I was kidnapped by the enemy of my husband, Zac Hill, while he was busy taking care of his beloved mistress, Annie Owen, whom he had kept for many years.
When I was tortured to the brink of death, the enemy called him. Zac said I was too jealous and that I should just hurry up and die.
At that moment, I stopped resisting.
At the birthday party for Zac’s mistress, pieces of my body were hidden in the cake.
Everyone was in a panic, but he clutched my remains like a madman, as if possessed.
…
I died. I died while distracting his enemies, while he was by his mistress’ side that night.
The reason I was kidnapped was because Zac had stolen a project from Oceania’s Bell family and used it to build a private estate for his mistress. He was completely obsessed with that young girl.
The Bell family was already on the brink of bankruptcy, and Zac’s actions sent them spiraling toward ruin.
So, Oskar Bell kidnapped me, saying he wanted Zac to experience the same unbearable pain.
I was terrified and called Zac, begging him to save me, but he said, “Kira, stop acting jealous. It only disgusts me.” Then he blocked me.
I begged Oskar to let me go, telling him that Zac didn’t care if I lived or died.
But Oskar slashed my face and shouted angrily, “You’re his wife! Childhood sweethearts for over twenty years—I don’t believe he wouldn’t care about you!”
I stayed silent and didn’t try to argue with him because deep down, I still had hope.
Even if Zac had fallen for someone else, surely he wouldn’t let me die after everything we’d been through.
Over the next seven days, I was subjected to Oskar’s brutal torture.
He tied me up in an abandoned factory, forcing me to fight stray dogs for food. He ripped out my nails and delighted in the sound of my screams. He shattered my knees so that even if I wanted to escape, I could only crawl…
I endured all of it, my body battered beyond recognition. But I held on, clinging to the hope of survival.
Even Oskar, grabbing my hair, couldn’t help but say, “You’re a tough one!”
It was only because I believed Zac would come to save me.
On the eighth day, Oskar finally used my phone to call Zac. I heard Zac’s voice. “Kira, where the hell are you? Stop causing trouble and just come home.”
Even the ruthless Oskar was stunned for a moment by those words. Then he shouted, “Mr. Hill! Your wife is in my hands. If you don’t want her dead, stop the Fairy Garden project immediately!”
“Ha, you hired an actor as well? Kira, you’ve gotten bold.”
“Then your wife will meet a tragic end!”
Zac sneered, “You’re a good actor. Let me know after she’s dead. A heartless woman like her should’ve died a long time ago.”
With that, he hung up.
The hope in my eyes was extinguished instantly, and my will to survive crumbled into ashes.
Oskar, now having lost his leverage, went berserk and tortured me even more viciously.
I was repeatedly drowned in a filthy tank of water, the suffocating feeling of death overwhelming me.
Pain. So much pain!
I couldn’t bear it anymore, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
“Die! Just die already!”
The man hit me over and over, his face twisted with rage.
The terrible pain exploded through my body, making my heart and soul feel like they were being torn apart!
Blood splattered everywhere, and my flesh was ripped to shreds.
I died.
But when I opened my eyes again, my soul was floating next to Zac.
…
The view of Fairy Garden gradually became vivid.
In this romantic and beautiful place, Zac held a birthday party for his beloved mistress.
My soul floated beside him, watching how tenderly he adored Annie.
“Zac, you really didn’t have to go all out like this just to celebrate my birthday!”
The young girl, dressed in a white chiffon dress, playfully clung to Zac’s arm, looking every bit like a little princess. “I’m worried Kira might get upset!”
Zac scoffed with disdain, “Since when does she have the right to interfere with what I do?”
After speaking, he turned to his assistant with an annoyed look. “Where on earth has Kira been these days? She faked her own kidnapping. She’s really taking this act too far!”
My soul drifted beside him. Hearing his harsh words about me, all I felt was bitterness in my heart.
Fake?
I felt like his words killed me one more time.
We’d had countless arguments about Annie, with “death” being a word thrown around more than once.
Zac, who always treated me like a treasure, once abandoned me at a foreign airport, just because Annie had cramps.
At the time, we were in the middle of discussing a major company deal, and I begged him not to go, but he insisted. I had no choice but to bring in pressure from the board members, and that’s when he first unleashed all his venom on me.
“Kira, are you really that pathetic? You’re trying to control me like this?
“Annie is all alone back home. She’s scared. I’m just going to keep her company!
“I never thought you’d turn into this. Why don’t you just go die!”
I stood frozen, truly heartbroken for the first time.
On the other end of the call, Annie was sobbing pitifully. He was clearly distressed, using every hurtful word he could find to attack me.
Was it me who changed? Or did he just move on so fast, leaving me behind in our past?
Zac and I had grown up together. We were childhood sweethearts. After graduation, he proposed, and we were once the most loving couple in our circle.
I used to think I had found true love. But by the fifth year of our marriage, a fresh graduate joined his company, and in less than six months, he’d fallen for her.
“It wasn’t until I met Annie that I knew what real love was.” That’s what Zac said when he asked for a divorce.
“Kira, don’t make this difficult. I loved you, but we were just kids back then. I will find other ways to make it up to you, but I can’t let Annie be the other woman anymore.”
Annie, his assistant, was innocent and fun, often causing trouble.
Zac had cleaned up many of her messes. At first, he would complain to me, “This new intern is so incompetent. I have to cover for her on everything!”
But in less than six months, Annie went from being a nuisance to someone he adored. I was caught completely off guard.
After twenty-plus years of being together, I couldn’t bear to let go and tried everything to hold onto him.
But the more I clung to him, the more Zac grew to resent me.
“Kira, it’s fine if you don’t want to divorce, but if you ever go after Annie, I’ll make sure your life is a living hell!”
Over two decades of love, and all I got in return were his cruel words.
When a man has moved on, he becomes heartless. Unfortunately, I realized it too late.
…
At the party, everyone was celebrating Annie’s birthday.
Zac was thriving in Oceania. Even though everyone knew Annie was his affair, they still showered her with blessings.
“Annie, you’re so lucky! Mr. Hill really loves you!”
“Yeah! This birthday party is the talk of the town. Everyone says you’re the little princess every woman in Oceania envies!”
“I heard you’re competing for the Golden Award soon. With your talent, you’re sure to be a contender!”
Annie shyly smiled, “I’ll rely on my own abilities to win. I won’t ask Zac to pull any strings for me!”
She held onto Zac’s arm, looking up at him expectantly. “Zac, am I right?”
Zac seemed a bit distracted, his eyes blankly staring off into space.
For a moment, I even thought he had seen me. But how could the living see a ghost?
He snapped out of it, giving Annie a doting smile. “Of course, you’ve got a lot of talent.”
The crowd immediately cheered, showering the couple with praise, as if they’d forgotten Zac already had a wife and had never divorced her.
Little did they know, he was a widower.
The party continued, and I remained unseen. Zac seemed a bit agitated. “What on earth is she doing?”
Annie gently tugged on his arm. “Let it go, Zac. If she doesn’t want to come, isn’t that better? Do you really want to see her?”
“Of course I don’t want to see her!”
Zac instinctively retorted, then realizing he was being too emotional, quickly said, “Annie, I just want her to return the Heart of Ocean jewelry set so I can give it to you as a birthday present!”
The Heart of Ocean used to be our symbol of love, worth billions, and now he wanted to give it away to Annie!
Annie’s eyes lit up. “Really? Zac, you’re so good to me!”
She wouldn’t mind using my second-hand jewelry, just like she wouldn’t mind taking my man.
I smiled bitterly, realizing that after I died, I truly had nothing left.
Zac called me immediately, but he couldn’t get through.
He grew impatient and left a voice message: [Kira, where are you? Don’t pull this disappearing act! Hurry up and return the Heart of Ocean! I gave it to you back then, so I have the right to take it back! If you don’t come, I’ll get it myself!]
He wanted to take back his gift just like he took back all his love and promises.
But how could I possibly return it?
I was already dead.
The banquet was dragging on, and people were starting to get bored.
