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2,764,984	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2764985}'	No	2025-03-03 18:13	active	2788	🔞🔥Click to Read on📜<She Stuns the World>📜	Everyone envied Athena. She had a wealthy background, looks, and intelligence. But when it’s revealed she was the wrong child raised by the wealthy Kennedy family, and her real parents are poor, the Kennedys abandon her, and everyone wanted to see the belle of society humiliated. Little do they know, Athena is a billionaire, a top doctor, hacker, detective, and genius scientist. The Kennedy family’s fortune was her doing—and now, without her, they’re doomed! Matthew spoke with quiet authority. "I caught a glimpse inside her car. Everything's top-of-the-line, and she might even have Skywrought—a rare material I've been hunting down for years." Louis's eyes widened with disbelief. It would be remarkable if Athena genuinely possessed such a valuable resource and used it in an ordinary car. Chapter 1 Know Your Place Late at night in a dimly lit bar, a wealthy young man clad in designer threads slid a document across the table to Athena Donovan. "I'm engaged to the Kennedy's daughter. You're not their flesh and blood, so I need you to sign off on ending our engagement," he stated matter-of-factly. "But hey, we could still mess around, right?" he added, his voice dripping with nonchalance. Athena, dressed in a light blue linen dress, sat opposite him. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, her skin porcelain-smooth, and her eyes gleamed with a quiet fire. As she watched him flaunt his riches, she couldn't help but think, 'Is this guy for real?' He pushed another document her way along with a key card and car keys. "This is for a property transfer. Live in the apartment for five years, and it's yours. Oh, and that brand-new Maserati downstairs? It's yours too if you sign these." Athena chuckled softly and then did the math. 'Five years as his side piece for a 600-grand apartment and a sports car worth 400 grand? That's barely 200 grand a year—less than 20 thousand dollars a month. And he expects gratitude for his 'generosity'?' Her gaze unnerved him. He grabbed a wine glass, sipping a 2,000-dollar mouthful of wine, before continuing. "Look, I get it, you're a proud woman. Signing this might sting a bit." "But let's be real—your folks are broke. Five brothers, all cramped in some tiny house in the old quarter," he pressed. "Trust me, you wouldn't last a day in their shoes. Take the flat and the car. You're gonna need them." Athena shot him a brief, scornful smirk, then leaned in to swiftly sign the documents. Lucas Harper's grandiose promises, made during their courtship, now seemed laughable and vile, especially after his rush to call off their engagement upon learning she wasn't a true Kennedy. Sickened by his charade, Athena was ready to bolt after just a short while. Caught by her smile, Lucas leaned in, his face alight with desperation. "Athena, I really give a damn about you. I can set you up for life if you just stick with me," he said, his voice thick with passion as he licked his dry lips. "If you wanna have kids, I can look after them too. But they won't carry the Harper name," he added, clearly lost in his delusions. Athena finished signing, tucked a copy into her bag, and stood. "Mr. Harper, thanks for calling off the engagement. Goodbye," she said, turning to leave. Lucas froze, then snapped back to reality as she started to walk away. "Athena, you better learn your damn place!" he yelled, rushing over and grabbing her arm. "I'm the heir to the richest family in Kitmore City, not to mention handsome, generous, and a top grad from an elite foreign school. I've had women throwing themselves at me since I was a kid," Lucas boasted arrogantly. "You should be grateful I'm even considering keeping you, you gold-digging impostor! If you walk out now, you'll regret it!" Athena struggled briefly, then swiftly broke free. She flipped him off and spat at him before striding away. Lucas clenched his fists, trembling with rage. "Stop her!" he bellowed. Lucas had been pursuing Athena for three years but had never even held her hand. 'I can't just let her slip away,' he thought desperately. 'I need to spend one night with her, get it on tape, and show I'm still the most eligible bachelor in Kitmore City.' His entourage, keen to impress, quickly blocked Athena's way, smirking. "Athena, Mr. Harper has bent over backward for you. How can you be so cold and just leave?" one sneered. "If you're ditching him, at least throw the guy a bone. Show some damn appreciation for all he's done," another piped up. Athena kept her cool, then glanced over their shoulders with a smirk. "Matthew, you made it!" Hearing the name, Lucas and his cronies turned in shock. Rumors had been flying that Matthew Graham, heir to the Graham family, had sneaked into Kitmore City. Every big shot in town, including their families, was scrambling for an intro. But when they spun around, there was no sign of Matthew—just the usual crowd. The elusive Matthew seemed nowhere in sight. Lucas whipped back around to Athena. "Where's Matthew Graham? Are you lying..." he started, but trailed off as he realized Athena had used their distraction to slip away. "Go! Downstairs, now! We've got to catch her!" he ordered his group. They muscled through the crowd and sprinted to the elevator, hitting the building's lobby in seconds, only to see Athena's modest black car pulling away. "Athena, you can't run from me!" Lucas screamed, chasing after her. He was left coughing in a cloud of dust as her car tore down the street. Furious, he wiped his face and glared at the fading taillights. "After her!" he roared between coughs before jumping into his Maserati to give chase. Half an hour later, Lucas was still desperately combing the streets for Athena. Meanwhile, Athena had already arrived back at the Kennedy family villa. After parking her car, she made a call. "Blacklist the Harper family immediately," she instructed coldly. "No invitations to any Vission Group events, no sales of Vission Group products, and bar them from entering any Vission Group properties." With that, she ended the call and calmly walked through the villa's front door. When Athena finally arrived, it was twelve minutes past midnight. Despite the Kennedys' reputation for living a healthy, disciplined lifestyle, the grand crystal chandelier was still casting a bright light across the living room. As she stepped inside, she spotted Isaac Kennedy lounging on the large leather sofa, dressed in silk pajamas. His eyes were closed, seemingly at rest, and a stack of documents lay on the coffee table in front of him. It was clear he'd been waiting for her. The moment he heard the door, he opened his eyes and asked with a concerned look, "Athena Donovan, why are you back so late? Did something happen?" Athena, wearing a polite smile, pretended not to notice his formal tone. "Nothing too serious. I just signed the breakup agreement with Lucas. It's official—we're done." Isaac rarely called her by her full name, which made Athena wonder if he was subtly reminding her of her place in the family. At her words, Isaac visibly relaxed, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth before he quickly composed himself again. "Are you upset with us for not stepping in to