깊은 곳에서부터 휘몰아치고 있었다. 제10화 오빠의 마중 “서준 씨?” 민혜경은 한 공간에 같이 있는 이 두 사람이 어떤 관계인지 모른 채 그저 최하연이 눈에 거슬리기만 했다. “서준 씨, 얼른 주고 보내! 오늘 우리 부모님이 내가 당신 데리고 오는 줄 알고 기다리고 있어, 오랫동안 못 만났잖아, 우리 부모님이 서준 씨 보고 싶대.” 부드러운 그녀의 목소리에 한서준은 정신을 차렸다. 한씨 가문은 민씨 가문에 가책을 느끼고 있어 그는 민씨 저택에 방문했어야 했다. 하지만 이 말에도 하연의 얼굴은 서준에 대한 모든 것들이 더 이상 그녀와 아무 상관이 없는 것처럼 평온했다. 서준은 답답하고 복잡했다. “저기 있어.” 하연은 그가 턱으로 가리킨 쪽을 바라봤다. 그곳엔 신분증이 정수기 밑에 아무렇게나 널브러진 채 마치 그녀처럼 버림받은 것처럼 보였다. “네.” 하연은 씁쓸한 마음을 억누르고 신분증을 주워들은 뒤 뒤도 돌아보지 않고 돌아서서 대표실을 떠났다. 그 뒤에는 날카롭고 차가운 시선이 그녀를 따라다니는 것 같았다. 대표실 문을 열고 나가는 순간 사무실 직원들의 시선이 일제히 쏠렸다. 그저 흥미롭게 보는 사람도 있고 동정하는 사람도 있었지만 그들의 시선에는 가십거리라는 배경이 깔려 있었다. 더군다나 회사에선 하연이 서준을 꼬셔서 그에게 쫓겨났다는 소문도 돌았다. 그녀는 법적으로 서준의 부인이었지만, 내연녀로 치부됐다. 하연은 눈시울이 붉어졌다. 눈물을 참기 위해 애쓰며 1층 로비에 도착했을 때 뒤에서 다가오는 발자국 소리가 들렸다. “최 비서님, 밖에 비 와요. 추우시면 제 겉옷 드릴게요.” 우산을 가져다준 사람은 다름아닌 구동후였다. ‘매정한 HT그룹에도 따뜻한 사람이 있긴 하구나.’ 겉옷을 벗으려는 동후를 본 하연은 그를 말리며 씁쓸함을 목에 삼켰다. “아니에요, 고마워요 구 실장님. 이제 만날 일도 없겠네요.” 그녀의 씁쓸한 표정을 본 동후는 입을 움직였지만 한동안 무슨 말을 해야 할지 몰랐다. 그가 머뭇거리는 사이 하연은 미련없이 자리를 떠나 빗 속으로 뛰어들었다. 이럴 때는 폭풍우만이 꿈에서 깨어날 수 있는 유일한 방법이었다. 공항으로 향하는 택시에 앉아 창밖으로 쏟아지는 빗줄기를 바라보던 하연은 몇 년 동안 살았던 도시가 눈에 들어와 참지 못하고 전화를 걸었다. 전화가 연결되자마자 지친 그녀는 젖 먹던 힘을 다해 말했다. “오빠…….” 그녀는 상대에게 몇 마디 말을 한 뒤 전화를 끊었다. 8시간 후, 전용기가 B시 공항에 착륙했다. 하연은 키가 크고 검은 옷을 입은 한 남자의 품에 안겼다. 뒤에 있던 경호원이 그녀의 캐리어를 끌고 두 사람을 전용기에 태웠다. …… 늦은 밤, 검은색 벤틀리 한 대가 천천히 한씨 고택으로 들어섰다. 뒷좌석에 앉아 있던 서준은 고개를 들어 무성한 관목 아래 고층 저택을 바라봤다. 평소 늘 불이 켜져 있던 침실도 어둡기만 했다. ‘진짜 갔구나.’ 혜경은 서늘한 서준의 기운을 느꼈고, 식사 자리에서 그녀의 아버지가 한 말 때문에 화난 게 분명하다고 생각했다. “서준 씨, 밥 먹을 때 우리 언니랑 서준 씨 사이에 일어난 일로 기분이 상했다는 거 알아. 결혼은 서두르지 않아도 돼, 우리 아빠는 신경 쓰지 마. 우리 아빠는 내가 혼전임신이라 재촉하는 것뿐이야…….” 혜경의 말에 서준은 생각을 뒤로 미뤄두고, 그녀가 잡은 자신의 소매 끝을 보며 말했다. “구겨졌네.” 혜경은 그의 말에 무의식적으로 손을 뗐다. 그 후 서준은 문을 열고 차에서 내렸고, 혜경은 쓸쓸히 떠나는 그의 뒷모습을 멍하니 바라봤다. ‘오늘 대표실에서 자기 다리 위에 앉혔으면서 어떻게 하루도 안 지났는데 딴 사람이 된 거야?’ 하지만 그녀는 생각은 잠시 미뤄두고 서준의 뒤를 따라 차에서 내렸다. 제11화 참가 자격이 박탈당하다 고택에서 한참을 기다린 가정부는 돌아온 한서준의 외투를 받아들었고, 서준의 뒤에 있는 민혜경을 보고 잠시 멍해졌다. “혜경 아가씨, 방은 준비해 뒀습니다. 이쪽 복도를 따라 올라가시면 됩니다.” 서준을 따라 계단으로 향하던 혜경은 멈춰 서서 믿을 수 없다는 듯이 쳐다봤다. “서준 씨, 우리 같이 자는 거 아니에요?” 그녀가 고택으로 들어오는 걸 동의한 서준은 결혼도 암묵적으로 동의한 격이었다. 함께 사는 건 당연한 일이었다. 그녀의 말에 서준은 미간을 찌푸렸다. “그…….” 혜경은 더 이상 어떠한 말도 감히 하지 못했다. 남아있던 하연의 흔적이 사라질까 봐 그는 가정부에게 다른 방을 준비해라고 지시했었다. “난 아직 할 일이 남았으니까 먼저 자러 가.” 서준은 무관심한 어투로 혜경을 바라보며 눈빛을 보냈다. “하지만…….” 예상대로 혜경은 여전히 달갑지 않은 추궁을 해 왔고, 서준의 지시를 받은 배현숙이 그녀를 막았다. “혜경 아가씨, 절 따라오세요.” 고택의 엘리베이터 문이 닫히며 차갑기 짝이 없는 서준의 얼굴이 가려졌다. 혜경은 마음속의 불만을 억눌렀다. ‘귀국한 후로 서준 씨의 행동이 너무 달라졌어.’ 가깝고도 먼 그의 마음을 도저히 알 수 없었다. 서재로 돌아온 서준은 샤워를 하고 목욕가운을 입은 뒤 손에 든 문서를 훑어봤지만 정신은 딴 데로 가 있었다. 예전 같으면 하연이 서재에 따뜻한 수프를 가져다주고 침실로 가 그를 기다렸을 것이다. 때로는 서재에서 밤을 지새우기도 하고, 때로는 침실로 돌아와 그녀는 소파에서, 서준은 침대에서 자기도 했지만 그녀는 하루도 빠짐없이 수프를 가져다줬다. 하지만 오늘은 아무리 기다려도 수프를 가져다주는 사람이 없었다. 이런 그녀의 흔적에 서준은 괜히 짜증이 났다. 이때 전화가 울렸다. 화면에 뜬 ‘구 실장’이라는 글자를 보고 서준은 왠지 모르게 느낌이 좋지 않아 미간을 찌푸렸다. [대표님, 방금 D국 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 담당자에게 연락이 왔는데 HT그룹이 기부금액 적다는 이유로 참가 자격을 박탈당했다고 합니다.] 서준의 얼굴은 금세 어두워졌다. 원래 이 모든 것은 하연이 담당했지만 그녀가 떠난 이상 모든 건 동후의 몫이 되었다. “기부금액 적다고? 박람회 참가 자격은 각 그룹이 적십자사에 기부한 금액을 기준으로 결정하는 거 아니야? HT그룹은 작년에 이미 600억 원을 기부했어, 근데 적다고?” 대표의 기분이 심상치 않다는 것을 느낀 동후는 등에 식은땀이 흘렀다. [저도 이해가 되지 않아 이 문제에 대해 알아보려고 최 비서님께 연락드렸지만, 사용할 수 없는 번호라고…….] “…….” 동후는 다음 말을 계속 이어 나갈 수 없었다. 곧 서재는 정적에 휩싸였고 서준은 인상을 지으며 오늘 대표실에서 유니폼을 벗던 하연의 모습을 떠올렸다. 그는 알 수 없는 감정에 가슴이 휘몰아쳤다. 그의 기억이 맞다면, 하연은 시골에서 태어나 수도권 대학에 입학했다. 그녀는 노력 끝에 옷가게를 열었지만 서준과 결혼한 후 얼마 되지 않아 문을 닫았다. 그렇게 하연은 한씨 집안에서 정기적으로 주는 용돈을 제외하고는 추가 수입이 없었다. ‘돈도 없는 여자가 어디로 갔을까?’ “우선 시골로 가 봐.” 그는 하연이 알려준 고향 주소를 아직도 기억하고 있었고, 그녀를 찾을 수 있다고 확신했다. “그리고 D국 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 담당자에게 전화해. 총책임자랑 얘기를 해 봐야 겠어.” 전화를 끊은 서준은 휴대폰을 집어 던졌고, 그의 얼굴은 점점 더 어두워졌다. 제12화 D국의 다섯 오빠들 유럽풍 건물의 호화로운 스위트룸, 최하연은 익숙한 듯 기지개를 펴고 일어났다. 방 구조나 가구들은 그녀가 떠났을 때와 다름없었다. 하연의 머리맡에는 따뜻한 차가 놓여 있었고, 침대 위에는 세련된 옷들이 여러 벌 놓여 있었다. 코 끝이 시큰거렸다. B시에서는 꿈도 꾸지 못할 대우였다. “할아버지는 비행기 추락 사고 소식을 들으시고 네가 전화를 안 받아서 심정지가 오셨어, 아직도 병상에 누워계셔.” 뒤에서 발소리가 가까워지더니 검은 옷을 입은 큰 키의 남자가 카리스마와 아우라를 풍기며 그녀의 침실에 나타났다. 그는 B시로 하연을 데리러 온 오빠 최하민이었다. 하민은 현재 최씨 가문의 경영을 이끌고 있고 항상 온화함을 유지하며 한 번도 화를 낸 적이 없다. 할아버지가 편찮으시다는 소식에 하연은 덜컥 겁이 나 울먹였다. “오빠, 많이 위중하신 거야……?” “심각한 정도는 아니야, 넌 네 몸이나 챙겨.” 하민은 하연의 손을 잡아당기며 나가려는 그녀를 막았다. “지금 네 꼴을 봐, 이게 사람 얼굴이야? 예전에 한 약속 잊었어?” 이 말을 들은 하연은 발걸음을 멈췄다. 당연히 잊지 않았다. 그녀는 할아버지에게 한서준이 자신을 사랑하지 않고 나아가 이혼까지 하게 된다면 영원히 최씨 가문에 남아 가업을 돕겠다고 약속했다. 심지어 하연은 최씨 가문의 사업을 확장하기 위해 4대 가문 중 하나인 나씨 가문과 결혼하겠다는 제안을 순순히 받아들이기로 했다. ‘오빠가 갑자기 이런 말을 하는 걸 보면, 벌써 사람을 찾아 놓은 거야?’ ‘나씨 가문의 아들은 알아주는 바람둥이라고 하던데…….’ “근데 오빠 난 이혼한지도 얼마 안 됐고, 아직 재혼할 생각이 없어…….” 그녀는 거의 빌다시피 말했다. 순간 하민은 표정을 풀더니 전보다 훨씬 부드러워진 목소리로 말했다. 당연히 겁주려고 한 말이었다. “넌 최씨 집안 딸이야. 우리 가문은 자식을 팔면서까지 집안을 키우진 않아 하지만, 할아버지가 완치하실 때까지는 내 옆에서 오른팔 역할을 똑똑히 해.” 이 말의 의미는 D국에 있는 하민의 DS그룹에 들어오라는 말이었다. 하연의 가족들은 그녀가 상운대 글로벌비지니스학부에 들어갈 때부터 이 일을 염두에 두고 있었다. 하지만 하연이 자신의 꿈을 이루기 위해 디자이너 브랜드 숍을 열고 서준에게 첫눈에 반할 줄은 누가 상상이라도 했을까? ‘오빠랑 할아버지가 많이 속상해하실 거야.’ 简介：结婚三年，黎歌连霍靳城的手指都没碰到，更别提诞下一儿半女。直到一场空难，她作为幸存者，却在医院里撞见了霍靳城陪别的女人做产检。她才知道，她从未走进过这个男人的心房。决定放手的那一刻，她摇身一变竟然成了全球首富的外孙女。既然霍太太做不了，那就做霍氏的死对头，让他再也高攀不上！ <…B시로 향하던 여객기가 착륙 중 갑작스러운 사고가 났습니다. 이로 인해 현재 사망자수가 136명을 넘어섰으며 생존자는 3명에 불과한 상황입니다.> 병원 로비의 대형 스크린에는 이번 항공기 사고가 실시간으로 보도되고 있었다. 최하연은 세 명뿐인 생존자 중의 하나로 두 다리에 붕대를 감은 채 중환자실 병상 위에 누워 있었다. 그때, 손에 들린 핸드폰에서 소리가 들려왔다. “지금 고객님께서 전화를 받을 수 없습니다. 다음에 다시 걸어주세요.” 사고가 나던 그 순간부터 지금까지, 남편 한서준은 전화를 받지 않았다. 설마 그가 온 나라를 떠들썩하게 한 여객기 사고를 모를 일은 없었다. 사고 당시, 현장에는 승객들의 시신이 여기저기 아무렇게나 널려 있었다. 그녀는 사고의 충격과 죽음의 공포로 숨도 제대로 쉴 수 없었다. 결혼한 지 3년이나 되었지만 남편은 그녀가 가장 필요로 하는 순간 연락이 되지 않았다. 하연은 마음 한 켠이 시려 오는 것을 느꼈다. 그때, 휴대폰 벨 소리가 들려왔다. 한참이나 멍하게 있던 그녀는 정신을 차리고 발신자를 확인했다. 할머니였다. 하연의 얼굴이 어두워졌다. “여보세요.” 그녀가 잔뜩 쉰 목소리로 전화를 받았다. 전화 건너편에서 친절하면서도 연로한 목소리가 들려왔다. [우리 하연이, 이 할미가 너 때문에 제 명에 못 죽겠구나. 너무 놀라서 말이야. 어디 다친 데는 없고? 서준이가 옆에 같이 있지?] 강영숙은 서준의 친할머니로 한씨 집안 사람들 중 유일하게 하연에게 관심을 갖는 분이었다. “서준 씨는…….” 머뭇거리는 그녀의 말에 강영숙이 무언가를 눈치 챈 듯했다. [이런 정신 나간 놈을 봤나! 비서로 또 아내로, 해외 출장간 남편 일을 다 봐주고 있는데 이렇게 큰 사고가 터졌는데도 코빼기도 안보여? 기다려봐라! 이 할미가 정신나간 그 녀석을 가만 두나!] 그녀가 다시 물었다. [지금 어느 병원에 있어? 집사를 보낼 테니 기다리렴!] 하연이 병원 주소를 알려주자 강영숙은 전화를 끊었다. 그녀는 고개를 푹 숙인 채 말없이 팔에 꽂혀 있던 주사 바늘을 빼냈다. 그리고는 통증을 참으며 침대에서 내려왔다. “환자분, 지금 뭐하시는 거예요? 다리 부상이 심각하니 안정을 취해야 해요.” 마침 병실로 들어오던 간호사가 깜짝 놀라 소리쳤다. “목발 좀 가져다주세요. 퇴원해야겠어요.” 하연의 말투가 얼마나 단호했던지 간호사가 멍하니 그녀를 바라봤다. 장기간 입원해야 한다면 병원보다는 서준의 본가에서 요양하는 편이 나을 것 같았다. 사실, 하연은 HT그룹 회장의 비서였다. 이번 두바이 출장은 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 전시회의 제품 배치와 근무인원을 확정 짓기 위해 HT그룹을 대표해 갔던 것이었다. 그리고 일의 결과를 즉시 보고하기로 되어있었다. ‘한서준 이 남자, 도대체 지금 어디서 뭘 하고 있는 거야?’ 결국, 간호사는 퇴원하겠다는 그녀를 막지 못했다. 하연은 곧장 중환자실을 나와 목발을 짚고 절뚝거리며 수납처로 향했다. 그때, 병원 1층 로비의 유리 벽 너머로 익숙한 차량번호판이 보였다. 고급 승용차 몇 대가 그 뒤를 따르고 있었는데 자세히 보니 HT 그룹 소유의 차들이었다. 먼저 차에서 내린 사람들이 검정색 수트를 입은 한 남자를 빼곡히 둘러싸고 있었다. 그는 어떤 여자를 품에 안고 있었는데 그녀를 몹시 아끼는 듯 보였다. 그의 검정색 코트가 그녀의 하얀 다리를 덮고 있었다. 남자는 하연의 존재를 전혀 알지 못한 채 황급히 병원 본관 쪽으로 향했다. 하연은 그 자리에 서서 여자를 안고 전문의 진찰실로 들어가는 그를 가만히 바라보았다. 결혼생활 3년 동안 저렇게 다정한 남편의 모습은 한 번도 본 적이 없었다. 그가 안고 있는 여자는 누구일까? 그녀는 갑자기 가슴에 엄청난 통증이 밀려오는 것을 느꼈다. 그 고통이 얼마나 컸던지 호흡이 곤란할 지경이었다. 그때, 복도 반대편에서 걸어오던 간호사가 들릴락 말락 한 소리로 통화하며 그녀의 곁을 자나갔다. “내가 그쪽으로 갈게. 저 사람이 경제 뉴스에 자주 등장하는 HT 그룹 후계자 한서준이야. 실제로 보니 더 남자다운데? 우리 병원에서 보게 되다니 너무 신기해. 여자친구 데리고 산부인과에 진료받으러 왔나 봐.” “산부인과? 확실해?” “그럼 확실하지. 진료 차트에 적힌 걸 봤는데 벌써 태아가 12주나 됐던데? 태아 상태가 불안정한지 오늘 출혈이 있었대. 그래서 한사장이 안고 온 거라 던데?” 그 말을 들은 하연이 머릿속으로 날짜를 계산했다. ‘12주라면…… 두 달 전?’ 제2화 하늘이 맺어준 커플 하연은 두 달 전, 1주일 정도 출장 일정이 잡혀 있던 한서준의 일정보고서가 생각났다. 핸드폰을 쥐고 있는 그녀의 손이 떨려왔다. ‘그 때 생긴 아이인 거야?’ 그녀는 한서준의 숨겨진 아내로 오래 전부터 비밀계약을 맺고 있었다. 하지만 이제껏 남편의 스캔들에 대해서는 들어본 적이 없었다. “한서준 사장이 여자친구에게 참 각별한 것 같아…… 저 여자는 전생에 나라를 구했나 봐. 보아하니 곧 공식발표가 날 것 같은데?” “그러게. 나도 아까 검색해 봤어. 네 생각엔 저 사람이 여자친구가 맞는 것 같아?” 카트를 밀고 가던 젊은 간호사가 옆에 있는 간호사에게 핸드폰 속 사진을 보여주었다. 그러자 그녀가 깜짝 놀라며 말했다. “맞아, 맞아! 이 여자야! ST그룹 둘째 딸! 한서준이랑 너무 잘 어울리지 않아? 하늘이 맺어준 커플 같아!” 두 사람은 호들갑을 떨며 반대편으로 걸어갔다. ‘ST 그룹이라…….’ 퇴원 수속을 마친 하연은 집사의 차를 타고 가면서도 마음이 좀처럼 진정되지 않았다. 반쯤 열린 창문 아래 핸드폰 화면의 불빛이 창백한 하연의 얼굴을 비췄다. 수 없이 검색해 봤지만 한서준과 ST 그룹과의 연관성은 전혀 찾을 수 없었다. ‘B시의 잘 나가는 두 명문가 집안이 이런 식으로 엮이다니 이상해.’ 서준의 본가에 도착하니 거실에 불이 켜져 있었다. 눈엣가시 같은 시누이 대신 서준의 할머니인 강영숙 여사가 지팡이에 몸을 의지한 채 그녀를 기다리고 있었다. “우리 하연이 왔구나! 네가 복이 많아서 그 큰 사고 중에도 무사했구나. 너무 놀라서 하마터면 숨이 넘어갈 뻔했지 뭐냐.” “할머니, 전 괜찮아요.” 하연은 올라가 쉬고 싶은 마음이 컸지만 웃으며 말했다. “할머니, 사실 저 좀 피곤해요.” “그래, 그래. 얼른 올라가서 쉬어라. 서준이한테 연락해 놨으니까 곧 올 거다.” 하연은 몸을 숙이는 순간 심한 통증이 몰려와 얼굴이 일그러졌다. 강영숙은 그녀가 괴로운 이유가 서준 때문이라고 생각했다. 하연의 머릿속에 서준의 생각이 스쳐 지나갔다. 그는 자신에게 진짜 모습을 숨기고 있었다. 그에게 여자친구가 있다는 사실이 이렇게 가슴에 가시가 되어 박힐 줄은 몰랐다. ‘내가 지금까지 참고 견뎌온 날이 한순간에 우스워지다니…….’ …… 서준은 다음날 밤 늦게나 되어 본가에 도착했다. “아직 안 잤어? 깨어 있으면서 불은 왜 꺼 뒀어?” 그가 침실의 불을 켰다. 하연은 그런 그를 보며 마음이 불편했다. 그녀는 하루 종일 침대에 누워만 있었다. 집사가 가져다준 음식도 거의 먹지 못했고 결국 그것들은 차갑게 식어버린 상태였다. “당신 며칠 동안 어디에 있었어요?” 그녀는 서준의 얼굴은 보지도 않은 채 수척해진 모습으로 돌아서서 힘없이 물었다. 재킷을 벗자 그의 탄탄한 몸매가 드러났다. 서준은 그녀의 물음에 미간을 잔뜩 찌푸린 채 침대 헤드 쪽으로 눈을 돌렸다. 결혼 3년 동안 그녀가 이렇게 자신의 행방을 추궁하는 것은 처음이었다. “T시에 있는 지사에 문제가 있어서 출장 다녀왔어.” 서준은 평소처럼 냉담하게 대답한 후, 귀찮다는 듯 거칠게 넥타이를 끌어내리고는 욕실 쪽으로 향했다. “그래요?” 하연의 웃음 소리가 침실 안에 울렸다. “비서실 구동후 실장님께 여쭤봤는데 T시로 가는 비행기표 구매내역이 없더군요.” 그녀의 말투에 의심이 잔뜩 묻어났다. “무슨 말을 하고 싶은 거야?” 서준이 욕실 입구에 멈춰 서서 물었다. 굳이 얼굴을 보지 않아도 그가 화가 폭발하기 직전이라는 것쯤은 알 수 있었다. ‘하, 곧 불 같이 화를 내겠네.’ 제3화 한씨 집안 며느리가 된 이유 “당신이랑 그 여자, 대체 언제부터 만난 거야?” 하연이 겨우 몸을 추스리며 침대에 기대 앉았다. 서준은 그녀가 3년전 혼인신고를 할 때보다 훨씬 말랐다는 것을 알아챘다. 어찌나 야위었던지 바람이 불면 날아가버릴 것 같았다. “당신 내 뒷조사를 한 거야?” 그의 안색이 변했다. “내가 그렇게 한가한 사람으로 보여요? 내가 입원했던 병원에서 내 두 눈으로 당신들 두 사람을 봤어요.” 그녀는 낮은 목소리로, 한 글자 한 글자 또박또박 내 뱉었다. 순간, 심장이 찢기는 것 같았다. 하지만 서준의 얼굴에는 못마땅한 기색이 역력했다. 그는 하연이 사고가 난 것을 알면서도 걱정하는 말 한 마디 없었다. 그녀는 그가 하는 말들을 들으며 혐오스러운 느낌이 들었다. ‘부부로 살았던 3년이라는 시간이 아무것도 아닌 것 같아.’ 하연은 며느리가 하는 일 마다 트집잡는 시어머니와 자신을 눈엣가시처럼 여기는 시누이에게 정성을 다했다. 집에서는 주부로 또 회사에서는 헌신적인 비서 역할을 도맡았다. 그녀는 서준의 할머니 강영숙 여사의 뜻에 따라 아들, 딸 잘 낳는 좋은 손자며느리가 되려고 노력했다. 3년 동안 그만큼 했으면 강영숙 여사에게 가족으로서의 의리는 충분히 지킨 것이다. 하지만 그 결과는 어떠한가? 3년간 하연은 서준의 몸에 손가락 하나도 댈 수가 없었다. 한 방을 쓰고 있었지만 침대는 따로 썼기 때문이었다. 하연은 밀려오는 통증을 참으며 차가운 그의 눈을 바라보았다. 그러다 무슨 용기가 났는지 소리를 내어 가볍게 웃었다. “당신 어머니는 내가 애도 못 낳으면서 결혼한 양심도 없는 여자라고 했죠. 그런데 지금 당신이 밖에서 다른 여자와 아이를 가진 걸 내가 어떻게 받아들여야 하죠?” 간신히 침대에 기대고 있는 그녀는 당장이라도 쓰러질 것 같았다. 하지만 고개를 꼿꼿하게 쳐들고는 그의 옷깃을 잡았다. 하지만 곧바로 굵은 그의 손에 잡히고 말았다. 한서준은 차가운 눈빛으로 그녀를 빤히 바라보았다. “혜경이는 내 세컨드가 아니야. 20년 넘게 알고 지낸 사이야.” ‘어릴 적부터 알고 지낸 사이였구나.’ 하연은 자신을 잡고 있는 서준의 손에 점점 힘이 들어가는 것을 느꼈다. “혜경이가 5년 전에 출국한 이후로 서로 한번도 연락한 적 없어.” 그녀는 뒤통수를 한 대 세게 맞은 것 같았다. ‘어쩐지 아무리 찾아봐도 여자를 만난 흔적이 1도 없더라니…….’ 하지만 그 여자가 임신한 것이 다시 생각났다. 그녀는 다시 고개를 들고 쉰 목소리로 물었다. “그래서 이제 두 사람, 다시 만나는 거예요?” 한서준은 뭔가 말하려다가 입을 다물었다. 그리고는 어두워진 그녀의 눈동자를 정면으로 바라보았다. “내가 왜 당신을 이 곳 안주인으로 들였는지 벌써 잊은 것 같군.” HT 그룹 내에는 상속을 원하는 형제들이 많았고 후계자 자리를 노리는 자들도 많았다. 서준의 할머니인 강영숙 여사는 일부러 B시의 미혼 여성 중에서 손자며느리를 골라 그와 결혼시키고, 아들 딸을 낳아 그룹 내에서의 입지를 단단히 하려고 했다. 강영숙 여사는 자신의 생명을 구해 준 하연을 손자며느리로 추천했다. 그녀는 서준을 찾아가 모든 일에 간섭하지 않겠다고 약속하고 비밀결혼에 동의했다. 그리고 당시에 자신이 운영하던 잘 나가던 브랜드 샵도 문을 닫았다. 그 후로 HT그룹에 들어가 서준의 일을 돕는 비서로 일해왔다. 그래서 그가 하연에게 선을 넘지 말라고 경고하는 것이었다. 그녀가 웃으며 말했다. “잊긴요, 하나를 손에 넣으면 더 갖고 싶은 게 사람 욕심이잖아요?” 그녀의 얼굴은 창백했지만 눈동자는 빛이 나고 있었다. 얼굴에 미소마저 없었더라면 마치 무덤에서 걸어 나온 처녀귀신 같아 보였을지도 몰랐다. 순간, 서준은 하연이 어딘가 변했다고 느꼈다. 하지만 그 말을 입 밖에 내지는 않았다. 그녀가 잡힌 손을 슬며시 빼냈다. 꽤 큰 침실은 창문이 닫혀 있었는데 공기가 점점 답답해지고 있었다. 온도도 점점 높아져 어느덧 온도계가 30도를 가리키고 있었다. 더운 공기에 서준의 숨이 가빠오는 것이 느껴졌다. 하연은 다시 그의 셔츠 깃에 손을 가져다 댔다. 그는 피하지 않고 가만히 있었다. 그는 약간 화가 난 듯한 얼굴이었지만 너무 더워 그녀를 밀어낼 기력이 없어 보였다. “당신 지금 무슨 짓을 하는 거야?” 제4화 더 이상 한씨 집안 며느리가 아니에요 하연은 서준의 셔츠 단추를 하나씩 풀었다. 그리고 그의 복근을 따라 내려가며 입을 맞추었다. 오랫동안 감춰온 서준에 대한 갈망 탓인지 귀밑까지 붉어졌다. 그녀는 손놀림을 멈추지 않은 채 쉰 목소리로 말했다. “내가 어떻게 이 집의 작은 안주인이 되었는지 잊었냐고요? 어떻게 잊을 수 있겠어요. 제 임무는 당신의 아이를 낳는 거예요. 지금 나는 내 임무를 수행하고 있는 거고요.” “어떻게 그런 말을?!” 화를 내는 서준의 탄탄한 복근이 울룩불룩 움직였다. “방 안에 최음제를 좀 뿌렸어요. 조금만 참으면 곧 괜찮아질 거예요. 저는 제 임무를 위해 아이를 가지려는 것뿐이에요.” 그녀는 더 대담하고 과감하게 행동했다. 전에는 한번도 보여준 적 없는 요염한 모습이었다. 하연의 적극적인 도발에 서준의 몸이 본능적으로 반응하기 시작했고 호흡도 거칠어졌다. 이 모든 게 최음제 때문이라고 속으로 되뇌이며, 서준은 혀 끝을 깨물어 가까스로 되찾은 일말의 이성으로 하연의 거침없는 손을 꽉 움켜 잡았다. “최하연, 너 정말 역겨워.” 서준의 말에 그녀의 끓어오르던 욕망이 순식간에 폭삭 가라앉아 버렸다. 하연은 눈에 눈물이 고였다. 마지막인 듯 한 마디 물었다. “나를 안는 게 그렇게 구역질나요?” “그래!” 서준은 그녀를 똑바로 쳐다보면서 조금도 망설이지 않고 대답했다. 그리고 그녀를 밀쳐냈다. 더는 그녀와 한마디도 하고 싶지 않았다. 서준은 하연이 벗긴 옷을 집어 들고 다시 입기 시작했다. 그는 단추도 잠그지 않은 채 성큼성큼 걸어 나가버렸다. 방문이 ‘쾅’하고 닫히면서 주위가 다시 조용해졌다. 하연은 그가 나가자 긴장이 풀려 바닥에 주저앉았다. 눈에는 원망이 차올랐다. 서준은 방을 나서며 생각했다. ‘이 정도로 했으면 있던 마음도 없어지겠지…….’ …… 다음날 아침, 하연은 아직 성치 않은 다친 다리를 절뚝거리며 여행가방을 끌고 아래층으로 내려갔다. 집안 살림을 돕는 가정부가 식사를 준비하고 있었다. 강영숙 여사는 새벽기도를 드리러 가느라 집을 비운 상태였다. “어머, 새언니! 죽다 살아난 지 얼마 되지도 않았는데 벌써 짐 끌고 어딜 가려는 거예요? 혹시 여행 가요?” 한서준의 친동생 한서영이 빈정거리며 말했다. 그녀는 현재 B대학교 2학년에 재학중이다. 