Suddenly, someone gasped. “Oh my gosh! The bankrupt Bell family is in the news!”
“What happened? What happened?”
“It seems like their CEO couldn’t handle the bankruptcy and has started a wild revenge spree against his enemies!”
“Kira hasn’t shown up yet. Could it be…”
The whole room was in an uproar.
Zac’s face looked uneasy. Everyone knew that Zac was the Bell family’s real enemy. If he hadn’t tried to impress Annie, the Bell family wouldn’t have gone bankrupt overnight.
“Could it really be true? After all, Kira is still Zac’s wife. Maybe this whole thing is directed at him!”
“Quiet!”
Annie was a little annoyed. She took a deep breath and calmly said, “Kira wouldn’t be in any danger. If he were seeking revenge, he’d come after me! She and Zac are almost divorced anyway. Their marriage is just for show—”
She suddenly wrapped her arm around Zac’s. “I’m the only woman he cares about! Even if Oskar wants revenge, he should come for me!”
Everyone fell silent.
Zac’s face grew complicated and darkened.
Seeing this, Annie became a bit anxious and said, “Maybe we should cancel the banquet and go look for Kira? It seems like you still have feelings for her.”
“No way!” Zac instinctively cut her off. “Whether she’s dead or alive has nothing to do with me! For all we know, she’s just pulling some kind of trick!”
I stood right beside him, listening to these cruel words.
I knew Annie was saying this on purpose. If Zac actually went to look for me, she would throw a fit.
Even Annie pretended to care, but Zac didn’t even bother.
I let out a bitter laugh. After all these years of love, this was what it came to.
If I had another chance, I would definitely take revenge on him.
The murmuring in the crowd died down, and the birthday banquet continued.
But Annie was obviously frustrated, as Zac seemed distracted, checking his phone every now and then.
“Where’s my cake? Why hasn’t my cake arrived yet?!”
Annie snapped into her phone, yelling at the person on the other end, “I ordered this custom cake over a month ago! Where is it?”
“We’re really sorry, Ms. Owen, but there was an issue on our side. It’s going to take a bit more time.”
Annie yelled, “You can’t even get a cake right! What’s the point of having you around?”
“We apologize sincerely. Some of the materials went missing en route, and we’re remaking everything now.”
Annie took a deep breath. “How long until you can deliver it?”
“It’ll be about two hours.”
“Two hours? By then, the banquet will be over! Don’t expect to get paid!”
She hung up the phone and turned around to see Zac looking at her unhappily.
Realizing how she had just acted, she quickly exhaled and said a bit pitifully, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lose my temper. I just feel so upset that the birthday party you’re throwing for me is being ruined by them. I just don’t want there to be any regrets.”
“I understand.” Zac was still completely in love with her, so even though he saw what she was doing, he pretended not to care.
“Now all that’s missing is the jewelry. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Kira brings the Heart of Ocean to you.”
Annie nodded with gratitude.
Then, the big screen began to show a birthday vlog they had made, capturing moments of Annie and Zac’s time together. To me, those sweet memories felt like a form of torture.
“What’s going on? Why did the screen suddenly switch to the news?”
Suddenly, someone shouted, and the screen began showing tonight’s news broadcast.
“Several suspects in recent criminal cases have been apprehended. These incidents were caused by one of the losing parties in a business war, resulting in a tragic series of events. Many have been killed, and a few people are still missing.”
The entire place was dead silent, because the man on the screen, the one being held down, was the person who killed me.
My heart began pounding violently. So, it turned out I could still feel something so intense even after death. I stared at the man on the screen with fear.
The memories of those inhuman tortures were still fresh. I shut my eyes in unbearable pain.
“Wh-what’s going on? Could it be that Kira was really…”
“Enough! Shut up! She’s just hiding, that’s all!”
Zac’s expression started to show panic. He immediately took out his phone and called me.
“Kira, pick up the phone!”
But of course no one answered.
He kept dialing, but all he got was the same message that my phone was off.
His face turned dark. He grabbed Annie’s phone and called again, saying, “Maybe she just blocked me and is trying to get my attention this way!”
But it was the same—the phone was off.
By now, almost everyone in the room was trying to contact me.
But no one could reach me.
Things started getting serious, and just then, Zac’s phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up, and his expression instantly became grim.
“Hello, this is the police! We’re investigating Kira’s case and need your cooperation.”
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On the day I was supposed to marry Rachel Quinn, the beautiful rich girl, she abandoned my mother, Susan Sullivan, and me on a remote road to meet up with her childhood sweetheart.
Susan suffered a sudden heart attack from the shock. I called Rachel, sobbing, begging her to come back and help save my mom.
She coldly dismissed me. “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.”
Because of her delay, we missed the crucial window for treatment, and Susan passed away.
That night, one of our mutual friends posted a picture on Instagram with the caption: [Nothing beats childhood sweethearts!]
The photo showed Rachel perched on her childhood sweetheart’s lap, his hand resting intimately on her waist. The sexual tension was palpable.
With a blank expression, I liked the post and commented: [So this was why you have got to run?]
My friend mockingly replied: [It was just a round of Truth or Dare. Why so serious?]
Rachel seemed indifferent.
But when I left without a word, she completely lost it.
*****
[Rachel, let’s break up.]
After packing up my mom Susan’s belongings, I sent Rachel this message, my face expressionless.
Rachel thought I was just throwing a fit. She immediately posted screenshots of our chat on Instagram, saying: [Jeez, wonder where he learned to be such a drama queen.]
Rachel’s friends, always eager for drama, chimed in with comments.
[Like mother, like son. Probably learned it from that hick mom of his.]
[He’s just a simp who thinks he’s hot stuff.]
[Rachel, don’t forgive him so easily this time. Show him who the boss is in this relationship!]
Rachel replied with a smile: [Of course.]
I smashed my fist into the picture frame. Blood seeped through my fingers as the photo of Rachel and me shattered.
For six long years, I’d stood by Rachel’s side, catering to her every whim, cherishing her with all my heart.
She was a rich man’s daughter, and I came from an average family. The designer bags she loved took me months to save up for.
But I didn’t mind. Just seeing her smile made it all worthwhile. I’d work three jobs a day without complaint, even if it meant my hands were calloused and bleeding.
She was my whole world. When the flu hit and pharmacies were out of meds, I braved a raging fever just to get some to her door. She was that fragile.
And how did Rachel repay me? She blew through the money I’d worked so hard to earn. Worse still, she’d been secretly investing in her childhood friend Nathan’s business ventures behind my back.
Susan, taking Rachel’s words to heart, emptied our family’s savings. She said we couldn’t let Rachel down and had to give her a fancy wedding.
In the end, on the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Rachel received a call from Nathan while we were on the road. Without hesitation, she abandoned Susan and me on a deserted highway.
I desperately reached for her wrist. “We’re not even married yet…”
She jerked her hand away and started the car. “Nathan just got back to the country. Starting a business isn’t easy. He needs me. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be right back.”
With tears in my eyes, I shouted, “Rachel, if you leave now, this wedding is off!”
Rachel fixed me with a confident stare. “You can’t live without me, Ryan Sullivan.”
Her words rooted me to the spot.
Susan, witnessing Rachel abandon us for another man, collapsed from the shock, clutching her chest in pain.
There was no one in sight. I frantically dialed Rachel’s number, desperate for her to come back and help Susan.
Rachel coldly dismissed my plea, hanging up with a scathing remark, “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.”
As I watched the life slowly drain from Susan, I couldn’t hold back the tears, overwhelmed by despair.
When Rachel and I first got together, Susan had offered me all her savings. “Ryan,” she’d said, “it’s been just the two of us for so long. I know my heart’s been holding you back. But I want to help you one last time.”
Now she lay in my arms, her breath shallow, her face deathly pale. “Ryan,” she whispered, “I wanted to see how handsome you’d look in your wedding suit…”
But she would never get that chance.
In the end, all that was left of poor Susan was a small pile of ashes.
Susan never liked crowds, so I kept the funeral small. Some friends came by to say goodbye, but I moved all the flowers outside.