save your engagement?" "No," Athena replied sincerely, shaking her head slightly. "I never had feelings for Lucas. If you hadn't forced me into this engagement a month ago, I wouldn't have even considered him." Back then, her grandmother had been critically ill, requiring a nearly impossible surgery. Since Athena was still a minor, she couldn't legally sign the consent forms. The Kennedys had taken advantage of the situation, using their signature as leverage to force her into the engagement. Athena could've arranged the surgery secretly, but she hadn't seen the point in going through all the trouble. She knew she could end things with Lucas anytime, so she went along with the engagement without a fuss. Isaac looked uncomfortable as he addressed the matter. After clearing his throat awkwardly, he said, "I'm glad you don't hold it against us." "Please, have a seat. There's something we need to discuss," he added, motioning to the chair next to him. Chapter 2 Gifts Athena sat gracefully on the edge of the sofa, her posture upright and poised, hands neatly folded in her lap. Isaac said slowly, "You'll be meeting your biological parents tomorrow. I've arranged for a driver to take you there, and there are gifts prepared for them. "It's been years since you've seen your family, so make sure to spend time with them, get settled. Don't worry about anything here." Athena nodded, understanding. "Thank you." Isaac gestured to the property transfer agreement lying on the coffee table. "This house is a farewell gift from your mother and me. It's not brand new, but it's been kept up well and fully furnished. I hope it'll be suitable for you." Athena had already glanced over the agreement. The house was her childhood home, a small, worn-down apartment barely fit for living. The Kennedys had held onto it, hoping for a payout from demolition or as a place for elderly relatives. Now, they were offering it to her as a symbolic gesture since neither of those plans had panned out. She smiled politely. "Thank you, Dad. But please keep the house for now. I'll let you know if I need it." A flicker of displeasure crossed Isaac's face, and his tone cooled. "Fine. If you ever change your mind, just call Elias. He'll handle everything right away." Athena nodded again to show she understood. After a brief pause, Isaac continued, "Tomorrow's gonna be busy. I've asked Mia to pack your things. Get some rest tonight, and leave early tomorrow so you don't keep your parents waiting." Athena wasn't sure if her biological parents were as eager as the Kennedys to see her go, but she could tell Isaac and his wife certainly were. Standing up, she said politely, "Thank you, Dad. I'll go get some rest." Her gentle demeanor and compliance seemed to please Isaac. He sighed, feigning regret. "Athena, you're a good girl. If my long-lost son didn't already have a girlfriend, I would've loved to see you as my daughter-in-law." Athena fought back the urge to thank him for sparing her from that fate. Remembering that Isaac hadn't been entirely unkind over the years, she offered a simple goodnight and made her way upstairs. Isaac watched her go, a mixture of guilt and reluctance in his gaze. He was surprised by how obedient she remained, even as she was about to leave. He hoped to wrap up this matter quickly so his real children could finally move in. With that thought, he put the papers away, turned off the lights, and headed upstairs. In the master bedroom, Regina Kennedy paced nervously in her luxurious silk robe. When Isaac walked in, she immediately asked, "So, what did Athena say?" "She didn't make a fuss," Isaac replied, brushing it off. "She turned down the house, said she'd ask for it if she ever needed it." Regina was taken aback. "That old house might be a bit rundown, but it's still worth something. I think she just thinks it's beneath her. How greedy!" Isaac frowned. "I don't think Athena's like that." Regina shot him a sharp look. "We're living in a villa worth over 60 million dollars. You think she's gonna settle for a house that's barely worth 200 grand?" She then raised her hand, showing off her diamond ring. "Do you know where I found this Vission diamond ring?" "No," Isaac said with a sigh of relief. "But thank God you found it. That would've been a hell of a loss." "Mia found it stuffed in Athena's clothes while packing," Regina said coldly. "We always kept this ring locked up in our room. And guess who took it? Athena. That ungrateful little thief." "I bet she's just waiting for an excuse to squeeze more out of us in the future," Regina continued with a hard edge in her voice. "We need to protect what's ours—for our own kids. We can't give her another damn thing." Chapter 3 Leaving The Kennedy Family Isaac shook his head, disappointment clear in his eyes. "Was all that obedient, considerate behavior just a damn act?" "Absolutely," Regina scoffed, her expression twisted with disdain. The affection she once had for the girl she called her daughter had long since vanished. She added, "When Zoe was here two days ago, she couldn't stop admiring this diamond ring. I was planning to give it to her once she and Andrew got engaged. Who would've guessed Athena would swipe it right from under our noses?" "Maybe you didn't know, but Zoe and Athena went to school together—from elementary all the way to high school. Zoe told me Athena was popular with the boys, and they used to shower her with expensive gifts. She never hesitated to accept them—" "Let's not dig into this." Isaac cut her off, unwilling to tarnish the memory of the girl they had once cherished. "She's leaving soon. We raised her; we should just let it go," Isaac said, trying to push past the bitterness. "I'm warning you," Regina said sternly. "Don't give her a damn cent. Poor people are like bottomless pits. The moment they get a taste of easy money, they'll keep coming back for more. We can't let that happen." Isaac nodded. "Don't worry. I'll keep it cordial, but she won't see a dime from me." As the couple schemed to keep Athena away, she stood in her almost empty room, staring at her packed luggage, nearly laughing. Five suitcases were stacked by the door—two filled with clothes, one with shoes, another with bags, and the last one with skincare products and jewelry, none of it worth more than five figures. All the really expensive stuff was gone, but she didn't care. She grabbed a few clothes and her tablet, packing them into a smaller bag. Scribbling a note, she read it aloud to herself, "I'm gone. Don't worry, and don't miss me!" She placed the note on her desk and quietly slipped out of the room. Athena left behind everything the Kennedy family had ever given her. As she made her way through the dark, empty living room, she placed her keys and house card on the cabinet by the door. Without a second glance, she stepped outside and headed toward her modest black car—the one she bought with her own money, not a penny from the Kennedys. Once inside the car, Athena pulled out her phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, she said, "As of now, cancel all contracts with the Kennedy Group." There was a moment of stunned silence before the phone erupted with excited cheers. "Finally! You're done being their doormat!" Athena chuckled softly. "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused. But starting today, I'm officially out of