서영은 하연과 이렇게 가족으로 만나는 것이 여전히 익숙하지 않고 불편하기만 했다. “나가기 전에 나 머리 하는 거 좀 도와주고 가요.” 하연은 손재주가 좋은 편이라 서영의 머리를 곧잘 손질해주었다. 스타일이 좋아서 친구들로부터 부러움을 샀다. 하지만 오늘 하연은 그녀의 말에 전혀 대꾸도 하지 않고 짐을 끌고 내려왔다. 마침 귀부인처럼 치장한 한씨 집안의 안주인 이수애 여사와 마주쳤다. 그녀는 HT그룹 한태규 회장의 두번째 아내이자 서준의 친어머니였다. 이수애는 처음부터 하연의 옷차림과 가정배경이 마음에 들지 않아 함부로 말하기 일쑤였다. “아침 댓바람부터 여행가방을 끌고 다니며 뭐하는 짓이야? 당장 내려놓고 청소중인 이모님이나 도와라. 곧 새로 사람이 들어와서 지내게 될 거니까.” 하연의 눈꺼풀이 떨려왔다. 자신이 모르고 있는 일이 일어나고 있었다. 그때, 옆에서 듣고 있던 한서영이 궁금증을 참지 못하고 물었다. “새로? 누가요?” “니가 좋아 죽는 혜경이 말고 누가 더 있겠니?” “네? 혜경언니 귀국했어요?” “돌아오기만 한 게 아니고, 네 오빠 아이를 가졌잖아. 우리집 터가 좋아서 잠깐 자기 집으로 들어가기 전에 여기서 몸을 추스를 거야.” 그녀는 이야기하면서 하연을 한번 힐끗 쳐다보았다. 민혜경이야 말로 자신이 생각해온 이상적인 며느릿감이었다. 애초에 그 일이 아니었으면 서준은 혜경과 결혼했을 것이다. 그녀가 하연을 내려다보면서 무시하는 투로 말했다. “너 아직도 거기 서서 멍하니 뭐하고 있니? 청소하러 가지 않고?” 예전 같았으면 하연은 틀림없이 시어머니의 비위를 맞추었을 것이다. 하지만 오늘은 자신을 멸시하는 그녀의 뜻대로 하고 싶지 않았다. 하연은 너무나도 고통스러웠지만 침착하게 냉정한 태도를 잃지 않고 말했다. “오늘부터 저와 서준 씨는 더 이상 부부사이가 아니에요. 서영이 머리 하는 거나 방 청소 같은 허드렛일은 이제 다른 사람에게 시키세요.” 제5화 이혼합의서 이수애 여사는 하연이 전과는 완전히 다른 투로 말하는 것을 보고 도저히 믿기지가 않았다. 그녀는 커다란 사파이어가 박힌 반지를 낀 손가락으로 하연을 가리켰다. “그게 무슨 태도야!? 방금 했던 말 다시 한번 해봐!” 하지만 하연은 조금도 두려워하는 기색 없이 그녀를 똑바로 쳐다봤다. “민혜경이라는 여자가 집에 들어오면 그 여자한테 집안일을 시키세요. 저는 앞으로 하지 않을 거예요.” 하연은 앵두처럼 붉은 입술로 또박또박 말했다. 말을 하고 나니 속이 시원했다. 이 여사는 그녀의 말에 벌컥 화를 냈다. “너!” “엄마, 엄마!” 서영이 흥분한 엄마의 팔을 붙잡고 목소리를 낮추어 말했다. “새언니 화난 거 맞죠? 어젯밤에 오빠가…….” 그녀는 불난 집에 부채질이라도 하려는 듯 어젯밤 일을 꺼내려고 했다. 그 모습을 보니 하연의 화를 돋우려는 의도가 충분히 보였다. 이 여사는 딸의 의도를 금방 알아채고 다시 차분해졌다. 그녀는 특유의 거들먹거리는 투로 말했다. “남편 하나 붙잡지 못하는 주제에 별 억지를 다 부리네. 감히 시어머니 탓을 해?” 하연은 느릿느릿 짐을 끌고 나오다가 저택 입구에서 발걸음을 멈추었다. 심장박동이 빨라지면서 머리가 쪼개질 듯 아팠다. 그녀는 고개를 돌려 욕을 퍼붓고 싶은 마음을 꾹 누르며 차갑게 말했다. “지난 3년동안 아이가 없었던 게 다 저 때문이라고 하셨죠? 절 의심하기 전에 서준 씨에게 비뇨기과 진료를 받으라고 하는 편이 빠를 거예요. 그러면 임신이 안됐던 원인이 과연 누구 쪽에 있는지 알 수 있을 거예요.” “너, 니가 감히!” 하연의 말에 이 여사와 서영 둘 다 깜짝 놀랐다. 이 여사는 머리 끝까지 화가 치밀었다. “최하연! 난 너랑 우리 서준이하고 꼭 이혼시키고 말 테니 두고 봐!” 그동안 하연은 서준의 할머니 강영숙 여사와의 정을 생각해서 한씨 집안 사람들과 다툼을 피했다. 왠만해선 자기 의견을 내세우지 않고 원만하게 지내왔다. 지금까지는 집안 사람들과 갈등이 생길까 봐 두려워하며 지냈지만 이제는 신경 쓰지 않기로 했다. “그러시던가요.” 그녀는 한마디 내뱉고 서준의 본가를 나왔다. 이 여사가 화가 나서 길길이 뛰든 말든 상관없었다. 하연이 나가자 마자 이 여사는 뭔가 이상하다는 생각이 들었다. 그녀는 딸 한서영을 바라보며 물었다. “2층 올라가서 우리집에 돈 될만한 물건이 없어졌는지 잘 살펴봐. 들고 나가던 캐리어가 꽤나 무거워 보이던데 혹시 챙겨갔는지 모르잖아!” 잠시 후 부리나케 계단을 뛰어내려오는 한서영의 손에 서류가 하나 들려 있었다. “엄마, 없어진 건 없어요. 대신 침대 머리맡에 뭐가 하나 있어요!” 서류를 빼앗아 살펴보던 이 여사의 눈빛이 흔들렸다. [이혼합의서] 이 여사는 곧장 서준에게 전화를 걸어 하연의 행각을 그에게 다 쏟아냈다. 펄펄 뛰는 어머니의 입에서 나오는 단어들 중 ‘이혼합의서’, ‘발기부전’ 등을 들은 서준은 의자에 걸어 둔 외투를 걸치고 즉시 회의실을 나섰다. "엄마, 엄마! 일단 진정 좀요." 그가 낮은 목소리로 어머니를 진정시켰다. [내가 지금 진정하게 생겼어? 내 귀한 아들에게 이 따위 말들을 써 놨는데? 마침 혜경이가 들어올 거니까 이 타이밍에 집 나가준 건 참 고맙지만. 아니, 지가 뭐라고 감히 먼저 이혼 얘기를 꺼내? 몽둥이 찜질로 쫓아내도 시원찮을 년……] 어머니의 이야기가 길어질 것 같자 서준은 어두운 표정으로 통화종료 버튼을 눌렀다. 여태껏 순종적이고 눈치 빠르게 행동했던 하연이 이런 일을 저질렀다는 사실이 도저히 믿어지지 않았다. 하지만 어젯밤 평소와는 달랐던 그녀가 생각났다. 그는 휴대폰 연락처 목록에서 하연의 번호를 검색했다. 그가 먼저 전화를 거는 것은 3년만에 처음이었다. 통화연결음이 들리는 순간, 비서실 구동후 실장이 엘리베이터에서 내리더니 그에게 다가왔다. “사장님, 방금 제 이메일로 서류가 하나 도착했는데, 최하연 비서의 사직서입니다.” 구실장은 너무 놀라 숨이 막힐 지경이었다. “그동안 최비서가 진행하던 사업들이 적지 않습니다. 그 중 제일 중요한 프로젝트가 두바이 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회인데 최비서가 아직 후임자에게 업무 인계를 하지 않았습니다. 어떻게…… 하실 건지…….” 서준의 낯빛이 더욱 어두워졌다. 그때 휴대폰에서 여자의 목소리가 들려왔다. [고객님이 전화를 받을 수 없습니다. 잠시 후에 다시 걸어 주시기 바랍니다.] 하, 최하연. 지금 내 전화 씹는다 이거지? 제6화 한서준을 찾아가다 공항 로비에 서 있던 최하연은 잠잠해진 핸드폰에 숨이 트이는 기분이었다. 아마도 오랫동안 한씨 가문에게 억압을 받았기 때문일 것이다. 하지만 지금은 온몸이 가벼웠다. 오가는 여행객들을 보던 하연은 생각에 잠겼다. ‘B시를 떠난다고 생각하니 좀 싱숭생숭하네.’ ‘그래도 괜찮아, 더 이상 힘든 일은 없을 거야.’ 그녀는 단순히 한서준의 사랑이 식었다고만 생각했지만, 지금은 이 모든 게 다 그가 다른 사람을 사랑하고 있기 때문이라는 것을 알 수 있었다. ‘차라리 깔끔하게 떠나주는 게 더 나아.’ 하연은 곧장 공항 카운터로 가서 체크인을 했고, 이미 D국행 티켓을 예매한 상태였다. 처음 그녀는 가족을 떠나 신분을 숨기고 B시에 머물렀다. 이번에 D국에서 열린 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 프로젝트만 아니었다면 할아버지는 그녀와 서준을 만나고 싶어하셨을 것이고, 이 프로젝트를 HT그룹을 승인하지 않았을 것이다. 그러나 서준은 감사해하기는커녕 그녀 혼자 보냈다. 이제 하연 차례였다. “안녕하십니까, 손님. 이 티켓은 현재 잠겨 있어 당분간 처리할 수 없습니다.” 비즈니스 카운터 직원은 정중하게 거절했다. “잠겨있다고요?” 믿을 수 없던 하연은 온몸이 얼어붙었다. “그럴 리가 없는데……, 다시 한번 확인해 주시겠어요?” “회사 계좌로 예매하셨나요? 방금 환불한 것으로 확인되는데, 신분증 좀 보여주시겠습니까?” “…….” 하연은 문득 한 가지 사실이 떠올랐다. 그녀는 서준의 비서였기에 회사에서 만들어준 대부분의 계좌는 HT그룹이 관리했다. 그리고 신분증은……. 얼마전 회사 인사부에서 어떤 것을 등록해야 한다며 들고 간 상태였다. 하연은 너무 긴장해 손이 덜덜 떨렸다. 그녀는 상처밖에 남지 않은 이 도시를 하루 빨리 떠나고 싶어 체계적이지 못한 부분이 많았다. “죄송해요, 제가 전화해서 물어볼게요.” 그녀는 가장자리로 걸어가 휴대폰을 꺼내 HT그룹 인사팀에 전화를 걸었지만 전화는 걸리지 않았고, 사용할 수 없는 번호라는 메시지만 떴다. 하연은 머리속이 새하얘졌다. ‘어떻게 내 휴대폰 번호도 HT그룹에서 일괄적으로 관리한다는 걸 잊고 있었을까!’ ‘HT그룹, HT그룹!’ HT그룹은 계속해서 그녀의 걸림돌이었다. 공항을 빠져나온 하연은 황급히 택시를 잡고 HT그룹 빌딩으로 향했다. 차창 밖으로 비가 한두방울 떨어지기 시작했고, 곧 우뚝 솟은 건물들이 눈에 들어왔다. 그녀는 운전기사에게 돈을 건넨 뒤 캐리어를 끌고 HT그룹 본관으로 들어갔다. 다행히 그녀의 퇴사 소식은 아직 퍼지지 않았고, 하연은 비에 젖어 흐트러진 머리를 정리한 후 엘리베이터를 탔다. 그녀는 인사팀이 있는 12층을 눌렸다. “아이고, 최 비서님, 오늘 비 온다고 했는데 모르셨나 봐요.” 인사팀 차장은 여성스러운 손짓을 즐겨 하는 기생오라비이자, 아부에 능한 제이슨이었다. 서준이 하연에게 잘해주지 않는 것을 본 그는 평소 하연을 막대하는 데에 익숙했다. “내 신분증은 어디있어요?” 하연은 그와 대화할 생각이 없었기에 바로 요점부터 말했다. “신분증이요? 그럼 잘못 찾아오셨네요. 2분 전에 대표 비서실 구 실장님이 가져가셨는데 제가 어떻게 알겠어요.” “……!” 하연은 이 결과를 예상했어야 했다. 서준은 비즈니스를 할 때 엄격하고 신속하게 움직이고 한번 한 말은 바꾸지 않는 B시에서 알아주는 냉혈한이었다. 어떻게 하연이 쉽게 그에게 도전할 수 있겠는가! 하연이 캐리어를 끌고 돌아서서 서준에게 가려고 하는데 제이슨이 그녀를 잡았다. 그의 태도가 도발적인지, 악의가 있는지는 불분명했다. “해고될 수도 있어요, 잘 생각해요. 지금 위층에서는 꽤 중요한 회의가 열리고 있고, 한 대표님께는 이미 약혼녀가 있다고 들었어요.” 제7화 민혜경의 부탁 한서준의 약혼자? 최하연과 한서준은 비밀 결혼을 했기에 회사 사람들은 그녀가 서준의 비서라는 것만 알고 있었다. ‘그럼 민혜경을 가리키는 건가?’ 하연의 이혼협의서에 잉크도 마르기 전에 혜경은 HT그룹에 화려하게 등장했다. 나중에 그녀는 한때 하연이 잤던 침대에서 잠을 자고 서준과 잠자리를 가지기도 할 것이다. 이 생각에 하연은 손이 떨리기 시작했지만 겉으로는 담담하게 대답했다. “고마워요.” 그리고 그녀는 곧바로 인사팀 사무실을 나갔다. 제이슨은 알 수 없는 표정으로 하연의 뒷모습을 바라봤다. ‘아이고, 최 비서님이 대표님을 좋아하는 건 바보가 아닌 이상 모두가 다 알 수 있는데, 해고되지 않는 게 더 이상하지.’ 그는 컴퓨터를 보며 말했다. “아, 또 재밌는 일이 생기겠네.” 대표실이 있는 층에 도착한 하연은 엘리베이터에서 내리자마자 구동후를 만났다. “최 비서님, 오셨네요.” 그녀의 캐리어를 본 동후는 틀림없이 하연이 신분증을 찾기 위해 왔다는 것을 알고 신분증이 있는 회의실을 가리켰다. “비서님 신분증은 대표님께 드렸어요. 아직 회의 중이신데, 아직 세 번째 회의예요. 급하시면 제가 말씀드릴까요?” “아뇨, 그럴 필요 없어요.” 하연은 무덤덤하게 말했다. “여기서 기다릴게요.” “네, 알겠습니다. 커피 한 잔 갖다 드릴까요?” 동후는 서준이 그녀를 해고할 생각이 없다는 것을 알고 있었다. 하연은 많은 일을 담당하고 있었고, 중요한 프로젝트가 많아 그녀를 해고하면 당장 적당한 직원을 찾기가 힘들었기 때문이다. 하연을 대하는 그의 태도는 전보다 훨씬 부드러워졌다. “K국식 핸드드립 커피예요, 배운지 얼마 안 됐지만요.” “전 정말 괜찮아요.” 서준과 깔끔하게 헤어지고 싶었던 하연은 주위 사람들에게 곁을 내어주지 않았다. 이 말을 들은 동후는 아무 말도 하지 않고 어두운 얼굴로 회의실에 들어가 서준에게 서류를 건넸다. 하연은 대표실 앞을 지나가다 회의실 쪽을 힐끗 쳐다봤다. 문틈사이로 보인 회의실 내부에는 여러 사람이 테이블을 중심으로 앉아 있었다. 그녀는 서준의 뒷모습과 정장도 버티지 못할 정도로 넓은 그의 어깨를 봤다. 그는 양쪽에 있는 사람들의 보고를 듣고 있었고, 조금씩 보이는 서준의 얼굴은 차가웠으며 한 번씩 입술이 움직였다. 서준은 회의에 집중하고 있었다. 시선을 돌린 하연은 자신의 손에 들린 캐리어와 비에 흠뻑 젖은 옷을 내려다보았다. 마음 같아서는 회의실에 들어가고 싶었지만, 그건 도리가 아니라고 생각했다. 그녀는 다시 대표실을 바라보았다. 불투명한 유리였지만 어렴풋이 푹신한 의자에 앉아 있는 여성의 실루엣이 보였다. 그 여자는 병원에서 우연히 마주쳤던 혜경이 분명했다. 지금 들어가는 건 자신의 부끄러움을 더할 뿐이었다. 이런 생각에 하연은 짐을 잠시 보관한 후 화장실로 가 찬물로 세수를 하며 서준에게 어떻게 돌려달라고 할지 생각하며 마음을 진정시켰다. “최 비서님, 왜 이렇게 늦게 오셨어요!” 손을 씻으러 온 인턴 비서가 다가와 인사를 건넸다. “그렇게 됐네.” 하연은 별다른 설명을 하지 않았다. 인턴 비서가 떠난 후 휴지로 얼굴을 닦으며 자신의 얼굴을 바라봤다. ‘지난 번에 D국에서 큰오빠가 살이 빠졌다고 하길래 다이어트 한다고 했었는데…….’ ‘다시 생각해보니 이 결혼 때문에 스트레스 받은 거였어.’ ‘그래, 결과적으로 잘한 선택이야.’ 그때 갑자기 화장실 문이 열리더니 우아한 자태의 여성이 들어왔다. 그녀의 얼굴은 하얗고 투명했으며 살짝 불룩한 배를 제외하고는 온몸에서 고귀함과 우아함이 물씬 풍겼다. 혜경을 본 하연은 왠지 모르게 열등감이 생겼다. 그녀는 재빨리 남은 물기를 닦고, 옷매무새를 정리한 후 돌아서서 나가려 했다. “잠시만요.” 그러나 옆에서 혜경의 목소리가 들렸다. “방금 사람들이 최 비서님이라고 부르던데, 서준 씨 비서 맞죠?” 가까워지는 발소리에 하연의 몸은 그대로 굳어졌다. 혜경은 그녀에게 다가가 부드럽게 미소를 지었다. “서준 씨 회의가 곧 끝날 것 같은데 커피 한 잔만 대표실로 가져다 주시겠어요? 현호 씨가 무슨 커피를 좋아하는지 잘 아시잖아요, 그렇죠?” 제8화 저에게 아주 중요한 물건을 대표님께서 가지고 계십니다 최하연은 이미 사직서를 냈으니 민혜경의 말을 들을 의무가 없어 거절했다. 그리고 민혜경의 부탁은 거의 명령에 가까웠기에 그녀의 심기를 불편하게 만들었다. 하지만 하연의 신분증이 아직 한서준에게 있으니 마지막으로 잡다한 일을 맡기로 했다. 더불어 커피를 가져다주면서 자연스레 그에게 말을 걸 수도 있었다. 하연은 심호흡을 한 뒤 동의했다. “알겠습니다.” “그럼 부탁할게요.” 그렇게 말한 후 혜경은 화장실을 나갔다. 임신 후 모성애가 그녀를 감싸는 순간이 잠시 있었지만, 여전히 혜경에게서 풍겨 나오는 자신감과 화려함은 하연과 대조적이었다. 과거 하연은 부유한 집안의 그늘 아래 혜경보다 더하면 더했지 덜하지는 않았다. 하지만 몇 년이 흐른 지금, 하연은 초라한 신세였다. 엄청난 격차에 그녀는 제자리에 우뚝 서 있었다. 깊은 한숨을 내쉬며 감정을 추스린 후 유니폼으로 갈아입고 화장실에서 나온 하연은 탕비실로 가서 커피를 만들었다. 서준은 흑설탕 3 티스푼과 우유를 넣은 아메리카노를 좋아했다. 회의가 끝난 사람들은 하나 둘씩 회의실을 빠져나왔지만 그녀는 서준을 발견하지 못했다. ‘벌써 대표실로 들어간 건가?’ 하연은 커피를 들고 대표실 문을 두드렸다. “들어오세요.” 안에서 들려온 것은 서준의 차가운 목소리가 아닌 온화하고 부드러운 혜경의 목소리였다. 하연은 손이 떨려 하마터면 커피를 쏟을 뻔했다. 긴 고민 끝에 그녀는 마침내 용기를 내어 대표실 문을 열었다. 문을 열자마자 그녀는 서준의 무릎에 앉아 그의 목을 껴안고 있는 혜경을 발견했다. 어느정도 예상은 했지만 그 장면을 두 눈으로 보니 하연은 진정할 수 없었고 심장은 고통으로 뛰고 있었다. 대표실로 들어온 하연을 본 혜경은 조금 당황한 듯했다. “여기에 두고 나가시면 돼요.” 혜경의 부드러운 목소리에 그녀는 다시 머릿속이 복잡해졌다. 하연은 천천히 고개를 들었고 꽤 가까운 거리에서 자신을 바라보고 있는 서준의 눈과 마주쳤다. 그의 눈에서 뿜어져 나오는 냉기가 단숨에 자신을 삼켜버릴 것 같았다. 그 순간 하연은 직감적으로 서준이 일부러 그런 모습을 보였다는 것을 알았다. ‘내가 왜 왔는 지 알면서 나한테 굳이 이런 모습을 보이는 이유가 뭐야!’ “최 비서님?” 우쿠커니 서 있는 하연을 본 혜경이 입을 열었다. “네.” 하연은 고개를 살짝 끄덕이고 커피를 테이블 위에 올려 놓은 후 도망치듯 돌아갔지만 단 두 걸음 만에 걸음을 멈췄다. 뒤에서 들려오는 희미한 소리에 그녀의 머리속엔 뒤엉켜 있는 두 사람의 모습뿐이었다. 하연은 다리에 힘이 풀려 주저앉을 것 같았다. 하지만 필사적으로 버텼다. 그러나 혜경은 자신과 서준, 둘만의 시간을 방해하는 그녀의 존재가 거슬렸다. “최 비서님, 또 다른 용건 있으세요?” “그…….” 하연은 끝내 용기를 내어 다시 한번 뒤를 돌아 말했다. “저에게 아주 중요한 물건을 대표님께서 가지고 계십니다. 대표님, 돌려주세요.” 200제곱미터에 달하는 대표실의 분위기는 순식간에 얼어붙었다. 책상 위에는 서류가 산더미처럼 쌓여 있고, 흰 셔츠를 입고 가죽 의자에 앉아 있는 서준은 소름 끼치는 표정을 짓고 있었다. “아? 물건이요?” 이 말을 들은 혜경은 호기심이 발동했는지 서준을 더 꽉 껴안으며 물었다. “서준 씨, 왜 비서 물건을 숨기는 거야?” “아, 별거 아니야.” 서준은 혜경의 얇은 팔을 잡아당겼고, 하연의 눈 앞에서 두 사람의 몸을 더 밀착시켰다. 하연은 입술을 질끈 깨물고 아무 말도 하지 않았지만 피눈물이 나는 기분이었다. 남 보다 못한 서준은 그녀를 바라보며 말했다. “나가봐.” 그 말은 강렬하고도 가혹했다. 그런 서준의 모습은 그녀에게 신분증을 쉽게 돌려줄 생각이 없어 보였다. “제 신분증이에요.” 혜경이 있는 틈을 타 그녀는 단도직입적으로 말해 이 일을 해결하고 깔끔하게 떠나고 싶었을 뿐 잠시도 여기에 머물고 싶지 않았다. “전 이미 HT그룹에서 퇴직했는데 대표님께서 왜 제 신분증을 가져 가셨는지 모르겠어요? 대표님이 저에게 다른 감정이라도 가지고 계신 건 아닌지 의심스럽습니다. HT그룹에는 일 잘하는 사람이 차고 넘치잖아요. 저 같은 비서에게 그런 비열한 방법은 사용하지 않으셨으면 좋겠습니다.” 제9화 모두가 다 보는 앞에서 유니폼을 벗다 대표실은 살얼음장과 같았다. 늘 한서준을 조심스럽게 대하던 최하연이 강압적이고 차가운 태도를 보인 것은 이번이 처음이었다. 그녀의 말에 서준의 얼굴이 금세 어두워졌다. “정말이야, 서준 씨?” 혜경이 다가온 순간, 서준은 그녀가 눈치채지 못하게 미간을 찌푸렸다. “정말이겠어?” 그는 서늘한 표정으로 말했다. “저 여자 말대로 HT그룹에 일 잘 하는 사람은 차고 넘쳤어. 저런 일개 비서의 신분증은 원하지도, 필요하지도 않아.” “퇴사하기 전에 인수인계는 똑바로 해야지. 입사할 때 지급한 유니폼을 입고 인수인계도 없이 떠나는 건 HT그룹 규칙에 어긋나니까.” 그제야 하연은 자신의 신분증을 이용해 HT그룹으로 불러들인 서준의 의도를 알아차렸다. 이곳에 남거나 아무것도 없이 떠나거나. 서준은 이런 방법을 사용해 그녀를 항복하도록 하려고 했으며 하연이 항복할 것이라 확신했다. 그 순간, 하연에게 남아 있던 마지막 자존심까지 모조리 짓밟혔다. “아, 그런 거야? 그런 거면 최 비서가 잘못했네.” “순간 최 비서랑 서준 씨 사이에 뭔가 있는 줄 알았잖아.” 혜경이 서준의 품을 더 파고드는 것을 본 하연은 미친듯이 떨리는 마음을 억누르고 검은색 유니폼 자켓을 벗고 셔츠를 하나씩 풀었다. “벗을게요.” 간결하고 확실한 네 글자. ‘서준 씨 말이 맞아. 끝낼 거면 확실하게 끝내야지.’ 그녀의 갑작스러운 행동에 대표실은 삽시간에 고요해졌다. 혜경은 믿을 수 없다는 표정으로 그녀를 바라봤다. 이미 고개를 숙인 서준의 욕정으로 얼룩진 서늘한 눈빛이 얼어붙었다. 그는 최근 하연이 이전과 확연히 다르다는 것을 분명하게 느꼈다. 이 느낌은 그녀가 자신의 족쇄에서 완전히 벗어난 것처럼 말로는 설명하기 어려운 감정이었다. 서준은 완전히 통제력을 잃었다. 아니면 3년이라는 결혼 생활동안 그녀를 정말로 이해하지 못한 건 아닐까? 대표실의 소문이 빠르게 퍼지자 많은 직원들이 문 앞에서 기웃거렸다. 아무도 항상 온화하고 친절했던 하연에게 그런 거친 면이 있을 거라 생각하지 못했다. 셔츠를 벗은 하연은 하얀 나시만 입고 있었고, 그녀의 아름다운 몸매가 드러났다. 그녀의 몸매가 드러나자 밖에 있던 동료들은 입을 다물지 못했다. “정말 벗을 줄은 몰랐어요, 근데 최 비서님 몸매 진짜 예쁘네요…….” “아니, 우리 유니폼이 이렇게 펑퍼짐한데 누가 최 비서님 몸매가 저렇게 좋을지 알았겠어요?” 구동후의 뼈 때리는 말로 그들의 수다가 멈췄다. “아주 한가하지? 일 안 해? 전부 월급에서 깎일 줄 알아!” 모여 있던 직원들은 서로의 눈치를 보다 즉시 각자의 자리로 돌아갔다. 그제야 동후는 살짝 열린 창문 틈으로 안을 들여다보았고 이해가 안 되는 부분이 마음속에서 충돌했다. ‘대표님이 이미 퇴사한 일개 비서 때문에 일을 이렇게 어렵게 만드는 건 처음 봐, 도대체 무슨 일이 있었던 거야?’ 대표실 안에서 나시 하나만 입고 있던 하연은 갑작스러운 찬 공기에 움찔했다. 그녀는 추위를 견딘 후 간신히 고개를 들었다. “대표님, 이제 제 신분증 좀 주실래요?” 하연은 그가 또 다른 이유를 대며 거절할까 봐 걱정하며 말했다. “말씀하신 인수인계는 제가 자리를 잡은 후 구 실장님께 이메일로 보내겠습니다. 대표님 마음에 들지 않으면 지난 달 월급은 안 주셔도 됩니다.” 이는 서준과의 관계를 완전히 끊겠다는 뜻이었다. 서준의 검은 눈동자는 서늘해졌고, 확고한 하연의 모습에 알 수 없는 감정이 가슴 깊은 곳에서부터 휘몰아치고 있었다. 제10화 오빠의 마중 “서준 씨?” 민혜경은 한 공간에 같이 있는 이 두 사람이 어떤 관계인지 모른 채 그저 최하연이 눈에 거슬리기만 했다. “서준 씨, 얼른 주고 보내! 오늘 우리 부모님이 내가 당신 데리고 오는 줄 알고 기다리고 있어, 오랫동안 못 만났잖아, 우리 부모님이 서준 씨 보고 싶대.” 부드러운 그녀의 목소리에 한서준은 정신을 차렸다. 한씨 가문은 민씨 가문에 가책을 느끼고 있어 그는 민씨 저택에 방문했어야 했다. 하지만 이 말에도 하연의 얼굴은 서준에 대한 모든 것들이 더 이상 그녀와 아무 상관이 없는 것처럼 평온했다. 서준은 답답하고 복잡했다. “저기 있어.” 하연은 그가 턱으로 가리킨 쪽을 바라봤다. 그곳엔 신분증이 정수기 밑에 아무렇게나 널브러진 채 마치 그녀처럼 버림받은 것처럼 보였다. “네.” 하연은 씁쓸한 마음을 억누르고 신분증을 주워들은 뒤 뒤도 돌아보지 않고 돌아서서 대표실을 떠났다. 그 뒤에는 날카롭고 차가운 시선이 그녀를 따라다니는 것 같았다. 대표실 문을 열고 나가는 순간 사무실 직원들의 시선이 일제히 쏠렸다. 그저 흥미롭게 보는 사람도 있고 동정하는 사람도 있었지만 그들의 시선에는 가십거리라는 배경이 깔려 있었다. 더군다나 회사에선 하연이 서준을 꼬셔서 그에게 쫓겨났다는 소문도 돌았다. 그녀는 법적으로 서준의 부인이었지만, 내연녀로 치부됐다. 하연은 눈시울이 붉어졌다. 눈물을 참기 위해 애쓰며 1층 로비에 도착했을 때 뒤에서 다가오는 발자국 소리가 들렸다. “최 비서님, 밖에 비 와요. 추우시면 제 겉옷 드릴게요.” 우산을 가져다준 사람은 다름아닌 구동후였다. ‘매정한 HT그룹에도 따뜻한 사람이 있긴 하구나.’ 겉옷을 벗으려는 동후를 본 하연은 그를 말리며 씁쓸함을 목에 삼켰다. “아니에요, 고마워요 구 실장님. 이제 만날 일도 없겠네요.” 그녀의 씁쓸한 표정을 본 동후는 입을 움직였지만 한동안 무슨 말을 해야 할지 몰랐다. 그가 머뭇거리는 사이 하연은 미련없이 자리를 떠나 빗 속으로 뛰어들었다. 이럴 때는 폭풍우만이 꿈에서 깨어날 수 있는 유일한 방법이었다. 공항으로 향하는 택시에 앉아 창밖으로 쏟아지는 빗줄기를 바라보던 하연은 몇 년 동안 살았던 도시가 눈에 들어와 참지 못하고 전화를 걸었다. 전화가 연결되자마자 지친 그녀는 젖 먹던 힘을 다해 말했다. “오빠…….” 그녀는 상대에게 몇 마디 말을 한 뒤 전화를 끊었다. 8시간 후, 전용기가 B시 공항에 착륙했다. 하연은 키가 크고 검은 옷을 입은 한 남자의 품에 안겼다. 뒤에 있던 경호원이 그녀의 캐리어를 끌고 두 사람을 전용기에 태웠다. …… 늦은 밤, 검은색 벤틀리 한 대가 천천히 한씨 고택으로 들어섰다. 뒷좌석에 앉아 있던 서준은 고개를 들어 무성한 관목 아래 고층 저택을 바라봤다. 