I sat in the bedroom, clutching Susan’s urn and sobbing uncontrollably. Bottle after bottle of liquor was emptied as their cruel laughter filtered through the door.
Seriously, what’s the deal with him, Rachel? Is he trying to open a flower shop with all those lilies?
He’s pathetic, just like his mother. What a loser.
Leaving lilies is like wishing Rachel an early death. Come on, Rachel, it was just a game of Truth or Dare with Nathan. Is he really that petty? Talk about a man who can’t take a joke.
I’d heard these insults countless times, and each time, Rachel remained silent, never defending me.
She had promised me that this place was our secret hideout where no one else was allowed. Just the two of us.
But now, she had broken our promise. She even brought her group of fair-weather friends into our home, with Nathan by her side.
To her, Nathan was the one who got away, her idealized first love.
Ever since he returned to the country, Rachel’s eyes had been constantly drawn to him.
When I was starting my business, I asked Rachel to spot me a few thousand dollars to get things rolling. I didn’t want to always be in her shadow。 I wanted to be able to take care of the woman I loved.
She refused. “You’re going to be my husband. You shouldn’t have to do things like that.”
But then she turned around and threw a lavish birthday bash for Nathan.
When I expressed my hurt, she simply said, “Nathan’s my childhood friend. Don’t be silly. He won’t come between us.”
Was that true? Later, a single phone call from Nathan was enough to make her rush out, leaving me to stay up all night, sick with worry.
Her excuse was that work at the company was too busy.
But I knew the truth. It wasn’t that she was too busy. It was that her heart was no longer with me.
So even if Susan had a heart attack, she’d think we were just faking it.
Rachel’s eyes lowered in disgust when she saw my disheveled state. “What game are you trying to play now?”
Nathan took a step back, looking me up and down. “Ryan? What’s gotten into you, man? Even if you got the wrong idea about me and Rachel, that’s no excuse to let yourself go like this.”
His words drew the attention of Rachel’s group of friends, their gazes settling on me.
Susan’s passing had left me sleepless for days, dark circles prominent under my eyes.
Their judgmental stares cut deep. One of them sneered, “Wow, Ryan, you’re really pulling out all the stops to win Rachel back, huh?”
Another chimed in, “Let me guess, Rachel mentioned she’d be here. So you showed up looking all heartbroken, hoping she’d fall for your pity party?”
Keep dreaming, you pathetic loser!
I bet Rachel had no clue I blocked her ages ago. Not a single one of her messages had gotten through.
All those nights she was out partying with her friends, carelessly plastering her drunk selfies all over Instagram, I was at home, clutching Susan’s ashes, crying like a child.
Are you done? Rachel glanced at me indifferently, casually strolling to the couch and sitting down, just like after every argument we’d ever had. “If you’re finished, get off your ass and clean this dump. We’ve got people coming over later.”
I suddenly burst out laughing.
Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Ryan, have you lost your mind? You’re a just freaking sugar baby. How dare you laugh?”
I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes.
Rachel frowned, repeating with forced patience, “Ryan, I said I’m throwing a party here.”
In Rachel’s eyes, Susan and I combined didn’t measure up to Nathan.
Even when Susan had angina, Rachel thought she was faking it.
The first time Susan was supposed to meet her, Rachel claimed to be busy with work. I later found out she was actually picking up Nathan from the airport.
Each time, she stabbed me in the heart, leaving it a bloody mess.
On our wedding day, Nathan used the excuse of being drunk on business. In reality, he was just playing truth or dare with his friends.
They wanted to see if Rachel would really leave me for him.
Susan grabbed Rachel’s hand, pleading, “Rachel, my son truly loves you. We consider you one of our own. Can’t you at least sign the marriage certificate first?”
I couldn’t give up. “Rachel, I need you,” I said desperately.
But she firmly pushed Susan’s hand away. “You’ll be fine without me, Ryan. Nathan needs me.”
She then roared past in her car.
As she straddled Nathan’s lap, flirting and blushing, Susan’s life slipped away in my arms, breath by breath.
I looked up sharply at Rachel, my eyes rimmed with red. “What? Are you planning to throw a party in front of my mother’s urn?”
The room fell silent, broken only by Nathan’s sudden, inappropriate laugh. “Sorry,” he said, looking apologetic. “Couldn’t help it.”
Nathan spoke with an air of feigning sincerity and patience. “Ryan, I know you’ve got the wrong idea about Rachel and me, but isn’t it a bit much to talk about your mom like that?”
He explained slowly, “That day, we were playing Truth or Dare. If I’d known you and Rachel were about to get married, I never would have let her come.”
Rachel’s friends had already closed ranks around Nathan. Not one of them believed a word I said. It was just like that day when Rachel refused to believe Susan was having a heart attack.
If Nathan hadn’t called Rachel away on purpose, Susan wouldn’t have gotten so upset that it triggered her heart attack.
My fists were clenched, and my eyes were bloodshot with anger.
Nathan took a cautious step back.
Rachel moved to stand in front of him. “Are you done? Your mom was always in good health. Isn’t it a bit much to use this to provoke me?”
She hadn’t shown any concern for Susan’s condition that day, not even a single word of care.
Susan’s dying wish was for Rachel and me to stay together. But what about her?
Ryan, my patience has its limits, I spoke coldly.
Rachel thought I’d give in like before, apologize, and try to win her back.
But she was wrong. I grew up in a single-parent home. My father passed away in an accident when I was three. It had been just Susan and me for over twenty years.
A few years ago, I neglected Susan’s health because of Rachel. I offered her my whole heart, and now she had shattered it completely.”
Are you done talking? If so, please leave. My voice was ice-cold as I pushed through the crowd to retrieve Susan’s urn.
Rachel grabbed my wrist, her tone a mix of frustration and compromise. “Ryan, please don’t be like this.”
Disappointment flickered in her eyes. “You weren’t like this before.”
It was funny how we always wanted what we couldn’t have. Back when I was head over heels for Rachel, she couldn’t care less. Now that I was done with it all, she was suddenly interested.
Now, the tables had turned.
I pried her fingers off, creating some distance between us. “Tell me then, what was I like before? Your lapdog? A shameless pretty boy?” I scoffed, and my voice was low. “A sugar baby?” I paused, then delivered the final blow. “Or maybe…just useless?”
Rachel’s face drained of color. “Ryan…”
These were the names her so-called friends used for me. Just because I stood by her side, I became the target of their cruel labels.
Rachel was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family. On our first date, she got a craving for dessert from Cassie’s Dessert.
I scoured the city, but every shop had closed up for the night. Determined not to let her down, I hopped on the subway, rented a bike, and even hoofed it for miles.
To get her favorite cupcake, I braved Sycamore Avenue despite my allergy to sycamore fluff.
With a face flushed bright red from the allergic reaction, I carefully handed her the cupcake.
She nestled against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her lips met mine in a sweet, happy kiss. “Ryan,” she said, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Back then, I really thought I’d touched her heart.
I gave everything I had, holding nothing back.
Even when Rachel’s friends openly insulted me, I didn’t care. I naively believed that as long as I stayed by Rachel’s side, we’d find happiness someday.
Later, she met Susan. My mom adored her, often sending homemade soup to her office. She worried Rachel might skip meals due to her busy schedule.
Make sure Rachel’s well-fed and healthy, Susan would tell me.
What Susan didn’t know was that Rachel never tasted a single drop of that soup. I once saw her, from around the corner, pouring Susan’s carefully prepared chicken soup down the drain. “Handle it like this from now on,” she coldly instructed her secretary.
Meanwhile, Susan would say, “Rachel must have sophisticated tastes. I’ll stop sending the soup. I’ve saved up quite a bit over the years. Find out what Rachel likes to eat and treat her to that. It’s the least I can do.”
In Rachel’s words, Susan, a kind-hearted, generous old lady, had become a villain who faked illness just to lure her back for a marriage certificate.
The doctor said if we’d arrived just a few minutes earlier, Susan might have lived.
Rachel had robbed Susan of her fighting chance.
A tidal wave of grief and anger crashed over me, leaving me drowning in bitterness.