that family. They're no longer our problem." Laughter rang out on the other end of the line. "Everyone's here! Come celebrate with us!" The sound of laughter and cheers poured through the phone, flooding Athena's ears. The noise grew louder. "Hell yeah! Congrats on making the right call and cutting ties with the Kennedy Group! First thing tomorrow, I'll contact them and terminate all their partnerships with Vission Group." "Even if they come begging, we're not backing down," they added, their excitement clear. Athena grimaced at the noise, rubbing her temples. "I'm driving. Let's talk later," she said, putting the car in gear. She had no idea that, across the street from the villa, an SUV was parked under the trees, lying in wait like a predator, silently watching her every move. It was Matthew. Moments after she drove off, Matthew in the SUV issued a curt order. "Follow that car. Keep out of sight." "Yes, sir," his secretary Louis Connor replied, smoothly tailing Athena's car from a safe distance, confident she wouldn't notice. After a while, curiosity got the better of Louis. He glanced into the rearview mirror and asked, "Mr. Graham, you came back home and flew all the way to Kitmore City. I remember your goal is to meet Isaac in person and check out how he snagged Vission Group's exclusive West End distribution rights. "But as soon as that girl showed up, you switched your focus to her. Are you interested in her?" Inwardly, he mused, 'If Mr. Graham ever showed interest in a woman—hell, whether she's eighteen or thirty-eight—I'd be so damn grateful. I'd probably sing hallelujahs.' Matthew stayed silent, arms crossed, eyes closed, completely unfazed by the question. But Louis, persistent as ever, couldn't let it go. "She used to be the Kennedy family's golden girl. Now, she's changed her name to Athena Donovan. Two weeks ago, she took the SAT; last week she found out she wasn't Isaac's biological daughter, and today, she's supposed to meet her real family. "From what I've heard, she's well-behaved, educated, and pretty low-key. Other than being drop-dead gorgeous and a top student, there's nothing else that stands out. So, why the sudden interest?" Matthew remained silent, only fueling Louis's curiosity. He said, "I don't mean to be nosy, but the Kennedy Group's exclusive distribution deal with Vission Group is about to expire. "If we don't lock it down now, we'll have to wait another three years. And we can't delay Lucy's treatment any longer. We need to find Dr. Annie through the Kennedys." Finally, Matthew spoke, his voice cold. "You've been with me for years, and you still don't see what makes her different?" Louis blinked in surprise, taking a moment to realize Matthew was talking about Athena. He replayed her actions in his mind, trying to figure out what might make her stand out. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't pinpoint anything and had to admit defeat. "Besides her looks, I don't see anything special. Please, enlighten me," Louis said, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice.	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2,765,256	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2764744}'	No	2025-03-03 18:14	active	2788	Read the Full Version👉	When Formula 1 racing prodigy Adrian Chase lost his memory, I became his caretaker for three years. He seduced me and took my V-card, then tattooed my name across his collarbone. Then his memory returned, and I was demoted to being his personal assistant. Adrian had the tattoo removed and grew increasingly close to his new female teammate, Sophia Blake. When I confronted him, he cut me off with a cold laugh: "Riley, I'm not the same guy who knew you as Rain. You don't get to question anything I do." "Keep the job or walk away your choice." Everyone expected me to be that pathetic ex who couldn't let go. What they didn't know was that I'd already accepted his mother's million-dollar settlement. Soon, I would finally be free to walk away. Walking out of the Chase manor, I clutched the million-dollar check in my hand. 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[Coming home for dinner tonight?] Instead of sending, the message bounced back with a red exclamation mark. Blocked. Again. Adrian always blocked me during his training weeks. It was his ritual now, just like the way he obsessively reviewed race footage or spent hours in the simulator. The same perfectionism that made him unbeatable on the track made him unbearable off it. He expected me to beg, to plead until he finally deigned to unblock me. Just another power play from a man who'd been born into power, whose family controlled half the racing teams in the circuit. I used to tell myself it was just his way of staying focused on racing. But I'm done lying to myself. Why am I the only one he blocks? Simple - I matter the least. After all, I was just the caretaker who'd seen him at his weakest, a reminder of the time when the great Adrian Chase had been nothing but a man who couldn't remember his own victories. I turned in early that night, curled up on my side of our California king bed - the same bed where Rain used to hold me like I was precious. The bedroom still held echoes of those memories, though the warmth had long since faded. Adrian didn't stumble in until past midnight, bringing with him the sharp scent of expensive whiskey and victory. Another successful practice run, no doubt. The mattress shifted under his weight, and his muscular arms snaked around me with practiced possessiveness. "In bed before midnight? That's new," he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar post-race huskiness. He nuzzled my neck, his breath hot against my skin, reeking of aged scotch and hollow triumph. I used to live for these late-night moments, staying awake just to catch a glimpse of him walking through the door. My heart would race at his footsteps on the stairs. Now, I instinctively recoiled from his touch, my body betraying what my mind tried to deny. The expensive Chanel Gabrielle lingered on his collar - Sophia's signature scent. The same perfume I'd seen on his credit card statements, a Christmas gift for his "teammate." Of course they'd been together. They always were these days. His jaw clenched at my withdrawal, fingers digging into my hip as he tightened his grip. "Stay still," he commanded through gritted teeth. "My head's splitting." The migraines - his constant companion since the accident. The kind that usually required prescription-strength painkillers and complete darkness. But somehow, holding me had always been his miracle cure. The only time the mighty Adrian Chase showed any vulnerability now. Muscle memory took over as I massaged his temples, my fingers finding the familiar pressure points. A quiet groan escaped his lips - a ghost of intimacy we once shared. Adrian caught my hand mid-motion, his thumb running over my palm with clinical detachment. His expression turned to one of distaste, nose wrinkling as if he'd smelled something unpleasant. "Jesus, Riley, your hands feel like sandpaper. What's the point of those La Mer creams if you're not using them? You're representing the Chase name now - at least try to look the part." "Some things don't wash away that easily," I said, voice hollow as winter wind. Three years of being his caretaker had left their mark - no amount of luxury skincare