평소 늘 불이 켜져 있던 침실도 어둡기만 했다. ‘진짜 갔구나.’ 혜경은 서늘한 서준의 기운을 느꼈고, 식사 자리에서 그녀의 아버지가 한 말 때문에 화난 게 분명하다고 생각했다. “서준 씨, 밥 먹을 때 우리 언니랑 서준 씨 사이에 일어난 일로 기분이 상했다는 거 알아. 결혼은 서두르지 않아도 돼, 우리 아빠는 신경 쓰지 마. 우리 아빠는 내가 혼전임신이라 재촉하는 것뿐이야…….” 혜경의 말에 서준은 생각을 뒤로 미뤄두고, 그녀가 잡은 자신의 소매 끝을 보며 말했다. “구겨졌네.” 혜경은 그의 말에 무의식적으로 손을 뗐다. 그 후 서준은 문을 열고 차에서 내렸고, 혜경은 쓸쓸히 떠나는 그의 뒷모습을 멍하니 바라봤다. ‘오늘 대표실에서 자기 다리 위에 앉혔으면서 어떻게 하루도 안 지났는데 딴 사람이 된 거야?’ 하지만 그녀는 생각은 잠시 미뤄두고 서준의 뒤를 따라 차에서 내렸다. 제11화 참가 자격이 박탈당하다 고택에서 한참을 기다린 가정부는 돌아온 한서준의 외투를 받아들었고, 서준의 뒤에 있는 민혜경을 보고 잠시 멍해졌다. “혜경 아가씨, 방은 준비해 뒀습니다. 이쪽 복도를 따라 올라가시면 됩니다.” 서준을 따라 계단으로 향하던 혜경은 멈춰 서서 믿을 수 없다는 듯이 쳐다봤다. “서준 씨, 우리 같이 자는 거 아니에요?” 그녀가 고택으로 들어오는 걸 동의한 서준은 결혼도 암묵적으로 동의한 격이었다. 함께 사는 건 당연한 일이었다. 그녀의 말에 서준은 미간을 찌푸렸다. “그…….” 혜경은 더 이상 어떠한 말도 감히 하지 못했다. 남아있던 하연의 흔적이 사라질까 봐 그는 가정부에게 다른 방을 준비해라고 지시했었다. “난 아직 할 일이 남았으니까 먼저 자러 가.” 서준은 무관심한 어투로 혜경을 바라보며 눈빛을 보냈다. “하지만…….” 예상대로 혜경은 여전히 달갑지 않은 추궁을 해 왔고, 서준의 지시를 받은 배현숙이 그녀를 막았다. “혜경 아가씨, 절 따라오세요.” 고택의 엘리베이터 문이 닫히며 차갑기 짝이 없는 서준의 얼굴이 가려졌다. 혜경은 마음속의 불만을 억눌렀다. ‘귀국한 후로 서준 씨의 행동이 너무 달라졌어.’ 가깝고도 먼 그의 마음을 도저히 알 수 없었다. 서재로 돌아온 서준은 샤워를 하고 목욕가운을 입은 뒤 손에 든 문서를 훑어봤지만 정신은 딴 데로 가 있었다. 예전 같으면 하연이 서재에 따뜻한 수프를 가져다주고 침실로 가 그를 기다렸을 것이다. 때로는 서재에서 밤을 지새우기도 하고, 때로는 침실로 돌아와 그녀는 소파에서, 서준은 침대에서 자기도 했지만 그녀는 하루도 빠짐없이 수프를 가져다줬다. 하지만 오늘은 아무리 기다려도 수프를 가져다주는 사람이 없었다. 이런 그녀의 흔적에 서준은 괜히 짜증이 났다. 이때 전화가 울렸다. 화면에 뜬 ‘구 실장’이라는 글자를 보고 서준은 왠지 모르게 느낌이 좋지 않아 미간을 찌푸렸다. [대표님, 방금 D국 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 담당자에게 연락이 왔는데 HT그룹이 기부금액 적다는 이유로 참가 자격을 박탈당했다고 합니다.] 서준의 얼굴은 금세 어두워졌다. 원래 이 모든 것은 하연이 담당했지만 그녀가 떠난 이상 모든 건 동후의 몫이 되었다. “기부금액 적다고? 박람회 참가 자격은 각 그룹이 적십자사에 기부한 금액을 기준으로 결정하는 거 아니야? HT그룹은 작년에 이미 600억 원을 기부했어, 근데 적다고?” 대표의 기분이 심상치 않다는 것을 느낀 동후는 등에 식은땀이 흘렀다. [저도 이해가 되지 않아 이 문제에 대해 알아보려고 최 비서님께 연락드렸지만, 사용할 수 없는 번호라고…….] “…….” 동후는 다음 말을 계속 이어 나갈 수 없었다. 곧 서재는 정적에 휩싸였고 서준은 인상을 지으며 오늘 대표실에서 유니폼을 벗던 하연의 모습을 떠올렸다. 그는 알 수 없는 감정에 가슴이 휘몰아쳤다. 그의 기억이 맞다면, 하연은 시골에서 태어나 수도권 대학에 입학했다. 그녀는 노력 끝에 옷가게를 열었지만 서준과 결혼한 후 얼마 되지 않아 문을 닫았다. 그렇게 하연은 한씨 집안에서 정기적으로 주는 용돈을 제외하고는 추가 수입이 없었다. ‘돈도 없는 여자가 어디로 갔을까?’ “우선 시골로 가 봐.” 그는 하연이 알려준 고향 주소를 아직도 기억하고 있었고, 그녀를 찾을 수 있다고 확신했다. “그리고 D국 국제 병원 및 헬스테크 박람회 담당자에게 전화해. 총책임자랑 얘기를 해 봐야 겠어.” 전화를 끊은 서준은 휴대폰을 집어 던졌고, 그의 얼굴은 점점 더 어두워졌다. 제12화 D국의 다섯 오빠들 유럽풍 건물의 호화로운 스위트룸, 최하연은 익숙한 듯 기지개를 펴고 일어났다. 방 구조나 가구들은 그녀가 떠났을 때와 다름없었다. 하연의 머리맡에는 따뜻한 차가 놓여 있었고, 침대 위에는 세련된 옷들이 여러 벌 놓여 있었다. 코 끝이 시큰거렸다. B시에서는 꿈도 꾸지 못할 대우였다. “할아버지는 비행기 추락 사고 소식을 들으시고 네가 전화를 안 받아서 심정지가 오셨어, 아직도 병상에 누워계셔.” 뒤에서 발소리가 가까워지더니 검은 옷을 입은 큰 키의 남자가 카리스마와 아우라를 풍기며 그녀의 침실에 나타났다. 그는 B시로 하연을 데리러 온 오빠 최하민이었다. 하민은 현재 최씨 가문의 경영을 이끌고 있고 항상 온화함을 유지하며 한 번도 화를 낸 적이 없다. 할아버지가 편찮으시다는 소식에 하연은 덜컥 겁이 나 울먹였다. “오빠, 많이 위중하신 거야……?” “심각한 정도는 아니야, 넌 네 몸이나 챙겨.” 하민은 하연의 손을 잡아당기며 나가려는 그녀를 막았다. “지금 네 꼴을 봐, 이게 사람 얼굴이야? 예전에 한 약속 잊었어?” 이 말을 들은 하연은 발걸음을 멈췄다. 당연히 잊지 않았다. 그녀는 할아버지에게 한서준이 자신을 사랑하지 않고 나아가 이혼까지 하게 된다면 영원히 최씨 가문에 남아 가업을 돕겠다고 약속했다. 심지어 하연은 최씨 가문의 사업을 확장하기 위해 4대 가문 중 하나인 나씨 가문과 결혼하겠다는 제안을 순순히 받아들이기로 했다. ‘오빠가 갑자기 이런 말을 하는 걸 보면, 벌써 사람을 찾아 놓은 거야?’ ‘나씨 가문의 아들은 알아주는 바람둥이라고 하던데…….’ “근데 오빠 난 이혼한지도 얼마 안 됐고, 아직 재혼할 생각이 없어…….” 그녀는 거의 빌다시피 말했다. 순간 하민은 표정을 풀더니 전보다 훨씬 부드러워진 목소리로 말했다. 당연히 겁주려고 한 말이었다. “넌 최씨 집안 딸이야. 우리 가문은 자식을 팔면서까지 집안을 키우진 않아 하지만, 할아버지가 완치하실 때까지는 내 옆에서 오른팔 역할을 똑똑히 해.” 이 말의 의미는 D국에 있는 하민의 DS그룹에 들어오라는 말이었다. 하연의 가족들은 그녀가 상운대 글로벌비지니스학부에 들어갈 때부터 이 일을 염두에 두고 있었다. 하지만 하연이 자신의 꿈을 이루기 위해 디자이너 브랜드 숍을 열고 서준에게 첫눈에 반할 줄은 누가 상상이라도 했을까? ‘오빠랑 할아버지가 많이 속상해하실 거야.’ “알겠어.” 그녀는 재혼만 아니라면 뭐든 괜찮다고 말했다. 하민은 움푹 패인 눈으로 그녀를 바라보며 ‘응’하고 대답했다. ‘우리 하연이만 보면 가슴이 아프네. 하지만, 이번 결혼이 하연이에게 교훈을 줬을 거야.’ “대표님.” 그때, 누군가가 방 문을 두드리고 들어왔다. 하민의 비서였다. “한서준 씨가 참가 자격 박탈에 대해 궁금한 점이 있어 대표님과 만나 구체적으로 이야기를 나누고 싶다고 합니다.” 하연은 그 자리에서 얼어붙었다. “오빠, 설마…….” 하민은 그녀를 데리고 온 후 신속하고 무자비하게 한씨 가문을 공격했다. 이는 서준이 하연만 믿고 이번 박람회에 관심이 없었다는 걸 알았기 때문이다. 하연만 믿고 있던 일이 이렇게 바뀔 것이라고 누가 알았겠는가? “이건 최씨 가문 딸은 그 누구도 건드릴 수 없다는 무언의 경고야. 이제 네가 뭘 해야 할지 알고 있지?” 하민은 하연이 알고 있을 거라 생각하며 그녀의 어깨를 가볍게 두드린 뒤 비서와 함께 떠났다. 그와 동시에 그는 비서에게 지시를 내렸다. “며칠 동안 하연이를 데리고 D국의 주요 산업단지를 돌고 수석 비서의 모든 업무를 숙지하도록 해.” “알겠습니다, 대표님.” 그들의 목소리는 점점 멀어져 갔고, 넓은 침실은 다시 조용해졌다. ‘수석 비서…….’ 이 직급은 대표 다음으로 높은 직급이었다. 하연은 자신의 볼을 세게 꼬집었다. ‘이번에도 오빠를 실망시키면 안 돼.’ “서프라이즈!” 하연이 DS그룹의 최고층 사무실로 들어온 지 이틀이 되던 날, 건들건들한 한 남자가 들어왔다.	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2,549,310	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:57	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,549,798	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548875}'	Yes	2024-11-27 20:00	active	1932	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	My husband Elijah wanted to do some sweet things with me again, however, he suddenly brought up his ex-girlfriend. This caused my emotions to explode. I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” He traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. "You know," he said, oblivious to my disappointment, "she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years." Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking… But no one cares. Not even my own husband. I’m nothing to him. He doesn’t love me and he never learned to. That’s the most painful of all. A sudden surge of clarity and calmness washed over me. “I want to divorce you.”	LEARN_MORE	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	847	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	thebvhwysgng.com	DCO	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13552&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/456447136_513011344615331_1497297673340256615_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=miUg-MmIjkgQ7kNvgHFdmIF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A5NP2GhRRwR-5ICxI_CjcHn&oh=00_AYB-AMpYBF0MbLPeEp_Wb7y0qJjUJtXgAwHYNOJ5rV2Puw&oe=674D7E14	PERSON_PROFILE	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,548,351	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:49	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Carissa, the king has issued a decree allowing Aurora to marry into our general's house. I hope you can accept and respect this fact." The person who said this is Carissa Sinclair's husband, Barrett Warren. A year ago, on the night of their wedding, Barrett set out to lead his army into battle. Now, after finally returning victorious, he brings Carissa this kind of "good news." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won't be a concubine. She'll be my legal wife and equal to you." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Equal to me, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On the wedding night a year ago, he personally lifted Carissa's veil and promised affectionately: "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn't understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is straightforward, cheerful, and lovable. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! When Barrett left, the general's mansion had already fallen into decline. All the expenses were supported by the dowry Carissa had brought. Barrett's mother, Rebecca, was suffering from a strange illness, and she had invited a reclusive divine doctor to treat her. Each month, dozens of silver coins were spent on exorbitant medical fees, not to mention Carissa's constant care by Rebecca's bedside. In the end, she got such a reward. So, the kindness that this family shows is merely because they are relying on Carissa's dowry. If Barrett's betrayal was like a sharp sword, then Rebecca's hypocrisy was like thousands of silver needles, piercing deeply into Carissa's heart. Carissa pressed her lips into a thin line as she blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she's different from any woman you know. She's a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn't want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That's them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She's straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won't like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It's fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I'll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?" "Never mind. I don't want to argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,"said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. "My lady, my lord was too much!" said Lulu, Carissa's maid, wiping her tears away. "Don't call him that!" Carissa gave her a stern look. "We never consummated the marriage. He's not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list." "Why the dowry list?" Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. "Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?" Lulu held her forehead and gasped. "But your mother arranged this marriage, and your father wanted you to marry and have children." Tears finally welled up in Carissa's eyes at the mention of her parents. Carissa actually came from a family of warriors, and she had been training in martial arts since she was young, showing great talent. However, when she was 15, her father and several brothers died on the battlefield. Since then, her usually open-minded mother advised Carissa to hide her skills and, like other noble girls, find a husband to live a stable life. But now it seems she has betrayed her mother's expectations. Lulu brought over the dowry list and explained, "This year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins to support the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." Carissa glanced at the list, narrowed her eyes, and sneered, "No wonder they covet my dowry so much." The dowry her mother provided was quite substantial; she hadn't paid much attention to it before. Now she realized how much effort her mother had put in for her. "Then, my lady, what shall we do now?" Carissa's eyes grew cold. "I could confront the king and use my family's achievements to force him to reverse his edict. If he refuses, I'll kill myself in protest." Lulu was terrified and immediately protested, "My lady, you can't!" Carissa's expression softened, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Do you think I'm that foolish? If I manage to reach the king, I'll only request an edict for an amicable divorce." Barrett was able to marry Aurora because of a royal edict. So, Carissa should also be issued an official edict to leave. She shouldn't have to sneak away like she was being cast out. In addition, the law states that if a woman is divorced, her husband has the right to keep all her dowry. Right now, Barrett doesn't dare to divorce her, mindful of his reputation, but who knows what will happen in the future? Carissa no longer wanted to believe in this hypocritical man, nor did she want to live under the same roof with him. She once hoped to build a life with Barrett, so naturally she would not be stingy with her dowry. However, circumstances had changed. She intended to leave the general's residence with dignity and take every last coin of her dowry back home!	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2,548,439	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:50	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,549,323	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:57	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Carissa Sinclair sat on a chair with her hands folded in her lap. She looked at the man before her—her husband whom she had spent a year waiting for. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has said that General Yates is a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife and equal to you." "Calling her that doesn't change anything. Ultimately, she’s really just a concubine in disguise," Carissa replied, remaining indifferent. Barrett frowned. "What does it matter? Aurora and I developed feelings for each other on the battlefield. We earned this marriage through our achievements. I don’t need your approval." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Developed feelings, huh? Do you remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow. Barrett spoke of Aurora Yates with a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother." Carissa blinked away the tears in her eyes and sharpened her gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" Barrett refused instantly. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. Understanding the bigger picture and acting with dignity are essential virtues for any matriarch. Don't you trust me?"	LEARN_MORE	https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	320	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	shgjfh.com	DCO	https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&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/t39.35426-6/459038346_1199616938012951_330058451446706531_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uBybxgT4pBQQ7kNvgGSq1F0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A9TXsdXrGBOwICn-AwBfthn&oh=00_AYC-mxJSKcv3mh0MLkz0DGuTnSYK_q_kUjkHOk2wjVmSJQ&oe=674DA20B	PERSON_PROFILE	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,548,929	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548931}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:54	active	1932	😍Read the next chapters👉	"Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford's back." "Really?" Yasmin Starr was busy with her drafts. When she heard that her husband was back, her eyes lit up. She drew the curtains before her to see a shiny car driving along the path leading to the villa. She saw a man in the car. His handsome face was visible from where she stood; his actions and carriage exuded a regal air. It really was him! Yasmin's heart started racing. Her face burned at the thought of the things they did whenever he came home. Every kiss they shared was searing and passionate. It made her shy yet nervous. Just then, the door to her room swung open. Blake Ford walked in. Yasmin smiled at him. "Mr. B!" "Come here." He loosened his tie. She walked over to him shyly. In the next second, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hard kiss. She moaned before sinking into the kiss. Then, he carried her to the bed and had his way with her. Blake looked like the celibate and gentle type, but he was no gentleman on bed. He wouldn't let Yasmin off the hook without making her cry. Yasmin shut her eyes as she savored the experience. This time, Blake was wilder than he'd ever been. He was only satiated when she begged him to stop with tears streaming down her face. He lifted the sheets and strode into the bathroom. Shortly after, there was the sound of running water. Yasmin remained in bed, lying there without an ounce of strength in her body. She and Blake had been secretly married for two years now. At first, it hadn't been a marriage of love. Her father had forced Blake to wed her. So, in the beginning, he didn't like her much. But she adored him. She'd done everything she could to chase after him and treat him well. Finally, he'd returned her feelings. Yasmin's heart pounded as she recalled how wild and enthusiastic he'd been tonight. She couldn't help feeling sweet. Would their marriage get better from now on? Once she bore him a child, they'd be a happy family of three. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. Blake walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had an amazing body, but his expression seemed somewhat menacing. He hadn't even wiped the beads of water dripping from his hair as he asked brusquely, "Do you have a baby?" Blake held up a test. It had been placed on the toilet bowl, where he'd taken it. Yasmin sat up. She was a little scared of not being able to read him. "I don't know yet. I bought it this morning." "Why did you buy it?" "I've been feeling nauseous lately, and I haven't had much of an appetite. You told me to do a test if I had any symptoms." Yasmin's big eyes were filled with innocence. Blake said, "Go do the test now." "I'll wait until you're done showering." He was obviously not done yet. "Do it. Now." His expression was frosty. Yasmin didn't dare delay further. It just so happened that she needed to pee, so she did the test at the same time. A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom. Blake was sitting on the touch. He looked up when he heard her come out. His eyes were like dark whirlpools as he looked at her. "How is it?" "There's only one line, Mr. B." Yasmin was rather disappointed. She didn't have a baby. It was impossible to tell whether Blake's eyes were filled with disappointment or relief. He said calmly, "Get me something to wear." "Are you still going out so late at night?" "Yeah." His voice was as cold as ever. Yasmin didn't say anything else. She went to the walk-in wardrobe. She was actually very disappointed. Deep down, she wanted to bear a child. The Ford family wanted her to have a child, as did Blake. But no matter what treatments and supplements she'd taken over the past two years, she'd still failed to conceive. Besides, she was reluctant to let Blake go. Over the two years of their marriage, her love for Blake had only grown deeper. He was always too busy for her, though. Sometimes, he would be away from home for up to half a month. Now that they'd finally been reunited, he was leaving again. ###6891225### Chapter 2 Yasmin felt a little bitter. She grabbed some dark clothes from the wardrobe and returned to the room. There, she heard Blake talking to someone on the phone. "Don't be scared. Have Alicia keep an eye on you. I'll be right there." His voice was a brand of tenderness that Yasmin had never heard before. She stopped short. Suddenly, the sweetness she'd felt earlier dissipated. She asked tentatively, "Who was that, Mr. B?" He glanced at her, his tall stature domineering. He said coldly, "No one." "Was it a woman?" "It's none of your business." He grabbed the clothes from her and put them on. Usually, he would have her put them on for him. Would every man start to be repelled by their wives once they fell in love with someone else? Yasmin's stomach started convulsing. It looked like she had a stomach problem. She felt horrible. Blake got dressed and turned to leave. Yasmin was on high alert—a woman's sixth sense was powerful. She ran to the door and said, "I'm feeling a little sick, Mr. B. Could you stay the night?" Blake turned to look at her. He was unbelievably handsome, but there was something about him that just made him seem heartless. "Have Mary call the family doctor if you're not feeling well. Also, I won't be back for some time." With that, he headed downstairs. His figure went further and further away under the warm lights. Yasmin suddenly felt dazed. Why did it feel like she'd never truly held a spot in his heart? A wave of nausea washed over her. She ran to the bathroom and vomited her dinner. This was followed by a sharp pain in her stomach. She was as pale as a sheet as she struggled to crawl to the bed. She'd just laid down when another bolt of pain shot through her. Yasmin ran to the bathroom again. This time, there was only bile. She she had food poisoning! She grabbed her phone weakly to call Mary Gould. "My stomach hurts, Mary. Take me to the hospital." Mary ran upstairs. When she saw Yasmin sprawled on the carpet, drenched in sweat, she hurriedly called the driver. They took Yasmin to the hospital. When they arrived, Mary helped her inside the clinic. The doctor gave her a painkiller before instructing her to do an ultrasound. They needed to determine whether it was acute cholecystitis or gastritis. Yasmin's stomach stopped hurting once the painkiller was administered. It lifted her spirits somewhat. Mary helped her to the ultrasound room. But there, they met someone unexpected—Blake. "Mrs. Ford, look! It's Mr. Ford!" Mary looked happy. Yasmin looked in the direction she pointed. She saw Blake standing not too far away. A wave of delight washed over her. She was about to call out to him when she saw another woman. The woman came out of the room with a hand supporting her back. She held a report. "The doctor said the baby's fine, Blake." His cold face immediately became tender. "That's good to know. Remember to watch what you eat in the future. Now that you're to be a mother, you have to be careful about the food you consume." "Okay. I'll watch out from now on." The woman smiled gently. Yasmin was rooted to the spot with astonishment. Her gaze went from delight to disbelief. She stared at them. The woman wore a light-colored, demure dress, and she was beautiful. Her long hair was glossy, and her eyes were right. She exuded a cool yet bewitching air. ###6891226### Chapter 3 Yasmin suddenly recalled something a friend of Blake's had once said. He'd told her, "There's a woman who lives in Blake's heart. They met in Merania, and he's pined after her for years. You and her look pretty similar, actually." At the time, Yasmin had been indignant. She felt that the woman was no match for her since she was already a thing of the past. Now, her dream had been shattered. As she watched how tender Blake was toward the woman, she felt like a sharp blade had been driven right into her heart. It hurt so much that all her organs felt like they were cramping. Blake shielded the woman from the crowd as they turned to leave. Suddenly, he caught sight of Yasmin standing not too far away. Mary was with her. He frowned. The woman asked gently, "Do you know her, Blake?" "Yeah. She's my wife, Yasmin Starr," he said plainly. "Why don't you head to the car first, Giselle? I'll be right behind you." "Okay." Giselle O'Shea nodded obediently. Before she left, she turned to look at Yasmin. Their gazes met in mid-air. Giselle appraised her and smiled faintly. Yasmin's heart constricted as bitterness seeped through it. Blake walked over to her. He was tall enough to block out the light above her head. "What are you doing here?" Mary was about to answer when Yasmin asked, "Who is she?" Why was Blake at the hospital with her for a prenatal check? Did she have his child? She stopped her thoughts there, not daring to think any further. "Don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you." Blake avoided her question. Yasmin's eyes turned red. "Can't I even ask a question when you've had an affair?" "An affair? Do you even have the right to say that?" Blake's gaze was menacing. "Have you forgotten how we got married? Also, I made it clear to you when we married that I would never love you." The blood drained from Yasmin's face. She clenched her fists tightly, barely able to calm down. "So I'm nothing but a disgusting buddy to you?" "Something like that." Yasmin smiled self-deprecatingly. "I see. You were mad at my dad for tricking you, so you thought you wouldn't waste the opportunity and just get me, huh?" "Stop talking." Blake's gaze was laser-sharp. So, she couldn't even talk now? Yasmin's heart sank to the depths of hell. She refused to listen and continued, "Now that the woman you love is back, what are you going to do to me?" He pursed his lips. His silence disappointed her. Yasmin's stomach started hurting again; even the painkiller wasn't doing anything to stop it. As the pain intensified, she finally passed out. … It was already daytime when Yasmin woke up. She opened her eyes with a frown to see Blake leaving the room. She had an IV drip. "Mr. B!" she called. She almost fell out of the bed. Mary caught her. "Be careful, Mrs. Ford." "Where has Mr. B gone?" "That woman called him, so he went to see her." Yasmin jolted. "Don't let this upset you too much, Mrs. Ford. Your health should be your priority," Mary said, looking sad. "After doing the ultrasound, you were diagnosed with acute gastritis arising from food poisoning. You've already gone through three IV drips, so you're really weak now." Yasmin couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart. She had acute gastritis, but Blake had abandoned her after one phone call from Giselle. It looked like she was no match for Giselle at all. "Have something to eat, Mrs. Ford." Mary brought her a bowl of oatmeal. Yasmin shook her head. "Set it aside for now, Mary. I don't want to eat anything yet." Just then, her phone, which had been placed on the bedside table, rang. She answered it wanly. "Hello?" ###6891227### Chapter 4 "Yaz, did you know