Rachel glared at me, rolling their eyes dramatically. “Ryan, watch your mouth!”
Look at yourself. We’re being generous, calling you sugar baby…
Enough, Rachel snapped, her face darkening. The group exchanged uneasy glances.
Well, well. So she could shut them up after all.
It dawned on me that their constant disrespect had always had Rachel’s tacit approval. Maybe she’d looked down on me all along.
This time, Rachel deigned to explain herself. “Look, I’ll admit I didn’t think it through earlier. But it was an emergency. We can always get the marriage license another day, right?”
She turned to me with a placating smile. “How about this, Ryan? Next Monday, you can pick me up and we’ll head to the city hall together. We’ll make it official then.”
Even as she tried to make amends, she couldn’t shake off her haughty, entitled attitude.
In the past, I would have caved. I would have turned back, wrapped my arms around her waist, and playfully bitten her neck, saying, “Don’t let it happen again.”
But now, my eyes were cold, my tone strange. “Don’t bother,” I said. “The almighty Ms. Quinn wouldn’t lower herself to take back someone she’s already tossed aside, would she?”
It was the first time I’d ever addressed her so formally, so distantly.
Rachel was in shock. She took a sharp breath, steadying herself against the table’s edge, unable to believe what she’d just heard.
Ryan, she said, her voice quivering. “Are you really breaking up with me over something so petty?”
Petty? What the hell counts as petty to her? I let out a bitter laugh inwardly. “Is my mother’s death just a minor inconvenience?”
Fury coursed through me, my arm muscles taut with anger. My voice came out low and dangerous, each word like a clap of thunder. “What about you, Rachel? You haven’t asked about my mom even once.”
Rachel stiffened, her eyes darting away. “Your mom’s healthy. Even two Nathans combined couldn’t match up to her.
Fine, if it’s about this, I’ll buy some health supplements for your mom later, she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her tone dripped with condescension.
The others chimed in eagerly, “Rachel’s doing you a favor, Ryan. Don’t you know when you’re getting a good deal? Those supplements cost thousands of dollars. Where would your country bumpkin mom ever get to eat such good stuff otherwise?”
My throat tightened, leaving me speechless.
It was ridiculous.
Even now, Rachel believed Susan coveted her wealth and status.
When I brought her home to meet Susan, she came empty-handed. I chalked it up to absent-mindedness.
Later, I realized she not only looked down on me but was wary of Susan, too.
Her friends had badmouthed Susan behind our backs. “What a liar! Heart disease? Please! If it was that bad, how’s she still kicking after all these years?”
I bet Ryan’s just eager to be a wealthy sugar baby. He’s probably got his mom faking heart problems to guilt-trip you, Rachel. Don’t fall for it!
And Rachel actually bought it.
While Susan was alive, Rachel gave away all the health supplements to her so-called friends.
Now that Susan was gone, she was falling over herself to bring offerings.
The irony was laughable.
That won’t be necessary, I said coldly.
Suddenly, Nathan let out a startled cry. “Oh!”
Rachel instinctively moved closer to Nathan, her eyes filled with concern. “Nathan, what’s wrong?”
Nathan pointed at the memorial photo on the table, his voice shaking. “Rachel, why is Ryan’s mom’s photo here? Does that mean…”
Rachel’s eyelid twitched. “No, it can’t be.”
People always tended to deceive themselves. If Rachel had thought about it carefully, she would have remembered how Susan often struggled to breathe when they met and how heart medication was scattered all over their house. If she had just considered it for a moment, she would have known that Susan truly had a heart condition.
One of Rachel’s friends immediately sneered, “Ryan must have made a memorial photo of his own mother just to win Rachel back. How disgusting!”
Jeez, Ryan, another chimed in. “Pull stunts like this and karma’s gonna bite you in the ass.”
Their gaze was like looking at disgusting lice.
Even Rachel’s face twisted with disapproval. “Ryan, I can’t believe you’d do something like this. If your aunt found out…”
I closed my eyes, a headache building. “She’s not going to find out.”
Rachel had never seen me this serious before. Her tone softened instantly. “Ryan…”
I was done with these people. All I wanted was to take Susan’s ashes and leave. “If you won’t go, I will.”
As I picked up the urn, Rachel sneered. “Trying to play the victim again?”
She shot a look at her cronies, who immediately surrounded me. Nathan snatched the urn from my hands.
Come on, Ryan, he said. “You don’t have to do this.”
Nathan leaned in close, lowering his voice. “Ryan, maybe save those flowers outside for your mom. She’s always faking heart problems. Might come in handy when she finally kicks the bucket.”
I struggled wildly, trying to swing at him, but was held back firmly. “Nathan! I’ll kill you!”
Oops, Nathan exclaimed as the urn slipped from his hands, scattering white powder across the floor.
His face showed mock regret, but his words dripped with accusation. “Sorry, Ryan. I spilled that ‘baby formula’ you brought. But hey, waste not, want not. We can feed it to Anna. Might as well put it to good use.”
My blood ran cold.
Anna was Nathan’s dog.
What are you planning to do? I asked, horrified.
Rachel chimed in, “Good idea. Waste not, want not, after all.”
I looked at Rachel, pleading, “No, Rachel, please…”
But she just scoffed indifferently, “Ryan, don’t you love acting? Keep going, I’m watching!”
My heart felt dead inside.
A metallic taste filled my mouth, “Rachel, you’ll regret this!!”
Damn, you’re really selling it,” someone nearby chuckled, instantly easing Rachel’s hesitation.
I watched as Nathan added warm water to the ashes, and the Doberman tentatively licked the contents of the bowl.
No!
It felt like an invisible hand clenched my heart. The pain was suffocating.
I broke free, landing a hard punch on Nathan’s face, screaming like a madman, “That’s my mom’s ashes! You monster! I’ll kill you!”
Tears streamed down my face as I furiously pinned Nathan down, raining punches on him.
Even as several people restrained my limbs, I glared at the couple before me, my eyes bloodshot with fury.
Have you lost your mind, Ryan? Trying to kill Nathan over a can of formula? Rachel cried out, frantically checking Nathan for injuries without sparing me a glance.
My voice came out raw, like I’d been gargling gravel. “Rachel, I wish I’d never fallen for you. If I’d known loving you would cost me my mother, I’d have wished we’d never met.”
Rachel flinched, then wiped the blood from Nathan’s lip. Her voice dripped with contempt as she said, “Keep this act up, Ryan, and I might just find someone else to marry.”
My sobs turned into hysterical laughter as I glared at Rachel with pure hatred. “I hate you, Rachel,” I choked out, my voice weak with emotion. “I hate you!”
Rachel’s patience had run out. “Ryan, you can drop the act now…”
Before she could finish, her friend Wendy approached hesitantly, holding a document. “Rachel,” she said, her voice uncertain, “I have a death certificate here. It looks like Ryan’s mom… It seems like she really did pass away.”
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My marriage to Elliott Wellington was a godsend for me but not for him.
On our wedding night, he left me and went somewhere else.
Later, I found out that the woman was none other than his ex-girlfriend, Patricia Adams.
In the fourth year of our marriage, I finally made up my mind and asked for a divorce, but he pushed me against the door and roared like a madman, “Scarlett, I’m not the trash you throw away after playing with me!”
This year marked the fourth year of my marriage to Elliott.
In the past, I would definitely jog behind him or be at his beck and call.
However, now, I found life increasingly hopeless and boring.
After four years of marriage, I had been making an effort to play the role of a considerate wife in public.
Elliott had been doing the same.
He was seen as a rare ideal husband by my parents, an exemplary spouse by the media, and a caring president of a wealthy family by others.
In short, in the eyes of outsiders, he was perfect.
Therefore, after knowing that I had an argument with him, they habitually blamed me instead of him.
To others, Elliott was such an exceptional husband that he was one in a million.
But there was a reason they thought highly of him. I would have done the same thing six years ago.
After all, that was when I fell in love with him.
As a junior in college, I saw Elliott for the first time and was struck by how incredibly handsome he was.