could erase that. The contrast was crushing. When he was Rain - the lost man with no memory - he'd kiss these same callused hands, whispering they were beautiful because they told our story of healing together. He'd trace each line like reading a love letter, thanking them for saving him. Now? He looked at them like they were an embarrassing reminder of a past he wanted to forget. Just like me - a scar he couldn't quite erase, but could at least hide from the cameras. I found Adrian Chase half-dead in a ditch off Alpine Road, his designer racing suit torn and bloody. The wreckage of his custom Ferrari was scattered across the mountainside - a deliberate hit, I'd later learn. When he finally opened his eyes three days later, they held no recognition, just raw fear and confusion. But he latched onto me like I was his only anchor in a storm. My mother's death and father's remarriage had left me exiled to our old family cottage. Loneliness had been my only companion until Rain - the name I gave him - came into my life. He was endearingly helpless with everyday tasks, bu//rning toast and shrinking sweaters. But something changed whenever he was near cars. His hands would instinctively caress their curves, his eyes lighting up at the sound of engines. I thought nothing of it - most guys knew their way around cars, right? Rain was gentle in a way that made my heart ache. He'd spend hours teaching me constellations, making up stories about each star. When he tattooed my name across his collarbone - "Riley" in elegant script - I gave him everything. That night, tangled in sheets and whispered promises, I finally understood what it meant to belong somewhere. For six perfect months, we lived in our bubble of morning kisses and lazy Sunday drives. He'd leave wildflowers on my pillow and dance with me in summer rain. Then came the day he remembered he was Adrian Chase - F1 champion and heir to a racing empire. The change was instant and absolute. The soft smiles vanished, replaced by cold efficiency. His gentle touches became possessive grabs. Our cozy dinners turned into missed calls and empty apologies. While I heated up lonely microwave meals, gossip sites flooded with photos of him and Sophia Blake at exclusive restaurants. The racing world's new power couple, they called them. She wore designer dresses and perfect makeup, everything I wasn't. I clung to the hope that his tattoo meant something - that somewhere under Adrian Chase's polished exterior, my Rain still existed. Until the day I noticed fresh bandages on his collarbone. The laser removal hadn't even healed when he was already posing shirtless with Sophia for Sports Illustrated. When I confronted him, Adrian didn't even look up from his phone. "What would the sponsors think?" he drawled. "Riley, I'm not your precious Rain anymore. You don't get to question anything I do. If you want to keep your position, learn your place." Watching him walk away, reality finally hit me. The man I loved had died in that mountain crash. Adrian Chase was just wearing his face, racing through life in the fast lane while I stood frozen in the pit stop of our memories. I believe his love was real once, but I forgot that hearts change lanes as fast as racing cars. Adrian's breathing had evened out beside me, deep in sleep. "Adrian," I whispered to the darkness, "do you remember it's my birthday today?" He'd once promised, as Rain, that I'd never spend another birthday alone. But I hadn't let myself wallow. I'd bought myself a massive chocolate cake from that fancy French patisserie downtown - the one Rain used to walk miles to just to surprise me with their truffles. Morning light was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I woke to an empty bed and the sound of running water from the ensuite. Adrian emerged moments later, water droplets trailing down his body, towel slung low on his hips. He started dressing with the casual confidence of a man used to being watched, pulling on his custom-fitted racing suit. I felt suddenly awkward, then almost laughed at myself. After three years of being his caretaker, there wasn't an inch of him I hadn't seen. I was about to close my eyes when my phone chimed. [Countdown: 6 days to Monaco Grand Prix] Adrian caught the notification and smirked. "Still tracking my every move?" His tone turned cold. "Riley, don't you have a life of your own? This obsession with my schedule is suffocating. Find something else to fixate on." I didn't tell him that I did have plans - ones that involved getting as far away from him as possible. His mother had promised to fund my jewelry design degree in Milan after the race. The countdown wasn't for him - it was for my freedom. Something landed on my lap - a signature blue Tiffany box. Adrian stood awkwardly by the door, not quite meeting my eyes. "Happy birthday. Sorry about last night. I'll make it up to you later." He was gone before I could respond. So he did remember. He just didn't think it was worth coming home for. The ache in my heart felt dull now, more of a phantom pain than a fresh wound. Inside the box lay an exquisite diamond necklace, clearly meant to match the bracelet on my wrist. But while my bracelet was roughly handmade by Rain during those simpler days, this necklace screamed luxury and precision - just like everything else in Adrian's world now. After a moment's hesitation, I unclasped the bracelet, placing it alongside the necklace. These remnants of two different men - I didn't want either of them anymore. I'd return the box before I left, one final goodbye to both Rain and Adrian Chase. After tidying up the penthouse, I headed out to meet Kate at the airport. My best friend was finally returning from her years managing tech startups in Singapore, and God, did I need her straight-talking wisdom right now. We settled into a corner booth at Château Blue, the kind of upscale café where racing wives held their gossip sessions. Kate nearly knocked over her oat milk latte when I told her about my exit plan. "Finally!" She threw her hands up in celebration. "Adrian needs to learn that not everything can be bought and replaced like his precious cars. He had something real and treated it like a pit stop. Let him grow old with his trophies." Her outburst made me laugh for the first time in weeks. There was some truth in her anger. Kate leaned forward, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. "But honestly? I can't wait to see his face when you're gone. Mr. Perfect Control Freak is going to lose it. Remember that time at the Ferrari testing track?" I frowned, trying to recall. "That Italian rookie driver was chatting you up by the paddock?" Kate pressed. "Adrian was in the middle of a practice run, but the second he saw you two, his lap time went awry. The look in his eyes..." She shuddered. "Pure ice. The whole pit crew felt the temperature drop. Next thing we knew, you were banned from track visits." "I always thought he was embarrassed by me being there," I said quietly, remembering how Adrian had coldly informed me that the track was 'no place for distractions.' Kate snorted. "Please. He was marking his territory like some alpha male nonsense. Trust me, he's so used to owning you, he doesn't even realize how possessive he is." "It doesn't matter anymore," I sighed, watching the steam rise from my untouched cappuccino. "He'll probably be relieved