about your precious Mr. B cheating on you?" The phone call was from Yasmin's best friend, Eunice Salle. "I saw it all over the news first thing in the morning! He's gotten together with a pianist named Giselle O'Shea, and it looks like she's even carrying a baby. "The paparazzi caught them at the hospital together. Hurry and go check it out!" Yasmin's heart constricted. She checked the news. There were tweets everywhere on Twitter talking about the photos of Blake accompanying Giselle to the hospital last night. Blake was the CEO of Windmere Group and had countless assets under his name. He was the most eligible bachelor in the city. This was why his private life had always been under intense scrutiny. Now that he'd gotten caught accompanying a woman to the hospital, it immediately became a trending topic. The netizens had even managed to dig out Giselle's personal information. She was a renowned pianist in Merania. She and Blake were childhood sweethearts. They had a strong bond. After growing up, she'd gone abroad to study while Blake had waited for her for ten years. Now that Giselle was back, they could finally be together. Everyone on the Internet was going crazy over their relationship. They were all lamenting the glory of their love. In just one morning, Giselle's Twitter account had gained three million followers. The one thing Yasmin noticed was that Giselle had been in Merania. It matched up with what Blake's friend had told her before. So, she was Blake's true love. Yasmin smiled mockingly. "Did you see it, Yaz? I can't believe this nonsense is all over the Internet. I can't take it—I have to go teach these people a lesson!" Eunice gritted her teeth. Yasmin stopped her. "Don't do anything. I already know about it." "Wait, you do?" "Yeah." Eunice's voice shot up an octave. "What is wrong with you? Aren't you going to do anything about him getting involved with another woman? Shouldn't you be teaching that woman a lesson?" Yasmin sighed. "Didn't you see what those people are saying? She's Mr. B's true love. He's waited for her for a decade." "I couldn't care less whether she's his true love or a call girl he hired. She's in the wrong for getting involved with him despite knowing he's married!" "Forget it." Yasmin sounded tired. "My marriage to Mr. B has always been a one-sided thing. I'm tired now." Besides, her manners and upbringing wouldn't permit her to get physical with Giselle. In fact, if she were to cause a fuss, the whole city would know what a terrible marriage she had. She and Blake had indeed been married, so she didn't want things to turn ugly. After a moment of silence, Eunice said, "What are you going to do, then? Are you going to keep this up or get a divorce?" "A divorce is all I want now." Yasmin looked at the needle on the back of her hand. She was sick, yet he was accompanying Giselle. Her heart was now dead. "Since he doesn't care about me, I won't force things anymore." "I'll always support you, Yaz. You're so pretty. There are plenty of men who'd love to be with you. You don't have to be so hung up on a scumbag!" "Thanks for comforting me." She was grateful to have Eunice by her side when she was at her worst. After hanging up, Yasmin rested for a while. When she was finally done with her IV drip, she felt better. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore, but she was still rather weak. Mary and the driver took her home. She fell asleep again. Blake returned that night. As he took his coat off, he asked Mary, "Where is she?" "Upstairs. She's sleeping." Mary added, "Mrs. Ford was quite sad to see that you weren't around when she woke up this morning, Mr. Ford." Blake fell silent. After a pause, he went upstairs. He easily pushed the room door open. Yasmin was curled up on the bay window like a cat. Her long hair fell from the seat to the floor. It made her seem that much more skinny and petite. Why was she sleeping there when she was sick? ###6891228### Chapter 5 Blake frowned and approached Yasmin. Her eyes were shut. There was a sort of childlike quality to her face as she slept, but it didn't take away from her beauty. Her naturally pink and moist lips were puckered slightly. They were as tempting as water to a parched man in the desert. Blake's anger dissipated at this sight. He bent down to lift her into his arms. At the warmth, Yasmin subconsciously buried her head against his neck. She wanted more of it. Blake looked down at her. His gaze was too deep for others to tell what he was thinking. Then, he placed her on the bed. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "You're nothing, Mr. B …" Blake paused. He rested a hand on her face and caressed it. She was deeply asleep but subconsciously sucked on his finger. His breathing hitched. "Yasmin?" Was she awake? She didn't respond. Instead, she turned on her side and held his hand to her cheek. She looked wholly dependent on him. Blake lowered his head and kissed her. Yasmin felt like her tongue was numb from being kissed. As she woke up blearily, the first thing she saw was a handsome face that had been zoomed in. Before she could say anything, Blake kissed her again. He slipped a hand underneath her dress. His gaze was fiery enough to set her ablaze. Yasmin's expression turned icy. She bit his tongue hard. "What the h...!" With that, a bolt of pain shot through Blake. He released her. She rolled away from him, wrapping the sheets around herself as she glared at him. "What?" He gave her an icy look. "That's my line. Did you come here to see me after your date with your mistress? Don't you find yourself dirty?" Yasmin looked furious. Blake's gaze turned frosty. "She's not a mistress. Don't spout nonsense." "How is she not a mistress when she already has your child?" Blake didn't answer her. Instead, he said, "Don't you dare hurt her." Yasmin sneered. "How could I possibly hurt her? Do I look like a monster to you? Or do you think I'm powerful enough to go against you?" "Just don't bother her." Yasmin trembled. She didn't expect him to be so protective of her. She fell silent, looking frosty. "How's your stomach?" Blake sat by the bed and broke the silence. "What does it have to do with you?" Yasmin was mad at the mention of this. She'd been languishing in the hospital room while he'd been with another woman. No wife on this earth would be able to accept something like that. She was so mad that tears filled her eyes and blurred her vision. She said bluntly, "Let's get divorced, Blake." "What did you call me?" Blake shot her an icy look. She'd always addressed him as "Mr. B". Blake was eight years older than Yasmin and exuded a natural dominance. In the past, she would be scared of him if he were to so much as glance at her, let alone give her such an icy look. But now, Yasmin didn't care anymore. She met his gaze head-on. "I called you by your name. From now on, I will only ever call you that. Also, I said, let's get divorced." The thought of a divorce had been reverberating in her mind since she'd woken up that morning to see him leave the hospital room. If he couldn't even be bothered to be by her side when she was hospitalized, what was the point of keeping him? He would only exasperate her. "What did you say?" Blake thought he'd heard her wrong. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Say that again if you dare." "I regret everything now, Blake. I don't want to be with you anymore," Yasmin enunciated, her voice steady and clear. "Let's get divorced." She'd be much better off kicking a heartless man like him to the curb as soon as possible. He was the one who said he'd never love her, anyway. Blake sneered. His gaze was harsh. "What's this trick you're trying to pull this time?" He even thought she was just playing the fool by demanding a divorce. It showed that when a man didn't love a woman, he would think she was just playing games, even if she were to throw herself off a building. ###6891229### Chapter 6 Yasmin was dead at heart, and her eyes were dull. "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Blake. I'm being serious. I've been stuck in a loveless marriage for two years, and I've had enough." Over more than 700 days, she'd gone from hopeful to despondent. She was tired of living like this. "Have you forgotten that your father was the one who sent you to my bed?" Blake's eyes darkened. "He went to such lengths to force me to marry you, yet you're now demanding a divorce. Do you even hear yourself? "Go ahead and throw whatever tantrum you want, but don't take things too far. Men hate it when women are too fussy, you know." Indeed, Yasmin's father, Stuart Starr, had sent her to Blake's bed. At the time, something had gone wrong with Stuart's company. He foresaw himself ending up behind bars and had been afraid of his enemies going after Yasmin. So, he'd orchestrated for Yasmin to end up in bed with Blake. Then, he'd informed the paparazzi and the Ford family about this, forcing Blake to marry Yasmin. Stuart had some of Windmere Group's trade secrets. He'd threatened to release them if Blake didn't protect Yasmin. And that was how Stuart had tricked Blake into marrying Yasmin. Blake had harbored a grudge against him and Yasmin for it. On their wedding night, he'd warned Yasmin, "Your father gave you to me, so you have to atone for his sins. Obey every word I say. Don't ever go against me." That year, Yasmin was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. She'd been terrified, and she'd nodded with red eyes. "I understand, Mr. B." "Don't call me that!" Blake snarled. "I'm sorry. I'll be careful from now on." Yasmin's eyes were filled with sorrow as she recalled their past. She didn't hate Stuart. She knew he'd forced Blake to marry her because he wanted to protect her. It had been two years since then. Stuart was still in prison but would be released in a few years once he'd served his full sentence. "I know you're still harboring a grudge against me and my father for forcing you into this marriage. Now, I'm setting you free," she said. She despised him for cheating on her but was still grateful that he'd kept her safe for two years. Blake looked at her icily. Then, he sneered. "That stupid studio of yours isn't making a single cent. Can you really feed yourself if we get divorced?" Yasmin and Eunice had set up their own studio. It was still early days and had yet to bring in profits. "No entrepreneur makes money when they first started. It takes time. I know I'm not earning anything yet, but I'll work hard. I've graduated and grown up, Blake. I don't need your protection anymore," Yasmin said. Blake knitted his brows tightly. "So that's what it is. You want a divorce because you don't need me for anything anymore. Do you really think reality's that sweet, Yasmin? Your family forced me to marry you when they needed me. Now that you don't need me anymore, you're demanding a divorce." "I'll admit that my father made a mistake, but haven't I been atoning for his sins for the past two years? I've obeyed you at every turn. I've never gone against you. Besides, don't you want to be free? Your mistress had a baby. Don't you want to give her and your child what they deserve?" "My matters have nothing to do with you," Blake said coldly. Yasmin fell silent. Indeed, he'd never allowed her to ask about his matters. She turned to leave the room. An ugly look crept onto Blake's face as he dragged her back and pinned her to the bed. He circled her with his arms and looked down at her sharply. Yasmin was caught off guard. "What are you doing?" "You're always talking about how much you love me, right? Look at how you have to announce it every day." There was a hint of anger in his face. "Are you really willing to watch me ride into the sunset with another woman? Doesn't it upset you?" Yasmin lowered her eyes. She said softly, "Not anymore." It did upset her, but she didn't want to love him anymore.	