Since then, I always paid attention to him, arranging encounters while making him believe they were accidental.
“Elliott, what a coincidence! Are you going to the library, too?
“Elliott, you are coming to this cafeteria today, too!”
…
Finally, after a series of chance encounters, I exchanged contact information with Elliott.
Then, I became one of the insignificant faces among his Instagram followers.
How could an excellent person like him remember my appearance and name?
But I didn’t give up. I sent him good morning and good night messages daily and occasionally shared interesting things that happened to me.
However, Elliott was very aloof. He responded only selectively, and at times, I wouldn’t hear from him for several days.
At that time, I thought I was too annoying and felt bad for a while.
Until that day, I saw him kissing a girl under a tree.
I later found out that she was the one that other girls on the campus confession wall envied for being with Elliott.
But I was like a clown, sending him nonsense messages every day.
He must find me annoying.
Yesterday, instead of informing me directly, he told his secretary, Victor Hastings, that he was going to have dinner outside.
I cooked a lot of delicious food and waited until dark before receiving a call from Victor.
I had been married to Elliott for four years.
During that time, I had nearly exhausted all my affection for him.
Where he was and what he was doing now were completely unknown to me.
I rarely inquired about his affairs and was unaware of most of them. If it hadn’t been for that message, I wouldn’t have even discovered that he went to his childhood sweetheart’s house on our wedding night.
It was the same girl from college, Patricia Adams.
However, he explained, “The company has a document that needs to be processed urgently.”
At 1:30 in the morning, while lying on my bed in my bedroom, I could faintly hear the sound of raindrops falling outside.
It was my first night as Elliott’s wife after our wedding.
Yet, he was with another woman at that moment.
I couldn’t calm down because he left with just one phone call.
Feeling upset, I picked up my phone to scroll through Instagram, only to receive a text message from a number ending in “0814”.
[Elliott is doing well here with me. Thank you.]
These hurtful words stung my eyes and gave me a headache.
But when Elliott came back the next day, I pretended to be ignorant, as if I had never received that message.
“Aren’t you curious about where I went last night?” he asked while skillfully cutting the steak on his plate.
Slightly startled, I smiled, “Didn’t you mention you went to the company to process a document?”
He raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.
I was unsure whether it was a test or a suspicion of me. I always felt that he had some secrets behind marrying me.
Lying on the soft, big bed, I recalled the four years of marriage.
Despite having no feelings for me, Elliott was a good husband.
After marrying him, I enjoyed a luxurious life, thanks to his position as president.
I played cards and went shopping every day. My life was pretty comfortable.
But I gradually lost my patience with this boring life and even attempted to escape because Elliott’s beloved wasn’t me.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a tall figure instantly loomed over the quilt.
I knew Elliott was back.
The clock ticked once and struck midnight.
He came back early tonight.
I felt the mattress dip behind me as a warm body pressed against my back.
“I know you’re not asleep yet.” Elliott’s breath brushed my neck.
I didn’t pivot around and said calmly, “I’m not in the mood today.”
He still turned a deaf ear to my words, as domineering as ever.
After we had sex, I listened to the raindrops falling outside.
I pondered for a moment and said seriously, “Elliott, let’s get a divorce.”
I wasn’t sure if Elliott heard me that night, but he didn’t return for the next two nights.
It was normal for him not to come back home, so I didn’t dwell on it.
I made an appointment with a friend to go shopping in a newly opened mall. While wandering around, we walked past Elliott’s company.
It was a thirty-story building that housed many industries.
As the owner of the building, Elliott had lived a high-profile “celebrity” life since his childhood.
“Don’t you want to go upstairs and take a look?”
I pulled my friend, feeling embarrassed. “No. Let’s continue shopping. There’s a great café up ahead.”
To my surprise, I turned around and saw a very familiar figure at the front desk of the lobby on the first floor.
My friend also saw her and drew me hurriedly. “Isn’t that your husband’s first love? Why is she here?”
Having already decided to divorce, I was unwilling to get involved too much in Elliott’s affairs.
I was about to grab my friend and leave this place.
“What a coincidence!” A sweet voice sounded behind us. “Mrs. Wellington.”
I sensed Patricia’s hatred from the form of address.
If something hadn’t happened in her family that forced her to break up with Elliott, I wouldn’t have married him and become Mrs. Wellington.
So, I could really turn a blind eye to her rude tone.
“Yeah, what a coincidence,” I replied out of politeness.
Patricia sized me up with burning eyes. “Would you like to go in for a cup of coffee?”
She was referring to the coffee bar in the company’s lobby. I didn’t frequent it often and had only had a drink there once.
However, she acted as though she were the building’s hostess, inviting me, the true hostess.
My friend couldn’t help but retort, “Ms. Adams, there’s no need for coffee. After all, Mrs. Wellington and I are going to the café in front. Enjoy the free coffee in the lobby on the first floor yourself!”
Before I could say anything, my friend pulled me away.
“Don’t you want to know what happened between Elliott and me over the years?”
Patricia’s voice kept echoing in my mind, and I was very curious about their past.
“Don’t overthink. She is shameless.”
In the café, my friend held my hand and comforted me.
I shook my head. “I am fine. I’m just interested in what she said.”
“You have to trust Elliott. The hardest part of a relationship is building mutual trust.”
I had always believed in Elliott, but all I received in return were the duties of a husband and wife.
As for everything else, I felt nothing.
I suspected Elliott might have given Patricia some instructions, as she had the audacity to provoke me today.
If he hadn’t doted on her so much, how would she have dared to confront me?
After figuring it out, I became more determined to get a divorce.
I rarely saw Elliott these days. Either he returned after I had fallen asleep or left before I woke up.
But I had long been accustomed to this kind of life.
After getting up in the morning, I habitually made my own breakfast, browsed my phone, and laughed heartlessly.
I had received plenty of provocative messages in the past few days.
[Elliott will never fall in love with you.]
[Elliott belongs to me alone!]
And so on.
I immediately knew it was Patricia trying to upset me, but she didn’t realize I had lost interest in such matters.
My phone rang in the afternoon, and I answered Elliott’s call.
“Let’s go to the steakhouse at Cedar Avenue tonight!”
His voice on the other end of the phone was deep and magnetic. I hadn’t heard it for a long time, and I was distracted for a while.
“Me and you?” I paused and asked again, “Just the two of us?”
He seemed surprised by my questions and couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, I have already made a reservation.”
I beamed with joy and agreed immediately, “Okay!”
We could talk about divorce tonight.
I was not sure if Elliott could predict the future or if it was because of something else.
He stood me up.
I waited in the steakhouse for half an hour, but he didn’t show up, so I took my bag and went home.
Two hours later, he called me hurriedly. “I’m so sorry. I had an overseas video meeting. Are you home?”
I held the phone and hesitated in silence for a while before replying, “Yeah.”
In my opinion, divorce was a very serious matter and should be discussed face to face.
Elliott should be back tonight.
As I expected, there was a noise outside the villa at around eleven o’clock in the evening.
Upstairs, I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared in advance.
Elliott took off his coat while explaining inexplicably, “I’m sorry something delayed me tonight. Did you wait long?”
He rarely cared about these before.
“Have you had dinner yet? If not, let’s eat something together.”
I felt mixed emotions, tugged at the corner of my clothes, and said, “Elliott, let’s get a divorce!”
He seemed not to have heard clearly and asked, “What?
“What did you say?”
I replied calmly, “I said we should get divorced. You can be with your childhood sweetheart, and we should move on from each other.”
It seemed that Elliott hadn’t heard me that night. He grew furious.
His eyes widened instantly as he clenched his fists and growled, “Do you dare to repeat it?”
I said fearlessly, “I said…”
Elliott’s aggressive kiss prevented me from finishing my words.
I punched his back hard until he let go of me just before I almost suffocated.
I noticed his bloodshot eyes and a bit of blood at the corner of his mouth, which was from where my lip had been scratched.
He wiped his lips as if removing something very filthy, then stared at me coldly and said, “Scarlett, I’m not the trash you throw away after playing with me!”
Before I could say anything, the door was slammed shut.