I'm gone. One less complication in his perfectly curated life." "Oh honey," Kate shook her head, "you really don't see it, do you? Adrian Chase might play the cool, detached champion for the cameras, but you're the only person who's ever gotten under his skin. When you leave..." She smiled wickedly. "That's when the real race begins." Leaving Kate's downtown apartment, I spotted the familiar matte black Bentley waiting curbside. James, Adrian's long-time driver, stepped out with practiced efficiency. "Miss Riley, Mr. Chase requested I escort you to dinner." I nodded, unsurprised. With Adrian's resources and connections, tracking someone in this city was child's play. The private room at Le Circuit was packed with racing elite when I arrived. Adrian and Sophia held court at the center table, surrounded by sponsors and team officials. He barely glanced my way as I slipped into a corner seat. "Who's that?" A sponsor's voice carried across the room. Adrian's reply was dismissive. "My personal assistant." The room's atmosphere shifted instantly. Knowing looks were exchanged - they'd all seen this story before in the racing world. Sophia gave me a deliberate once-over, her designer dress and perfect makeup a stark contrast to my simple outfit. Her smirk said everything about where she thought I belonged in the pecking order. When the champagne started flowing, Sophia reached for a glass. Adrian smoothly intercepted it. "She's allergic to alcohol. I'll take this one." He downed it in one elegant motion, earning appreciative laughs. "Since when do you make my decisions?" Sophia challenged playfully, leaning into his space with practiced familiarity. Adrian steadied her with a gentle hand. "Behave." "No way," she pouted, all camera-ready charm. "You took one drink for me, now you're committed. From now on, you're my exclusive champagne shield." Adrian's face softened in a way I hadn't seen since Rain. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Deal. Every toast in your name is mine to handle." I watched them, the bitter taste of expensive wine mixing with the realization of how pathetic my loyalty must look to everyone here. Two years of holding onto memories, while he built a new highlight reel without me. I drained my glass, ready to make a quiet exit. That's when the doors swung open, waiters rolling in a towering cake as "Happy Birthday" filled the air. "Wait till you see this cake," a team exec's voice carried across the room. "The boss hand-picked it from La Pâtisserie this morning." My heart stuttered, remembering Adrian's promise of making up for my birthday. For a moment, I let myself hope, despite everything. Then they placed the cake in front of Sophia. Of course. It was her birthday too. She was about to blow out the candles amid a chorus of expensive perfume and fake laughter when Adrian's voice cut through the celebration. "Wait. Let Riley blow them out too." The room froze. Even I stared at him in disbelief. "Excuse me?" Sophia's voice could have frosted champagne. "Yesterday was her birthday. I promised to make it up to her today." Adrian's tone was casual, as if he hadn't just dropped a social bomb. Sophia's perfect features twisted. "Seriously, Riley? Couldn't afford your own cake? Had to piggyback on mine?" The room filled with stage whispers. "So desperate..." "Always these assistant types..." "Trying to climb the ladder..." Humiliation flamed through me, but anger flamed hotter. This was classic Adrian - making a show of remembering, but in the cruelest way possible. I escaped to the bathroom, gripping the marble counter until my hands stopped shaking. When I emerged, Sophia and her friend were blocking the hallway, designer purses swinging. I tried to slip past them to the sink, but their voices followed. "Sophie, that earring is gorgeous! But where's its pair?" Sophia caught my eye in the mirror, her smile razor-sharp. "It's special because it's one of a kind. Adrian gave it to me for my birthday." My world stopped spinning when I saw it. A delicate sapphire butterfly, its wings caught in eternal flight. My mother's earring. The only piece of her I had left. The rage burst through my careful composure. I lunged for the earring, my fingers tangling in Sophia's perfectly styled hair. Everything blurred into desperate movement and muffled screams. When reality snapped back into focus, the butterfly earring was in my trembling hand, and Sophia was sobbing, blood trickling from her earlobe. Adrian's grip on my wrist was bruising, his eyes colder than a winter race at Silverstone. "What is wrong with you, Riley? Have you completely lost it?" His voice cut like shattered carbon fiber. Disappointment had long since drowned my heartbreak. I clutched the earring, my voice breaking. "This was my mother's. The only thing I have left of her." I'd given him one of the pair during those precious days when I thought Rain and I would last forever. Now he'd handed it to another woman like it was nothing more than a trophy. "It's just an earring," he sneered. "I can't wear it, so why shouldn't Sophia have it? Apologize. Now." I searched his face desperately, looking for any trace of the man who'd once cried when I gave him this precious piece of my history. But Rain was gone, leaving only Adrian Chase's perfect mask. "Riley, I have the biggest race of my season in days. Are you trying to sabotage me?" Reality crashed back. I'd promised his mother not to upset him before Monaco. My future in Milan depended on keeping that promise. I bowed to Sophia, swallowing my pride. "I'm sorry." Adrian released me with a shove that sent me stumbling. I watched him lift Sophia like she weighed nothing. "I'm taking her to the hospital. Don't be home when I get back. You need to think about what you've done." The room filled with whispers as they left, but I didn't care. I had my mother's earring back. Mom had been a lead singer in an indie band. Dad fell for her fire but later denounced her for the same passion, calling her unstable, unfit for family life. My clearest memory is her on stage, these butterfly earrings catching the lights as she owned every note. She was my definition of radiance. It inspired my dream of designing jewelry that could capture that same magic. When she got sick, Dad never visited once. But Mom never regretted being herself. Her last words to me in that sterile hospital room: "Never lose yourself in someone else's story." I laughed bitterly. She'd be so disappointed in how far I'd let myself fade. "Please miss, anything helps." A young boy's voice cut through the snowy night, his eyes hungry and hopeful. I dropped Adrian's birthday gifts - the Tiffany necklace and bracelet - into his cup. His face lit up like Christmas. It was time to find myself again, to make Mom proud. Being alone wasn't nearly as scary as being lost. I spent the night at Kate's, drowning memories in expensive whiskey. I didn't surface until noon the next day. My phone screen was lit with Adrian's missed calls - thirty-seven of them. I ignored them, focusing instead on the calendar notification: [Monaco Grand Prix: 5 days remaining] I smiled grimly, deciding to pack my things today. I deliberately chose afternoon for my return - his usual track time. But when I opened the penthouse door, Adrian was waiting in his favorite leather armchair, still in his racing suit, eyes dark as storm clouds. "Where were you?" His voice cut through the air like a whip. I turned toward the bedroom, but his grip locked around my wrist. He slammed the check down on the glass coffee table. "What kind of game are you playing with my mother?" The words came through clenched teeth. My heart stuttered. His mother's million-dollar check. I forced my face into practiced neutrality, my voice steady. "Oh, that? Your mother's compensation. After three years of being your caretaker, it seems fair. The Chase family won't miss it." Adrian studied me with the same intensity he used to analyze race telemetry, searching for cracks in my facade. We'd been here before, in this same penthouse, but under very different circumstances. Last time, when the Chase family had finally tracked down their missing heir, his mother had slipped me an identical check across this very table. "For your troubles," she'd said with an icy smile. But before the paper had even grown warm in my hands, Rain had burst in. His eyes had blazed with a fury I'd never seen before, hands shaking as he tore the check into confetti. 