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2,547,515	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2547544}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:42	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,549,083	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2549765}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:55	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she passed away because of postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. He cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late." Chapter2 Juan also looked over. A red figure stood out in the crowd. Debra, clad in a burgundy dress, seemed to captivate hearts with every gesture. Cameras flashed at her like she was a reigning superstar walking the red carpet. 'Debra?' Juan took a moment to recognize her. In the past, Debra preferred light makeup and plain dresses. This was the first time Juan had seen her like this. Seeing Debra for the first time, Shelia was filled with jealousy. Compared to the alluring Debra, she seemed too plain. "Debra looks stunning." Shelia's tone carried a subtle envy. Debra spotted them and walked over. Shelia thought Debra, unaware of her relationship with Juan, would be surprised or awkward, but Debra was poised and smiling. "Mrs. Nichols is here. Who's the lady beside Mr. Nichols?" whispered a reporter. Debra approached, linking her arm with Juan's, and extended a hand towards Shelia. "You must be Shelia mentioned by Juan. Nice to meet you! I'm Debra. You can call me Mrs. Nichols." Shelia withdrew her hand from Juan's and shook hands with Debra. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Nichols," Shelia said awkwardly. "Juan told me that he sponsored you. You're going to study abroad, right?" Debra said. Shelia glanced at Juan. "Shelia excels in her studies. She's planning to go abroad this year, but she's a bit timid, so I brought her here today to broaden her horizons," Juan said. He had brought Shelia here to see the world of the upper class. Juan hadn't completely fallen for Shelia yet. It was only after Shelia returned from abroad that Juan fell in love with her. Even so, Juan attended all kinds of events with Shelia, to the point where everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan liked a college girl. But none of this mattered to Debra anymore. She came to the auction not to compete with Shelia but for a more important purpose. "Well then, take good care of Miss Miles. I'm going in," Debra said, letting go of Juan's arm. Juan was stunned. He hadn't expected these words to come from Debra's mouth. By the time he realized it, Debra had already get into the venue. Juan frowned. 'When did the unruly Debra become so agreeable?' Debra sat in an inconspicuous corner. The auction venue was filled with influential figures. If she remembered correctly, an abandoned piece of land that nobody wanted was bought by an obscure merchant at this auction. Later, because of the upscale developments around it, the land became valuable. The successful investment elevated the merchant's status, making him a commercial magnate. Since she had decided to leave Juan, Debra wanted to build up her own assets. After sitting down, Juan searched for Debra's figure. Beside him, Shelia asked, "Mr. Nichols, do you really want me to bid on your behalf?" Juan's attention returned, and he said, "Yes, I trust your judgment." Shelia blushed. She had studied finance for so long at school, just for this day. On the second floor, Debra watched them chat happily. Shelia indeed had some talent, which was one of the reasons why Juan would be attracted to her. In her last life, Shelia had once identified a prime piece of land, which impressed Juan. But that piece of land was valuable, to begin with. The Nichols Group's properties were around it, and Shelia inflated the price with Juan's money. In the end, the value of the land and the surrounding properties all increased, so Juan couldn't lose. Even without Shelia, Juan would have secured that piece of land. As the auction started, Shelia began to bid. She successfully won the first three prime pieces of land. Juan sat beside Shelia like a guardian. "The price of Crescent Manor starts at one billion." "Two billion." Debra's bidding caused a collective gasp. Juan frowned. What's gotten into this woman? Shelia whispered, "This piece of land isn't worth much. Debra's going to lose money." Juan texted Debra. [What are you doing?] Debra read the message and ignored it. "Two billion once!" "Two billion twice!" ... "Is Debra crazy? Two billion for this piece of junk?" On the second floor, Randy was flabbergasted. "Three billion," Marion bid. Randy nearly flipped the table. "Marion! Are you insane too?" Across from them, Debra frowned. She wanted to know who was crazy enough to compete with her for this wasteland, only to see Marion. She vaguely remembered Marion was doing gray business. 'When did he start real estate development?' "Four billion!" Debra raised the stakes. Downstairs, Juan furrowed his brow and texted her again. [Debra, shut up!] Debra simply turned off her phone. "Five billion," Marion said. His provocation annoyed Debra. 'Alright, you want to play? Let's play.' "Ten billion!" she bid. "What! She's gone mad!" Randy exclaimed. Juan stood up, losing his composure. He couldn't quite grasp Debra's intentions. To him, this piece of land wasn't even worth one billion. Yet Debra was offering ten billion. Marion smiled at Debra and made a gesture of concession. "Ten billion!" The auctioneer exclaimed, "Any further bids? Ten billion, going once, going twice. Sold!" As the gavel fell, a weight lifted off Debra's heart. The land was finally hers, but she had unnecessarily spent an extra eight billion. It was all because of Marion. She glared at him. Randy nudged Marion, "Hey, Debra's glaring at you. If I were her, I'd probably be plotting your demise." Marion shrugged indifferently. Downstairs, Shelia tugged at Juan. "Mr. Nichols, Debra is going to make you bankrupt." "She set her own price. No one will help her pay the bills," Juan said. Chapter 3 Due to this episode, Juan's attention was solely on Debra. Shelia's performance was completely ignored. When the auction ended, Debra was about to leave when she bumped into Juan and Shelia. "Debra, if you don't understand real estate, don't mess around," Juan said bluntly. Shelia chimed in, "Yeah, Debra. Your actions have cost Mr. Nichols ten billion." Debra chuckled, "Miss Miles, you misunderstand. This piece of land is mine to get. What does it have to do with Juan?" Shelia blurted out, "But that's ten billion." "It's just pocket change for me, not to mention for her." From not far away, Randy's voice came. "Isn't that right, Ms. Frazier?" Debra caught sight of Marion and said, "It's just a plaything for purchase." Shelia blushed with embarrassment. Ten billion meant nothing to Juan and Debra. In front of these people, Shelia felt inferior. "Heard Mr. Nichols got married. Is the lady beside him Mrs. Nichols?" Marion chimed in. Shelia blushed, stammering, "N-no." "This is my wife, Debra," Juan said, pulling Debra close. Debra tried to shake off Juan's hand, but he held on tight. Since earlier, he had felt Marion's gaze on Debra. Men understood men best. He could see through Marion's thoughts. "So, Ms. Frazier is Mrs. Nichols. It's my bad. I saw Mr. Nichols chatting with this lady in the venue earlier, thinking she was Mrs. Nichols." Randy slapped his head. "Then this lady must be Mr. Nichols's secretary. No wonder she was holding up signs for Mr. Nichols earlier." Debra almost burst out laughing. Though she didn't care about Shelia and Juan anymore, hearing Randy's words still made her pleased. Shelia was totally embarrassed. "Joe, take Shelia home," Juan requested. "Yes, sir," Joe agreed. Randy grinned, "We'll get out of your hair. Bye!" After Randy and Marion left, Debra shook off Juan's hand. "Had enough?" Juan didn't expect Debra to pull away. Before, Debra couldn't wait to touch him. She seemed different tonight. "If you're trying to get my attention, you don't need to do this," Juan said. Debra was speechless. She wanted to argue, but she couldn't find the right words. Considering how much she cared about Juan in the past, she might have done so. But she wasn't that person anymore. "Whatever!" Debra shrugged. "Wait." Juan stopped her. "What now?" "What's your relationship with Marion?" "I don't even know him." Juan spoke coldly. "No matter what your relationship is with him, you are Mrs. Nichols in public. You better watch your identity and keep your distance from other men." Debra scoffed, "Before you demand anything from others, how about demanding it from yourself? Did you consider your status and my reputation when you brought Shelia here today?" "I had Joe inform you today." "Oh? Is it to tell me not to come?" Juan remained silent. He knew he was in the wrong. "Even Marion, an outsider, mistook Shelia for Mrs. Nichols. If you like her, let's get a divorce," Debra said. "Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?" Juan frowned. Although he didn't love Debra, it didn't mean he wanted a divorce. Their marriage was based on interests. It was not something one person could dissolve. From Juan's serious expression, Debra could tell that he wasn't thinking of divorce now, but it was only because of her family. In a few years, when she became worthless, he would discard her like trash. Thinking of the miserable end of her last life, she'd rather end it now than wait for that moment. "I said, let's divorce." The next day, news of Debra's extravagant purchase of wasteland swept through major platforms. Debra was the sole heiress to the Frazier family, and ten billion was just a figure for her. However, with her family's businesses operating, she had limited liquid assets. It was not easy for her to raise the money. Debra lay on the bed, rubbing her brows. 'Should I find Juan? No.' He left without a word yesterday when she proposed a divorce. She couldn't understand. She was even willing to relinquish the Frazier family's wealth to him, yet he still didn't want a divorce. But besides Juan, who else could she turn to? Suddenly, Debra sat up. She had an idea. "Marion!" People in high society were in one circle. Debra managed to contact Marion through her connections. Debra remembered that Marion's influence was overseas, but in recent years, he had stationed himself in Seamar City. Others might not know why, but she did. In the coming years, Marion would rapidly take over local enterprises, competing head-to-head with Juan. In the conference room, Marion played with his lighter. Debra got straight to the point. "I want to borrow eight billion from you." Randy spat out his tea. He'd seen straightforward, but never this blunt. "Ms. Frazier, that's a large amount of money." Debra blinked. "Last time you said ten billion was nothing." "I just rolled the logs for you, and you're giving me a hard time." Randy shook his head. Beautiful women were always a bit sick in their heads. Marion flicked his lighter. "Why should I lend you any money?" "I could've secured Crescent Manor with two billion, but because of your meddling, I have to pay an extra." "Not a convincing reason." Debra fell silent for a moment before saying, "Your industries are all overseas, but for the past two years, you've been frequenting Seamar City. I guess you want to launder your overseas money here. Am I right?" Randy paused his tea-drinking motion, subconsciously glancing at Marion. He didn't expect Debra to understand these things. Chapter 4 The room fell silent for a moment. Marion smirked and said, "Mrs. Nichols, you can't wrongly accuse good people." "Yeah, we're all legitimate businessmen," Randy chimed in. "In the realm of legitimate business, it's not up to me to judge. But I think Juan might be interested," Debra said. "I'm just a clueless rich girl, while Juan isn't. If I tell him what happened, I wonder if he'll take notice." "You're sneaky!" Randy couldn't contain his frustration. Debra looked at Marion seriously. "Lend me eight billion, and I'll pay you back with interest in three years." Randy's eyes widened. "Are you kidding? Do you know how much interest that'll be? If you can't pay it back, we'll lose eight billion. You're Juan's wife. Who can hold you accountable?" "I know the interest. I'll sign a contract with you. If I can't repay, I'll give you my family's properties and stocks, and I'll work for you for the rest of my life." Randy paused and continued, "And besides, my marriage with Juan might not last three years. Even if I'm still his wife then, he won't protect me." Marion looked up and stared at Debra for a while. Randy's ears perked up as he smelled gossip. But he quickly composed himself. "No, I disagree!" But Marion agreed, "Okay, I'll lend it to you." "What?" Randy jumped up from his chair. "Have you gone mad?" "I'll have the finance department transfer the money to you. We'll draft the contract later," Marion said. "Marion!" Randy stomped his foot. "Thank you, Mr. Houston." Debra stood up, saying, "I'll await your message. Happy cooperation." She smiled and left the office. Randy ground his teeth. "That's eight billion! Are you out of your mind? She's Juan's wife! Why would you lend her money?" Marion grinned. "She's pretty." "Why should you get the girl while I pay?" Randy exclaimed. Marion stood up, tossed a bank card to Randy, and said, "I pursue the woman I fancy. It's only right that I foot the bill." "What? Foot the bill? She's Juan's wife! What bill are you talking about?" Randy ranted. Ignoring his protest, Marion walked out of the office. "Both of you are insane!" Randy muttered. Debra had just stepped into the Nichols family's mansion when she saw Juan sitting in the living room. She frowned. In her last life, Juan rarely came home. 