I brought up this matter in such a casual way, as simple as going to the supermarket to buy groceries.
But Elliott’s reaction dissatisfied me very much!
A divorce would allow him to be with his childhood sweetheart, would it not? If it had been someone else, they would have readily agreed to such a good thing.
I believed people like Elliott should be more cunning.
Despite the idea that it would be better if fewer people knew about this, I could no longer hide my excitement.
I told my friend in advance. “What did you say? Do you want a divorce?
“Are you going to abandon such an ideal husband? Give him to me.”
I didn’t bother to explain to her how I spent the past few years. Even if I did, she certainly wouldn’t buy my story because, in her eyes, Elliott was simply perfect.
“My marriage is not as good as you think,” I replied while holding the phone.
My friend calmed down and advised, “But Scarlett, your marriage may not be as bad as you think! I regard Elliott as a reliable person.”
I understand why she always spoke well of Elliott.
During my junior year, I cried my heart out in depression because he had a girlfriend.
When my friend invited me to go out and have fun, I either declined or appeared very gloomy once there.
Later, I felt better. It wasn’t until my senior year that I got together with Elliott. She was the first one with whom I shared the news.
I believed she genuinely wanted me to be happy after witnessing our relationship evolve into marriage over the years. Furthermore, he had taken good care of me and done nothing wrong.
But it wasn’t a reason for me to compromise, right?
Several days passed. Elliott still didn’t come back, and I had no idea where he spent the night.
It should be Patricia’s place.
After all, she had recently sent me so many inappropriate messages to provoke me that I couldn’t even block them.
She was the only one who had so much free time to upset me.
Today was the day Elliott and I had scheduled for our monthly visit to his parents. In the past, we would go together, but this time, I had to go alone.
After getting ready and dressed, I carried my latest bag and drove my own supercar to the Wellington Manor.
It was in a serious and classic style, and there were several arches in the garden behind the gate.
I walked through the front yard and saw Elliott’s grandmother, Laura Wellington, sitting in the center.
“Laura, why did you come out today?” I approached her with a smile.
She often gave me gifts and treated me like her own granddaughter.
“Scarlett, you are here! Where’s Elliott?”
“He is busy at work, so he asked me to come by myself.” I lied without hesitation.
Laura hit her cane on the ground angrily. “He doesn’t care about you! How inconsiderate!”
Elliott’s parents also criticized him.
And so did I. Moreover, I even exaggerate the situation, hoping to destroy the good man image that Elliott had created completely.
Suddenly, a deep male voice came from the door. “I do care about Scarlett!”
It was Elliott?!
I pivoted around and saw him.
How could he say such shameless things? Wasn’t he afraid that I would record it and send it to his childhood sweetheart?
I deliberately turned my eyes from him.
“Elliott, you must take good care of Scarlett! After all, you chose her as your wife!”
Elliott glanced over and said, “I know, Grandma. You all have seen whether I take good care of her or not!”
To be honest, I couldn’t help but admire his eloquence. He kept telling his family how well he treated me, setting it up so that if we divorced in the future, the blame would undoubtedly fall on me.
He was going to get me into trouble.
I hurriedly grabbed Laura’s hand and complained aggrievedly, “Laura, you have to scold him for me. We had a quarrel these days, and I didn’t even know where he was!”
She was very anxious. “What was going on?”
“That’s not true, Grandma. We love each other. Scarlett was just joking!” He pulled me away from Laura with a fake smile.
Then, he whispered in my ear, “You’d better not tell them these things. Otherwise, there will be consequences.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
His threat didn’t scare me.
After dinner, we left the Wellington Manor. I didn’t plan to ride in the same car with Elliott.
“I have something else to do. See you later!”
I intended to go to the bar and have some fun with my friends. After being mostly homebound for four years of marriage, I was eager to enjoy my single life in advance.
“Aren’t you going home?” Elliott watched me get into my red supercar.
Home? It wasn’t home at all.
Instead of replying, I started the engine directly. In an instant, a dark figure suddenly rushed into my front passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” I glared at Elliott.
He sized me up. “I am looking at my wife.”
I was so upset by his words. “We are getting divorced. I won’t be your wife soon.”
“Since we aren’t divorced, you are still my wife.”
My plan was ruined by Elliott, so I had to drive back to the villa.
The wind blew through the dark night, making the hair on his forehead even more disheveled.
He appeared more attractive than before. As a student, he was immature and introverted, but now he exuded maturity and steadiness.
Without Patricia, maybe I could really continue to live a happy life with him.
“What are you thinking? The light turned green.”
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Hannah Hutchinson spared no expense for our grand wedding.
But on our wedding night, she left me alone to comfort her ex, Gerald Higgins, who was supposedly battling severe depression.
I grabbed a chainsaw, tore down his door, and demanded a divorce.
Gerald, with teary eyes and a knife to his own throat, said, “I’ll give Nana back to you. My life’s worthless anyway. Not as important as your peace of mind.”
Hannah, heartbroken and furious, warned me, “If Gerald ends up taking his own life because of you, I’ll make sure you join him!”
Later, when she caught me fooling around with her best friend, her eyes were red with despair as she begged, “Nathan, if you break up with her, I can pretend this never happened, and we can start over and live our life together.”
I shot back, “No can do. She’ll threaten suicide if I don’t see her. With your saintly compassion, you wouldn’t want to be the reason she dies, right?”
*****
Hannah was nestled in Gerald’s arms when I stood outside Gerald’s door with a chainsaw, still wearing my groom’s boutonniere.
Just hours earlier, we had hosted a grand wedding that everyone envied.
But the moment Gerald faked a suicide attempt, she left me on our wedding night to be with him, ignoring my calls altogether.
“Gerald’s ‘severe depression’ is a sham. Can you come home with me now?” I forced myself to stay calm, turned off the chainsaw, and shoved my phone in Hannah’s face.
In the video, the so-called psychiatrist confessed that she was just an actress Gerald hired. The antidepressants she prescribed? Nothing but vitamin pills.
The evidence was undeniable.
Yet Hannah barely glanced at it before accusing me of smearing her beloved. “Nathan Richardson, just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you can twist Gerald’s condition into something it’s not.”
I felt a sharp sting in my nose, barely able to hold back the tears. “Do you even remember that tonight is our wedding night?”
“I know you are upset,” Hannah sighed. “But Gerald has severe depression. He loves me, and without me by his side, he might kill himself. You wouldn’t just let me stand by and let that happen, would you?” She stood up and reached out to take my hand.
But Gerald frowned and said, “Nana, if you touch him, I’ll feel disgusted. It makes me uncomfortable.”
“Alright, alright, you little jealous thing. I won’t touch him. Happy now?” Hannah pulled her hand back without hesitation and settled beside Gerald again, lovingly tapping the tip of his nose.
Gerald said, “When I’m not around, you’re not allowed to kiss him and definitely not sleep with him. The thought makes me sick.”
Hannah replied, “Okay, okay, whatever you say.”
Watching them flirt, I felt my heart sink deeper and deeper.
Growing up, I was the most popular guy at school, and I got so many love letters that they could fill a trash can.
But I had no parents, no family, and those childish crushes only annoyed me. I focused on getting higher grades for scholarships and figuring out how many plastic bottles I’d need to sell to cover my living expenses.
When Hannah blushed and confessed her feelings to me, I didn’t even look up before turning her down.
But then some jealous classmates decided they’d ruin my face and go as far as to castrate me.
Pinned to the ground, I was helpless. Until Hannah called the police and rushed over to buy me some time, she ended up with several broken ribs and a fractured leg, spending over three months in the hospital.
For the first time since my parents died, I felt a surge of love so powerful it overwhelmed me.
The day I agreed to be Hannah’s boyfriend, she blushed and jumped in excitement for hours.
We loved each other for ten years, and after a long struggle, her family gave us their blessing. I thought our hardships were behind us.
But then her beloved ex got divorced and came back into her life, and suddenly, I became the third wheel.
I put my phone away and looked up, forcing the tears back. “Hannah, we are getting a divorce.”