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2,764,103	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2764104}'	No	2025-03-03 18:12	active	2788	😍Read the next chapters👉	My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace. I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.' Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!" If this was the old me, I'd have stormed up to the company and started a fight with Yves. I'd fight that woman who tried to steal my husband away from me. Now? Now, I was just exhausted. Forget anger; I was utterly apathetic to it all. I hung up, and that angered Yves more. He marched back home and saw me arranging my flowers. He was enraged and speechless. Without looking up, I said, "You're early. No overtime today?" My calm response stunned him. Yves asked coldly, "What do you think? Your comment made Joyce cry. What were you thinking, Tiffany Season? Do you have any idea how big a deal Joyce snagged for us?" "Nope. I just wanted her to stay professional at work. A mismatch between accessories and clothing makes for a bad company image." Yves was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but the air was filled with the sound of something snipping. I snipped off the superfluous branches and arranged the remaining flowers in specific angles. It looked good. I put my scissors down, cleaned up the trash, and looked at Yves. "Anything else?" "N-No." He then realized why he came back. It was not to negotiate. He came after me. "I specifically hired Joyce. You'd better watch your tongue around her." "Yeah, yeah," I said curtly and put the flowers on the table in the living room. I fiddled with it until I liked how it looked, then I started binge-watching my shows. My overly calm behavior left Yves a little helpless. "Err, I'll get you another gift. A belated birthday present." "No. I'm not a child anymore. Just get back to work." I looked at him calmly while he seemed stupefied. In the end, he went into his study. I sneered. We'd been married for seven years, and we were still annoyed at each other. Even without Joyce, he'd find another mistress sooner or later. I've dealt with so many of his mistresses over the years. At first, I was furious, hysterical, and a banshee. Now, I was as calm as stagnant water. I was exhausted. I took stock of what I had and told my lawyer to draft up the papers. I'd just printed the papers when Yves hurried out on a call. He only came back in the dead of the night, reeking of perfume. I'd finished binge-watching my shows and was about to sleep. Yves frowned. I changed into my PJs and went to bed, much to his surprise. "Is something wrong with you, Tiffany?" I looked at him, confused. He said solemnly, "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you ask where I was?" "Because there was no need for that. You must have your reason for going out." He had nothing to say to that, and he scratched his head. "Are you hiding something from me?" "No, it's just in your head. Good night." I was sleepy. The binge-watching left me wanting to sleep. Yves couldn't prolong the conversation, so he went to the bathroom. I was already asleep when he came back. When I woke up, I saw a box on the bedside. There was a note on it. 'Happy Birthday,' it read. I chuckled and opened it up. A red key holder. Heh, it's just a free gift after a shopping spree. I tossed it into the drawer and took out the papers. I thought I should change some of the details. Yves and I had been together for ten years and married for seven. I knew him like the back of my hand. He was a cruel, heartless bastard. After all, he cared more about his army of mistresses than me. Chapter 2 Challenge I had made up my mind to bow out and let Yves have his fun. He could elope with Joyce for all I cared. Once I was done changing the details, I went to the salon to get my hair done, then a whole skincare routine. No point being frugal for a man if he would only spend the money on another woman. That necklace cost about 450 grand. If I were a betting woman, I'd say this key holder was a little souvenir for Joyce as well, but he decided to show some generosity to me. I'd respond in kind. He wanted freedom? He could have it. Once I had my hair done and my skin tended to, I picked up the papers and went to Yves' company. The receptionist noticed me, and her eyes lit up. "Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" "Hi. Is your boss in today?" "Yes. Mr. Gordon had a meeting this morning." I nodded and took the elevator. Back when Yves and I got married, I Venmoed all his employees a handsome amount of money. So, I knew for a fact that they recognized me. I got out on the sixteenth floor, my heels clacking. Yves' assistant greeted me. "Hey, Joyce." "Where's Yves?" "In his office, but Ms. Cherny's there too." He huddled closer. "Might not be the best time to see him." I smiled. "It's the other way around. In fact, it's the best time to see him. I brought him lunch." Yves' assistant looked at the bento box in my hand, stunned. I ignored him and made a beeline for Yves' office. I opened the door and was greeted by a cloying voice, "Had a fight with Tiffany again? She has too much time on her hands. Independence is important for women. Housewives always let their thoughts get the better of them because they don't have anything better to do." "She's not as capable as you are, Joyce. Thanks for getting us that Westmore deal. When the money comes through, you're getting a raise." "Really? I don't need a raise. Money means nothing to me. I just want to be by your side." I chuckled, and the couple inside noticed. I dropped the act and went inside. Joyce was on Yves' lap, her arms around his neck. If I hadn't heard the conversation, I'd think they were going to screw right there and then. Yves panicked and pushed Joyce aside. Joyce dusted herself off and smirked at me. "Hey, knock before you come in. Where's security? We've got a trespasser here!" She acted like she owned the place. Yves patted her shoulder. "That's my wife. Tiffany." Joyce feigned surprise. "Oh, that's your wife? She's so different from the other women." The sarcasm, unfortunately, did not go over my head. Yves looked at me, stunned. Of course, I looked beautiful. I had my hair done and styled myself