'When did he become so attached to home?' Assuming he was just lounging around, she turned to go upstairs. "Debra!" Juan called out. Debra halted. "What is it?" Juan felt uneasy about Debra's recent coldness. "The auction house is pressing for payment." "I know," Debra replied coolly. "If you don't have enough money, you can tell me," Juan said. "No need. I've sorted it out," Debra said dismissively. "Where did you get the money from?" Ten billion wasn't a small amount, and Juan knew every movable asset under the Frazier family's name. She couldn't produce such a sum on short notice. "It's my business. You don't need to concern yourself," Debra replied. "Don't forget that I'm your husband," Juan said. Debra chuckled bitterly. 'Husband?' Juan always considered it a disgrace. When did he remember he was her husband? "You're so anxious because you're afraid I'll lose money and drag down the Nichols family," Debra said. Juan fell silent. Seeing his reaction, Debra knew that she had guessed right. "I won't drag you down. I understand our marriage is a business alliance. We rise and fall together. You don't have to come home often," Debra concluded. Juan was speechless. He used to think that way, so after getting married, he was cold towards Debra and didn't even touch her. But after hearing those words from Debra, he suddenly realized his excessiveness. Juan was about to say something when suddenly a remittance message came on Debra's phone. She didn't expect Marion's actions to be so fast. In just an hour, the money arrived. With the matter resolved, Debra gave a smile. Juan pursed his lips, suddenly remembering how Debra used to follow him. She showed him the same smile, but he never cared. "There's a party tonight. You're coming with me." "Me?" Debra frowned. Juan asked, "Don't want to?" "Why don't you bring Shelia with you?" Debra was puzzled. In her last life, whenever there was a banquet, Juan would take Shelia. If her memory served her right, it was an international banquet that night. She insisted on going, but Juan brought Shelia in the end, indirectly paving the way for Shelia. For such an important occasion, why would Juan suddenly think of bringing her? "You're my wife, so naturally, you should come to such occasions with me." Debra didn't get it, thinking it was only because Shelia had something else to do. Then again, she should go to such occasions more often. To start her own business, she needed connections. "Alright then, I'll go get ready." Juan breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Debra was still willing to be the nominal Mrs. Nichols. Perhaps she wasn't completely disappointed with him yet. Shelia was in the dormitory, arranging the dress sent by Juan's secretary. Her roommates looked at Shelia with envy. "Shelia, your boyfriend is so sweet, giving you such a beautiful dress." Shelia's cheeks turned rosy. "Shelia, when will you introduce us to your boyfriend?" "Yeah, your boyfriend is so rich, and he takes you to various banquets all the time. We're curious." Shelia shook her head and said, "He's very busy. I'll introduce you to him when he's available." Shelia's phone rang. Seeing that it was a call from Juan's secretary, she answered the phone happily. "Joe, did Mr. Nichols send you to pick me up? I'll come down right away," she said. "Mr. Nichols said you don't need to come today," said Joe. Chapter 5 Shelia's smile froze. "Why?" "Mr. Nichols is taking his wife tonight, so it wouldn't be convenient for you to attend." Shelia forced a smile. "Oh, so he's taking his wife. That's great. I didn't want to go anyway." "That's good." Shelia held her phone and bit her lip. Her roommates exchanged glances. "Shelia, did your boyfriend stand you up?" "I heard this event is international. Didn't your boyfriend organize it to introduce you to some foreign entrepreneurs?" Facing their skeptical looks, Shelia managed a weak smile. "He has an important client to accompany. I shouldn't disturb him." Shelia glanced at the dress in her hands, her expression dimming. 'Juan never likes Debra. Why did he suddenly...' She tightened her grip on the dress. She had looked forward to tonight's event for so long. She couldn't just give up. As the night fell, Juan had a splendid black dress sent to Debra. He had been waiting downstairs for a while when he saw Debra descending the stairs. Though he had seen Debra in a burgundy dress the other day, seeing her in this outfit still took Juan by surprise. He hadn't realized how beautiful Debra could be. "I'm ready," Debra said, lifting her head. Juan pursed his lips. "I'll have my secretary bring the car around." Debra opened the door to see Joe waiting outside. Seeing Debra in the black dress, Joe was amazed. "Mrs. Nichols, you look stunning in this dress, better than Miss Miles." Juan glanced at him. Joe realized his mistake and quickly shut his mouth. "It's okay." Debra didn't care, and she got into the car. Juan glared at Joe and muttered, "You won't get your bonus this month." Joe felt wronged but dared not say more. That was what he got for being too talkative. Outside the club, Juan helped Debra get out of the car. People around them cast admiring glances at them. "Who's the lady with Mr. Nichols?" "Seems to be Mrs. Nichols." "I don't recall seeing Mr. and Mrs. Nichols together before. They make quite the power couple." ... Juan took Debra's hand. Debra wanted to retract her hand, but with so many people around, she had to go along with Juan. Debra glanced around and saw many faces she had encountered in her last life. Juan had a certain prestige in the business world. To be able to attend such a high-level international event, the people here were all top entrepreneurs, philanthropists, or real estate tycoons. Debra had studied finance to impress Juan, but it never paid off. Suddenly, the sound of shattered glass grabbed everyone's attention. A gardener accidentally broke a vase of roses, and the manager scolded him. "Where did this old man come from? Get him out of here!" the manager barked. "Hold on." Debra stepped forward, picking up the roses from the ground. She noticed they were carefully pruned and rare. "This man ruined Mr. Houston's flowers and startled the guests. Let me have him removed," said the manager. "If it's broken, just ask him to prepare a new one," Debra said. "These roses were brought by Mr. Houston for everyone's enjoyment. How about each lady take one to appreciate his gesture?" Debra suggested. Everyone nodded, and the manager waved off the gardener. Juan stepped forward, lowering his voice. "I didn't expect you to liven up the atmosphere here." Debra shrugged. "Just trying to please Mr. Houston." Outside the club, Shelia stepped out of a taxi in a black dress, feeling strange gazes around her. She ignored them and tried to get into the club. The security guard glanced at the taxi and stopped her. "Miss, do you have an invitation?" Shelia was taken aback. She didn't know about invitations. With Juan, she could go anywhere. It was the first time she had been stopped by a security guard. "Sorry! No invitation, no entry." "I'm here to see Mr. Nichols. I'm his companion," Shelia lied. Squinting at her, the guard asked, "Mr. Nichols is already inside with Mrs. Nichols. Who are you?" Feeling the stares all around, Shelia blushed with embarrassment. Joe saw her and hurried over. "Excuse me, she's our company staff." The guard nodded, allowing Shelia through. Shelia breathed a sigh of relief, but Joe asked sternly, "Miss Miles, why are you here?" "I just wanted to broaden my horizons. Mr. Nichols always said I was too timid. I'll be going abroad in a few months, so I wanted to experience this kind of event. Joe, could you take me in?" Joe hesitated. "I'll return from studying and help Mr. Nichols. The piece of land Debra bought cost billions and was a loss. She probably doesn't understand finance. So many financial elites are here. I'm worried Mrs. Nichols won't be able to handle it," Shelia pleaded sincerely. Joe nodded in agreement. In the past, it was always Shelia by Juan's side because Debra knew nothing about finance, and Joe respected Shelia, who was talented in this area. Shelia joyfully entered the club and spotted Juan conversing with some guests not far away. She lifted the hem of her dress to run over, but she accidentally collided with an old man. The gardener's vase slipped, and the water splashed on Shelia's dress. She instinctively exclaimed and freaked out when she saw the stain. "What's wrong with you? Can't you watch where you're going?" Chapter 6 Her cry pierced through the room. All eyes, including Juan's and Debra's, turned to her. In their eyes, Shelia was a rude and uncultured woman. The old gardener bent down to pick up the scattered roses and apologized profusely. Feeling the stares around her, Shelia quickly changed her attitude. "I'm sorry. I was in haste. Are you okay, sir?" Debra watched from nearby. Even though Shelia tried to fix it, it only came off as insincere. Shelia also noticed Debra beside Juan. "How did she get here?" Juan frowned. Given his expression, he seemed clueless about Shelia's arrival. Debra wondered if Shelia came on her own. Debra stayed silent. This plot was different from that of her last life. Juan brought Shelia to the party, where Shelia impressed Caleb Houston. It led to a smooth path overseas and success after graduation with support from Juan and Caleb. Debra thought that Shelia would not show up this time. Yet here she was. "Mr. Nichols!" Hearing the commotion, Joe rushed in. Juan's tone was curt. "Who let her in?" "It was me." Joe bowed his head. "I thought Miss Miles could help you." Juan rubbed his temples. He used to be very tolerant of Shelia. But in this situation, Shelia shouldn't have appeared. "Miss Miles isn't familiar with the place. Go check on her," Debra said, taking a sip of champagne. Juan saw Shelia's scared looks, and he couldn't bear to leave her alone to handle the situation. "I'll be back in a moment." Debra said nothing. That was expected. He could never let go of Shelia. Juan went over and asked, "How did you come here?" Shelia lowered her head, looking pitiful. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see the event." Seeing her tear up, Juan couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. In a sense, Shelia was trained by him, and he had seen all her efforts. "I'll have Joe take you back." Seeing Juan about to leave, Shelia hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. "Mr. Nichols, can I stay?" Juan frowned. In the past, Shelia was always obedient and aware of her identity, never crossing that boundary. Shelia felt his displeasure and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Nichols. I..." Juan relented in the end. "You can stay. This event could be helpful for your overseas studies." Shelia finally broke into a sweet smile. "Can I stay with you?" Juan glanced at the surrounding crowd, concerned about leaving Shelia alone here. "Yeah." Shelia was delighted. Joe couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what about Mrs. Nichols?" "Go accompany her. Don't let her cause trouble like last time." Juan knew that Debra often attended such events, but as someone unfamiliar with finance, she was here merely to pass the time. As long as she didn't cause trouble like last time, it was fine. Debra watched as Joe approached her. Before he could say anything, she asked, "He's gone to accompany Shelia?" "Miss Miles is a key candidate for the company, so..." "I understand." Debra looked as if she was not bothered at all. Joe breathed a sigh of relief. But somehow, he felt that Debra had changed. Shelia followed Juan and confidently conversed with some bigwigs, which was noticed by Debra. Although Shelia had good grades at school, she was still just a student. In front of these seasoned businessmen, what she said wasn't very insightful. They were only praising Shelia out of respect for Juan. However, soon Shelia faced difficulty with a foreign elderly gentleman. Debra recognized that man as a financial tycoon from Dawnreach. He only spoke his native language and didn't know any foreign languages. And his translator was absent. "Mr. Nichols..." Shelia bit her lip, glancing at Juan. Juan was pondering how to defuse the awkwardness when Debra approached and fluently conversed with the man. The man seemed quite pleased with what Debra said and shook hands with her. Shelia finally noticed Debra, dressed in an identical black dress. Compared to her, Debra seemed like a refined lady, while she looked like a street vendor. Shelia clenched her fists and forced a smile. "Debra, that's impressive. You can speak the Dawnreach language." Debra smiled without saying anything. Juan remembered that Debra could speak foreign languages, but Dawnreach language wasn't widely used. Not many people knew it, so he was surprised that Debra was fluent in it. "What did you say to Mr. Stephen? He seemed quite pleased," Shelia asked. "I told him that the piece of land he bought near the southeastern sea is going to get a good prince, so he's happy," Debra replied. "That piece of land will get a a good price?" Shelia looked puzzled. The land didn't seem extraordinary. "Maybe," Debra replied casually. In her last life, that piece of land did get a considerable sum. The area suddenly developed into a tourist destination, making a hefty profit from tourism. Mr. Stephen probably foresaw its development, hence his purchase. Shelia lacked that foresight. Juan stared at Debra, which made her uncomfortable. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Debra asked. "How did you know that the land would get a good price?" Juan said. Chapter 7 Given his expression, Juan knew that this plot of land would fetch a hefty sum. Yet he chose to let Stephen have it as a favor. That was just Juan's style. "I was just paying a compliment. You're reading too much into it," Debra replied. Juan furrowed his brow, assessing the sincerity of Debra's words. It made sense. Given Debra's intelligence, how could she see the future value of that land? Juan realized he was overthinking it. "Hope so." Juan turned away, leading Shelia to meet other people. Shelia glanced at Debra. Debra managed to capture the hint of triumph in Shelia's eyes. She downed a glass of champagne. In the eyes of others, she was just a failed woman abandoned by her husband. Her husband left her and took another woman to meet business partners. Could anything be more of a joke than this? Debra felt disheartened. She had planned to mingle with the business elites, but with Juan gone, it became difficult. How could she approach those entrepreneurs without seeming intentional? Debra scanned the surroundings and spotted a piano not far away. A smile played on Debra's lips as she got an idea. With graceful steps, Debra approached the piano and exchanged brief greetings with the pianist before sitting down. As the heiress to the Frazier family, she had to learn many things, though she never thought she'd use them. But now they had come in handy. It had been a while since Debra played the piano, so she was a bit rusty. But soon enough, the piano keys followed her fingers, producing a melodious tune that perfectly matched the atmosphere of the party. The guests were captivated by the unexpected piano music. Many turned to look in her direction, and after she finished playing, applause filled the room. Seeing Juan and the businessmen stop their conversation, Shelia kept her eyes on Debra and said, "Debra is amazing. She can play the piano." "She is a pro," Juan remarked casually. Among these people, many could play the piano, and passing relevant exams was quite common. The fact that Debra received so much applause showed her musical talent. It was then that Shelia realized the gap between her and Debra. She used to think Debra was just lucky and pretty, but utterly useless. Now she was proven wrong. She was dead wrong. After Debra finished playing, many wealthy ladies approached her for conversation. While she couldn't directly approach those business magnates, getting close to their wives made it easier to reach them. "I didn't expect Mrs. Nichols to be so talented at the piano," Randy remarked from a corner. "Not bad," Marion agreed. "You don't know music, do you?" Randy teased. "I don't, but I like it," Marion replied. He didn't understand music, but because it was Debra playing, it felt different. When she went to the restroom, Debra was pulled into a secluded corner. She tried to cry out, but the man behind her covered her mouth. "Don't make a sound," the man whispered. Feeling the warmth of his body, Debra adjusted her breathing and bit down on the man's hand. "Ouch!" he grunted in pain. "You bit me?" The man released her. Debra quickly put some distance between them and was surprised when she saw his face. "Marion?" "Who else did you think it would be?" "Why the cloak and dagger?" "I sneaked in. Don't want to be seen." "What kind of joke is this? Caleb is your..." Before Debra could finish her sentence, she immediately shut her mouth. Marion raised an eyebrow. "Hm? What were you going to say?" Debra averted her gaze. In her last life, Caleb left all his assets to Marion. It was only after that she found out the truth. But so far, no one knew Marion was Caleb's grandson. "I mean, Caleb is kind-hearted, and you're a dominant owner of overseas enterprises. Even if you snuck in, no one would dare say anything." "Maybe, but I prefer to play it safe," Marion said. "Don't tell me you snuck in here just to say these things to me." She didn't think Marion would be so boring. "This is for you." Marion handed Debra a contract. Debra looked down and saw the contract for her borrowing. "Just for this?" she asked. Marion nodded. "Boring!" Debra signed the contract and threw it back to Marion. It was crazy that he found her to sign the contract at the door of the ladies' room. "As your creditor, can I ask you a question?" "Go ahead." "Why spend ten billion on that land?" Marion's voice was low, tempting her to answer his question. "I can't tell you now," Debra said. "What if I insist?" Marion could tell Debra had other plans. But he couldn't figure out what could be worth ten billion there. It was a loss-making business, but Debra's actions made him believe the land would be worth far more than ten billion. "If I told you this land would be worth a lot in six months, would you believe me?" Debra asked. "No." Marion couldn't see any signs of it yet. "What if I said high-end properties around that wasteland are about to come into the market?" Debra asked. "What high-end properties?" Marion frowned. He had never heard of that. "You'll find out soon enough," Debra smiled, walking past Marion into the restroom. Frowning, Marion walked to the lobby, where Randy asked, "Done signing?" "Yeah," Marion said. "Why the long face?" Randy asked. "Is there any high-end property near the wasteland Debra bought?" "There aren't any." "Check who owns the land around that wasteland." "That wasteland is in the sewage area. There's nothing to check. Forget high-end properties. No one would even build a basketball court there," Randy said. "Sewage area?" Marion was surprised. Chapter 8 Moments later, Shelia emerged from the restroom, her face looking grim. She was now dressed in a white gown. "What's wrong?" Juan asked. "I just changed in the restroom and thought I saw Debra." "Debra?" Shelia nodded. "I saw Debra with that man. They seemed intimate." Shelia observed Juan's expression and quickly added, "But I might have been mistaken. How could Debra know someone like Marion? I heard he's a desperado." "Debra..." Juan's tone turned cold. He had noticed Marion's interest in Debra last time. 'Doesn't she know how to avoid danger? Even getting close to someone like Marion.' Juan felt upset. Debra emerged from the restroom and was puzzled about Juan's dissatisfaction. "Where did you go?" Juan whispered. "Me? I went to the restroom." Debra was confused. Shelia stepped forward, pretending to be affectionate, as she grabbed Debra's hand. "Debra, I saw it just now. Marion is not a good person. Don't let him deceive you." Debra instinctively withdrew her hand. Shelia's hand hung in mid-air, and she looked aggrieved. "I didn't tell Mr. Nichols about it on purpose, but Marion is really not a good person." "I know what kind of person Marion is. I don't need others to judge," Debra huffed. "I..." Shelia bit her lip, looking hurt. "Shelia is looking out for you. Don't be oblivious and offend the wrong people," Juan warned. Shelia tugged at Juan's sleeve, as if to imply he was being too harsh. If other people saw it, they might think that Shelia was Juan's wife. "In any case, it's best not to get close to Marion. You're a woman of high standing, while he's a man without upbringing. How could you have any ties with him?" Shelia said. Suddenly, the sound of a cane hitting the ground came. Everyone turned to see an elderly man with gray hair standing in the center of the hall. Debra turned around, feeling a sense of familiarity. Soon, she recognized the old man as the gardener who had been arranging vases in the hall earlier. Now, the old man was dressed in a suit, flanked by two bodyguards. His stern gaze carried a hint of ruthlessness, making people wary. "This is Mr. Caleb Houston," one of the bodyguards introduced. Everyone in the vicinity raised their glasses respectfully to the old man. Only Shelia was pale. The old man she had scolded just now turned out to be Caleb. Shortly after, Marion emerged from behind Caleb and stood by his side, supporting him. Debra suddenly had a bad feeling. Marion looked at Debra and slowly smirked. "Ladies and gentlemen, I invited you all here today to declare that Marion is my grandson, the sole heir of the Houston family." Caleb coldly glanced at Shelia. Shelia felt a chill. "He is not some wild man without upbringing," Caleb said. Everyone in the room was astonished, and Debra's heart was pounding. 'Something is not right. The timeline has changed. How could this happen?'	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2,548,395	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2548387}'	Yes	2024-11-27 19:49	active	1932	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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