Gerald stared at me in disbelief. “Man, are you divorcing Nana now just to make everyone think I’m the one who ruined your marriage? You want them to hate me?”
His face flushed with anger as he pushed Hannah aside, got out of bed, and yanked open a drawer. He grabbed a fruit knife and held it against his throat. “I’ll end myself right now. I’ll give Nana back to you. Is that what you want?”
Hannah rushed over, snatched the knife from his hand, and angrily threw it at me. “Enough, Nathan! If anything happens to Gerald, I swear you’ll be the one to pay!”
I wasn’t quick enough to dodge. The blade grazed my neck, leaving a long, thin cut. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor.
How strange. My neck was injured, but it was my heart that hurt so much more.
Hannah panicked and hurried over, reaching out to check my wound. “Nathan, are you okay? I didn’t mean to, I…”
“Smack!” I stared at her coldly as I delivered a hard slap across her face. “Hannah, we’re done.”
Hannah’s lips trembled as if she wanted to say something.
But the moment Gerald mentioned he was in pain, she forgot all about me and focused entirely on coaxing him.
Wearing bloodstained clothes, I headed to the hospital alone to get my wound treated.
Well, not entirely alone.
On the way, I ran into Shirley, who insisted on accompanying me.
Shirley said, “Even though Nana’s my best friend, I can’t stand by and watch this. How could she be so rough with you? If you were my husband, I’d cherish you like a treasure. How could she cheat on you repeatedly and even hurt you for the sake of her lover?”
The Spencer family was one of the top elites, and people often said Shirley had a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Even stray dogs weren’t safe from a kick when she was upset.
But while everyone in Hannah’s circle looked down on me, Shirley was the only one who treated me kindly.
I stopped in my tracks. “Cheat on me repeatedly?”
Shirley looked conflicted. “I don’t want to speak ill of a friend behind her back, but I can’t keep this from you. Those times when Nana went on business trips abroad, missed your birthdays, and didn’t care when you were sick, she was actually with Gerald.”
I had thought Hannah only started straying a month ago when Gerald returned.
Turned out she had been cheating all along, just putting on a convincing act for me.
“Are you okay?” Shirley gently took my hand, then quickly let go, blushing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep. It’s just that Nana has gone too far, and I’m really worried about you.”
“If anything, I’m happy that you care about me.” I wasn’t naive. I could see that Shirley had feelings for me.
I had always kept my distance in the past, but this time, I hesitated only momentarily before I reached for her hand, letting my fingers brush against her palm.
Shirley bit her lip and looked at me with a blush, her eyes filled with affection.
It was the first time I had ever flirted with someone else, and it made me feel guilty. Nervously, I avoided her gaze.
After getting my wound treated, I returned to Hannah’s and my home to pack my things.
Shirley was thoughtful, dropping me off at my doorstep before heading out.
But before she left, she offered a sincere apology. “Nana’s never been one to consider others’ feelings like I do. If you’re ever upset, need someone to talk to, or need any help, you can always reach out to me.”
After packing my bags, I took off my wedding ring, printed the divorce papers, signed them, and left them on the table. With my suitcase in hand, I walked out the door.
The housekeeper tried to stop me, but I was determined. She quickly called Hannah, but it was clear Hannah didn’t take it seriously at all.
To her, I was just an orphan, and she belonged to a powerful family. She was convinced I’d never really leave her.
Hannah even had my job at the company put on hold.
A major contract that I had worked hard to secure was handed over to Gerald with just one word from her.
She only sent me a dismissive message: [You’re too talented, and that’s putting pressure on Gerald. So, I’ve paused your work for now. Be good, and I promise you can still stay as my husband. That way, even if you are an orphan, you’ll always have a home.]
I wanted a home, but not at the expense of being tied to someone like her.
I planned to wait until Hannah signed the divorce papers, and then we’d be done for good. She could spend her time with whoever she wanted after that.
But instead of signing, her friends started spilling details about her and Gerald in the group chat.
She had donated thirty million dollars in his name, praying for his well-being.
She splurged on several limited-edition luxury cars for him, making headlines in the local news.
She even stayed up all night handcrafting a diamond ring for him because he was jealous of the thoughtful wedding band I had.
I was disgusted beyond belief and went to confront Hannah, only to be told by her assistant that she was on a business trip.
I called Hannah, and she sighed helplessly, “I used to love Gerald, but that was long ago. Now I just feel sorry for him. You don’t have to be jealous of him, let alone divorce me over it. Didn’t you always want to donate to the orphanage where you grew up? Well, I’ve just sent them 200 thousand dollars. So, why don’t you just calm down?”
Hannah then mentioned she had to get back to her meeting and abruptly hung up the call.
But the next moment, Gerald sent me a picture of Hannah bathing in the hotel bathroom with a message: [I asked Nana who she liked better. She said I’m bigger and that she’d rather die beneath me.]
Even though I knew Hannah had already crossed the line, seeing that photo left my mind blank.
I took a few moments to collect myself, then took a screenshot of our chat, sent it to all our mutual friends, and posted it on my Instagram.
If Hannah wanted to play the infidelity game, then fine. I’d give her a taste of her own medicine.
Shirley showed up quickly, and it seemed like she had dressed up a bit. She looked even more stunning with her full curves, slim waist, and long legs.
After showering, she asked me, “Are you sure meeting here is a good idea? What if Nana catches us and gets the wrong idea?”
I said, “It wouldn’t be a misunderstanding if we actually do it.”
I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her waist as I leaned in to kiss her.
Flirting with her came naturally, but when we got naked, the size difference between us gave me pause. I was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it.
I let go of her waist and sat on the bed, ready to call it off.
But Shirley came over and chuckled as she pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. “So, Nathan likes it this way, huh?”
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In order to send chocolate cake to my wife’s old classmate who was suffering from depression, her cousin, Lucas Perry, and his family had a car accident on the highway and needed urgent surgery.
My wife, Emily Perry, the attending physician, posted photos of her and her old classmate, Riley Lewis, traveling around on Instagram.
When I called her that her own younger brother was still waiting for her help, she said, “Riley is dying of depression. Can’t I be with him to realize his last wish? Don’t always lie to me with such a lame excuse!”
After she hung up the phone, I completely lost contact with her. Finally, Lucas and his family eventually died due to delayed rescue.
I packed up all my things and left home, determined to end all ties with this cold-blooded woman.
*****
I waited outside the emergency room for three hours. When the lights finally went out, the doctor came out and said in a heavy tone, “We have tried our best, but all three patients have rare diseases, and their conditions are very complicated. You have to find a doctor to perform surgery on them as soon as possible; otherwise, they will not make it tonight.”
The anxiety almost made me fall to the ground.
“My wife Emily Perry is their attending physician. Isn’t she here?” I asked.
“We can’t contact Dr. Perry right now. She was supposed to be on duty tonight, but we can’t find her.”
After hearing this, I quickly took out my cell phone and called her.
Because my fingers were trembling so hard, I almost entered the wrong number.
But after calling more than a dozen times, the only answer I got was a cold mechanical sound.
I opened WhatsApp and sent a message to her but found she posted some pictures on Instagram ten minutes ago by chance.
In that photo, she looked radiant with a bright smile and hugged the depressed Riley. They seemed to be a perfect match.
She posted the photos with a sentence: [I really wanted you to know the precious life and beautiful world.]
Riley liked the post on her Instagram and commented with hug and heart emojis.
I held the phone until my fingers turned pale and punched the wall angrily. At such a critical moment, the reason I lost touch with her was because she was having a good time with Riley.
Then, I found Riley’s number from the address book and called him directly.
This time, the call quickly got through, and Riley said, “Hello, who’s speaking?”
I said bluntly, “Who else could I be? I’m Emily’s husband. My wife is with you, right? Give her the phone now.”
Riley paused for a second and said, “She is taking a shower now. If you have anything to say, I’ll tell her.”
An unknown anger surged in my heart. Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly heard someone approaching the caller with the sound of water.
I heard Emily softly asking, “Who’s calling so late at night?”