meticulously. My accessories made me stand out even more. "What brings you here?" Yves snapped out of his trance. "Are you here to check on him, Tiffany? We were talking about the Westmore deal. I don't think you'd understand that." I smiled, unfazed. "Go on, you guys. I made some soup, and I thought Yves would like it. I'll be going soon." I placed the thermos on the table and was about to leave, but Yves called out to me. "Wait. Why don't we have lunch together?" I looked at Joyce. There was disdain and challenge in her gaze, as if she thought I was nothing but a leech who fed off my husband. Still, I wanted to see what she was up to. Therefore, I agreed to the proposal. "Fine. Where are we going?" Chapter 3 Declaration Joyce answered, "Let's go to the restaurant right across the street. Good food there. It's Mr. Gordon's and my usual haunt." She blatantly told me how close she was to my husband. If she wanted to invite trouble, who was I to interfere, right? I nodded. Yves looked a little unnerved seeing me so calm. In the end, he even offered to take my bag. I wrapped my arm around his arm and walked out together. Before we left, I said, "Close the door on the way out, Ms. Cherny." Although Joyce was disgruntled, she closed the door anyway. She looked like a little minion on our payroll. I laughed. Yves had been incessantly humiliating me, even out in public, but I'd been acting too strangely lately. It seemed that my behavior had finally spooked him. He had no idea what to do or how to react. So, he could only feign ignorance as he allowed me to hold his arm. The assistant stared at us with wide eyes. Every time I came, it was either to catch Yves in his affair or start a fight. I'd never acted calmly before. Joyce came out smiling, and we went into the elevator. I heard smatterings of whispers behind us. I didn't know the specifics, but I could guess the gist of it. They were probably wondering why I had a sudden change. Perhaps I was planning to reclaim Yves. Nah. This bastard had a change of heart. He could never be won back. I'd rather take everything that was rightfully mine and leave him behind. Joyce came up to us. "My treat, Yves. It's my first time seeing Tiffany, after all." She looked at me, and I smiled. "Thanks." Yves looked like he'd seen a ghost. He couldn't believe I was the same woman he married. We went to the restaurant and took our seats. Yves made his order, and when we were served, he pushed the chili crab over to me. "Their chili crab's nice." I smiled at him silently. Yves was stunned, and then, a while later, he remembered that I was allergic to seafood. Chili crab was far from my favorite food. He got it wrong. Joyce looked smug. "I love chili crab, Yves. Don't mind if I do, Tiffany." "Go ahead." I summoned the waiter and ordered myself some greens. Only then did I dig in. Yves realized he'd gone too far this time. Thus, he tried to salvage the situation. "I've been busy lately, but I'll make it up to you, I promise." "Really?" I extended my phone to him. "You can make it up to me right now." I showed him my E-bank app, and Yves was stunned. After a beat, he curled his lips to an awkward smile. Before he could say anything, Joyce chuckled. "You're so lucky you married Yves. You can just ask him for cash, and he'll give you anything. On the other hand, I have to work hard. Women have to be independent, you know." I nodded. "When I married Yves, he told me I was overworking myself, so he wanted me to take a break while he made the money for me. He kept his promise for years. Yes, independence is nice, but a good brain is better. It's great if you can make a man willingly work himself to the bone for you." Yves' past lies were exposed, and he looked embarrassed and had nothing to say to that. So, he could only smile awkwardly. Joyce had a look of disdain on her face. "Yves has worked hard. He deserves some good food." She kept piling up food on Yves' plate. I ignored him. We were here for lunch, so eating was the most important affair here. Only then could I have the strength to deal with our divorce. Frankly, I was already immune to Joyce's sarcasm. After I was done with my meal, I said, "Soup aside, there's something else I want to tell you." 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2,764,097	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2764104}'	Yes	2025-03-03 18:12	active	2788	😍Read the next chapters👉	My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace. I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.' Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!" If this was the old me, I'd have stormed up to the company and started a fight with Yves. I'd fight that woman who tried to steal my husband away from me. Now? Now, I was just exhausted. Forget anger; I was utterly apathetic to it all. I hung up, and that angered Yves more. He marched back home and saw me arranging my flowers. He was enraged and speechless. Without looking up, I said, "You're early. No overtime today?" My calm response stunned him. Yves asked coldly, "What do you think? Your comment made Joyce cry. What were you thinking, Tiffany Season? Do you have any idea how big a deal Joyce snagged for us?" "Nope. I just wanted her to stay professional at work. A mismatch between accessories and clothing makes for a bad company image." Yves was stunned for a moment. He was about to say something, but the air was filled with the sound of something snipping. I snipped off the superfluous branches and arranged the remaining flowers in specific angles. It looked good. I put my scissors down, cleaned up the trash, and looked at Yves. "Anything else?" "N-No." He then realized why he came back. It was not to negotiate. He came after me. "I specifically hired Joyce. You'd better watch your tongue around her." "Yeah, yeah," I said curtly and put the flowers on the table in the living room. I fiddled with it until I liked how it looked, then I started binge-watching my shows. My overly calm behavior left Yves a little helpless. "Err, I'll get you another gift. A belated birthday present." "No. I'm not a child anymore. Just get back to work." I looked at him calmly while he seemed stupefied. In the end, he went into his study. I sneered. We'd been married for seven years, and we were still annoyed at each other. Even without Joyce, he'd find another mistress sooner or later. I've dealt with so many of his mistresses over the years. At first, I was furious, hysterical, and a banshee. Now, I was as calm as stagnant water. I was exhausted. I took stock of what I had and told my lawyer to draft up the papers. I'd just printed the papers when Yves hurried out on a call. He only came back in the dead of the night, reeking of perfume. I'd finished binge-watching my shows and was about to sleep. Yves frowned. I changed into my PJs and went to bed, much to his surprise. "Is something wrong with you, Tiffany?" I looked at him, confused. He said solemnly, "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you ask where I was?" "Because there was no need for that. You must have your reason for going out." He had nothing to say to that, and he scratched his head. "Are you hiding something from me?" "No, it's just in your head. Good night." I was sleepy. The binge-watching left me wanting to sleep. Yves couldn't prolong the conversation, so he went to the bathroom. I was already asleep when he came back. When I woke up, I saw a box on the bedside. There was a note on it. 'Happy Birthday,' it read. I chuckled and opened it up. A red key holder. Heh, it's just a free gift after a shopping spree. I tossed it into the drawer and took out the papers. I thought I should change some of the details. Yves and I had been together for ten years and married for seven. I knew him like the back of my hand. He was a cruel, heartless bastard. After all, he cared more about his army of mistresses than me. Chapter 2 Challenge I had made up my mind to bow out and let Yves have his fun. He could elope with Joyce for all I cared. Once I was done changing the details, I went to the salon to get my hair done, then a whole skincare routine. No point being frugal for a man if he would only spend the money on another woman. That necklace cost about 450 grand. If I were a betting woman, I'd say this key holder was a little souvenir for Joyce as well, but he decided to show some generosity to me. I'd respond in kind. He wanted freedom? He could have it. Once I had my hair done and my skin tended to, I picked up the papers and went to Yves' company. The receptionist noticed me, and her eyes lit up. "Hi, Mrs. Gordon!" "Hi. Is your boss in today?" "Yes. Mr. Gordon had a meeting this morning." I nodded and took the elevator. Back when Yves and I got married, I Venmoed all his employees a handsome amount of money. So, I knew for a fact that they recognized me. I got out on the sixteenth floor, my heels clacking. Yves' assistant greeted me. "Hey, Joyce." "Where's Yves?" "In his office, but Ms. Cherny's there too." He huddled closer. "Might not be the best time to see him." I smiled. "It's the other way around. In fact, it's the best time to see him. I brought him lunch." Yves' assistant looked at the bento box in my hand, stunned. I ignored him and made a beeline for Yves' office. I opened the door and was greeted by a cloying voice, "Had a fight with Tiffany again? She has too much time on her hands. Independence is important for women. Housewives always let their thoughts get the better of them because they don't have anything better to do." "She's not as capable as you are, Joyce. Thanks for getting us that Westmore deal. When the money comes through, you're getting a raise." "Really? I don't need a raise. Money means nothing to me. I just want to be by your side." I chuckled, and the couple inside noticed. I dropped the act and went inside. Joyce was on Yves' lap, her arms around his neck. If I hadn't heard the conversation, I'd think they were going to screw right there and then. Yves panicked and pushed Joyce aside. Joyce dusted herself off and smirked at me. "Hey, knock before you come in. Where's security? We've got a trespasser here!" She acted like she owned the place. Yves patted her shoulder. "That's my wife. Tiffany." Joyce feigned surprise. "Oh, that's your wife? She's so different from the other women." The sarcasm, unfortunately, did not go over my head. Yves looked at me, stunned. Of course, I looked beautiful. I had my hair done and styled myself meticulously. My accessories made me stand out even more. "What brings you here?" Yves snapped out of his trance. "Are you here to check on him, Tiffany? We were talking about the Westmore deal. I don't think you'd understand that." I smiled, unfazed. "Go on, you guys. I made some soup, and I thought Yves would like it. I'll be going soon." I placed the thermos on the table and was about to leave, but Yves called out to me. "Wait. Why don't we have lunch together?" I looked at Joyce. There was disdain and challenge in her gaze, as if she thought I was nothing but a leech who fed off my husband. Still, I wanted to see what she was up to. Therefore, I agreed to the proposal. "Fine. Where are we going?" Chapter 3 Declaration Joyce answered, "Let's go to the restaurant right across the street. Good food there. It's Mr. Gordon's and my usual haunt." She blatantly told me how close she was to my husband. If she wanted to invite trouble, who was I to interfere, right? I nodded. Yves looked a little unnerved seeing me so calm. In the end, he even offered to take my bag. I wrapped my arm around his arm and walked out together. Before we left, I said, "Close the door on the way out, Ms. Cherny." Although Joyce was disgruntled, she closed the door anyway. She looked like a little minion on our payroll. I laughed. Yves had been incessantly humiliating me, even out in public, but I'd been acting too strangely lately. It seemed that my behavior had finally spooked him. He had no idea what to do or how to react. So, he could only feign ignorance as he allowed me to hold his arm. The assistant stared at us with wide eyes. Every time I came, it was either to catch Yves in his affair or start a fight. I'd never acted calmly before. Joyce came out smiling, and we went into the elevator. I heard smatterings of whispers behind us. I didn't know the specifics, but I could guess the gist of it. They were probably wondering why I had a sudden change. Perhaps I was planning to reclaim Yves. Nah. This bastard had a change of heart. He could never be won back. I'd rather take everything that was rightfully mine and leave him behind. Joyce came up to us. "My treat, Yves. It's my first time seeing Tiffany, after all." She looked at me, and I smiled. "Thanks." Yves looked like he'd seen a ghost. He couldn't believe I was the same woman he married. We went to the restaurant and took our seats. Yves made his order, and when we were served, he pushed the chili crab over to me. "Their chili crab's nice." I smiled at him silently. Yves was stunned, and then, a while later, he remembered that I was allergic to seafood. Chili crab was far from my favorite food. He got it wrong. Joyce looked smug. "I love chili crab, Yves. Don't mind if I do, Tiffany." "Go ahead." I summoned the waiter and ordered myself some greens. Only then did I dig in. Yves realized he'd gone too far this time. Thus, he tried to salvage the situation. "I've been busy lately, but I'll make it up to you, I promise." "Really?" I extended my phone to him. "You can make it up to me right now." I showed him my E-bank app, and Yves was stunned. After a beat, he curled his lips to an awkward smile. Before he could say anything, Joyce chuckled. "You're so lucky you married Yves. You can just ask him for cash, and he'll give you anything. On the other hand, I have to work hard. Women have to be independent, you know." I nodded. "When I married Yves, he told me I was overworking myself, so he wanted me to take a break while he made the money for me. He kept his promise for years. Yes, independence is nice, but a good brain is better. It's great if you can make a man willingly work himself to the bone for you." Yves' past lies were exposed, and he looked embarrassed and had nothing to say to that. So, he could only smile awkwardly. Joyce had a look of disdain on her face. "Yves has worked hard. He deserves some good food." She kept piling up food on Yves' plate. I ignored him. We were here for lunch, so eating was the most important affair here. Only then could I have the strength to deal with our divorce. Frankly, I was already immune to Joyce's sarcasm. After I was done with my meal, I said, "Soup aside, there's something else I want to tell you." 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