I took the chance to shout to her over the phone, “Emily, Lucas was in a car accident! The three of his family are all in the hospital. You’re the one who knows their conditions the best, so go back to the hospital instead of staying with that man!”
She immediately took Riley’s phone and questioned me with a cold tone when my teeth were chattering because of rage, “How did you get his phone number? What do you want to do? I’m warning you, Riley’s depression is already very serious. If you make his condition worse, I will never forgive you!”
“Did you hear me? Lucas is dying. Are you going to come back to save him or not?” I said.
Roy sneered disapprovingly, not taking my words seriously at all.
She said, “Victor Moore, that’s enough! I know you have a problem with my relationship with Riley, but you don’t have to use such a bad excuse to force me to go back. You know I hate liars.”
“Riley may die because of depression. I want to be with him to realize his last wish. I don’t have time to waste time with you here! Don’t call me again!” she added.
After Emily finished shouting, she hung up the phone and blacklisted me, and I could no longer get through her number.
Suddenly, the ECG monitor in the emergency room began beeping.
The doctor ran over and checked their conditions. Then, he turned to me with a serious face and the diagnosis that they wouldn’t very likely make it tonight.
Meanwhile, Lucas suddenly became momentarily conscious and desperately asked for my help, holding my hand. “Victor, find Emily. She can save all of us.”
Suppressing my tears, I nodded. “Okay, I’ll go right now. Just hang in there, okay?”
Emily and I grew up together, and Lucas was almost my own brother. I couldn’t watch him die.
Recalling the two plane tickets Emily posted on Instagram, I immediately drove to the airport after realizing they were about to leave the city an hour later.
When I managed to arrive at the airport lobby, I anxiously looked for my wife among the crowd.
Suddenly, I turned around and saw Riley and Emily waiting in line for their tickets.
I ran to them, only to find Emily bought an orange for Riley and said softly, “Here. Eat something to fill your stomach.”
As Riley shook his head, she peeled it for him and handed it to Riley patiently.
“Can you eat it now?”
Clenching my hands, I felt the inexplicable sadness surge in my heart.
In the past, I took great care of Emily. Considering that she was a doctor who needed to perform delicate surgeries on patients, I always peeled the hard-to-peel food in order to give the best care of her hands.
But when I accidentally asked her to take out the trash, she refuted me impatiently, “I can’t touch those dirty things with my hands.”
I originally thought that she was just a lukewarm person. It turned out she just showed all her tenderness and patience to someone else.
Thinking of Lucas, who was still in the hospital waiting for my sister to save him, I temporarily suppressed the complex emotions in my heart.
Walking straight to my wife, I pulled her arm. “Emily, come back to the hospital with me immediately to perform surgery on your brother!”
After seeing it was me, she shook her hand off with disgust.
“That’s enough! I’m just traveling with Riley. Do you have to stalk us? Riley and I are clean!”
The people around us were attracted by her voice and looked over.
Although I was angry at her misunderstanding of my intentions, I had to explain everything to her.
I said, “Lucas really got into an accident. His organs were ruptured, and he is still losing blood because of the crush. He is dying.”
“The doctors in the hospital don’t dare to perform surgery on him. You are the only one who understands his conditions. Do you want to watch your brother die? If you don’t believe me, call the hospital, and you’ll know I am not lying,” I added.
However, Emily still didn’t believe what I said and took their ticket like I didn’t exist.
“You’re such a terrible liar. I know you will get along with my colleagues. You must have conspired to lie to me,” she said.
“Do you think I will joke about something like this? He’s your brother, and also my brother. We grew up together with him. And now you’ve left him in the hospital because of an old classmate. You’ll regret your current choice!”
After hearing what I said, Emily seemed to waver but still didn’t trust me.
“Don’t be ridiculous. How could Lucas get into a car accident in the middle of the night? They know they have some disease that will prevent them from going outdoors, especially at midnight.”
I said, “It’s because you asked him to buy that goddamn chocolate cake! You said you wanted a freshly made one; that was why he rushed on the road.”
Hearing this, Emily sneered. “What are you talking about? I didn’t ask him to buy that kind of stuff. You’re definitely lying. Are you kidding me?”
I looked at her in confusion. “What? Lucas sent me a message before, saying he would send you a chocolate cake. Half an hour later, he had a car accident!”
Just then, Riley interrupted our argument.
He said, “I sent him that message to buy the chocolate cake with your phone, Emily. I really miss that taste.
“But I didn’t receive Lucas’ reply. It was in the middle of the night at that time; he would probably send it to us this morning.
“Emily, if you’re worried, just go back with Victor. I can go there alone. I will find the most beautiful place and stay there forever.”
The gate issued a reminder to board, and Riley walked away with his luggage without even looking at Emily again.
But she was frightened by his last words. Fearing that he would commit suicide once he landed, she quickly ran over and hugged him.
“How can you leave me alone? I’ll go with you!” She wiped her tears and said, “I don’t care about anyone else but you. Let’s get out of here!”
Before leaving, she glared at me fiercely, as if blaming me for still lying to her at this time.
They held hands and flew away together without even giving me the last glance.
I tried desperately to call Emily back, but the security guard stopped me at the boarding gate since I didn’t have a ticket.
Just then, the bad news came along with my phone ringtone.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Moore, but Lucas and his parents just passed away…”
I held a funeral for Lucas and his parents. Emily’s parents also attended it and cried so hard that they almost fainted.
They tried to contact Emily by calling him countless times with tears.
But Emily was completely out of touch and ignored everyone’s attempts to contact her.
Her inappropriate behavior almost made her parents have a heart attack.
Meanwhile, Emily’s Instagram was still updated. Every day, she posted photos of her and Riley traveling around with sensational words.
I felt like throwing up when I saw it and quietly turned off my phone.
I thought three years of marriage would be enough to make her less heartless, only to see through her selfish nature.
Although she once fell in love with Riley, I assumed our marriage meant the end of their relationship.
But their love seemed to have rekindled at an inopportune time.
In this case, it seemed I should help the lovebirds.
I rented a house outside and planned to move out of home. I would file for divorce with Emily when she came back.
On the day I was about to pack some small things, Emily and Riley came back.
Their harmonious chat stopped tacitly at the sight of me. They stood so close to each other and looked so natural that they were the owners of this property.
Riley wanted to explain, “Victor, I may have to stay at your house for a few days. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bother you, but Emily just couldn’t help worrying about me. She insisted on taking care of me until I got better.”
I didn’t say anything and walked straight inside. Riley stood there, feeling a little awkward.
My reaction irritated Emily, and she slammed the table with a sullen face. “Victor, what do you mean? Is this how you treat Riley’s patient explanation? I’m warning you. You are not allowed to embarrass him while he’s here. Behave yourself, and I won’t mind you lying to me last time.”
“By the way, where’s Lucas? Why can’t I contact him?” she asked.
I gave her a sarcastic smile. “How dare you ask where he is? You are not qualified to do that. His whole family died because of you.”
Emily was stunned, and her face distorted when she pointed at me. “What the hell did you say, Victor? Are you cursing them? You know he and his parents’ disease are already making me so sad. Why did you say something like that?”
She was shivering with anger and tears, as if she was really worried about Lucas.
I wanted to laugh and took out my phone to show her a picture.
“I still have their portrait. Do you want to take a look?” I said.
On the phone was a black-and-white family photo, which was taken of Lucas and his family before they came to visit Emily. However, I could only use this lovely family photo as their portrait.
Emily snatched the phone and crushed it on the ground. “Victor, you’re such a bastard. You want to divorce?”
“You’re just jealous of seeing me and Riley together. That’s why you always try to attract my attention with some tricks. But you know what? It has gone too far this time,” she added.
I picked up my phone and said, “I’m not jealous. I’m happy to divorce you. Wish you and Riley happy forever.”
Instead of wasting my time with her, I went to my room to quietly pack my luggage.
Emily stared at me in disbelief and yelled at me, “Victor Moore! If you dare to go out today, never come back again!”
I just smiled and said, “I’ll draft the divorce agreement and send it to you. Remember to sign it.”
Just when she rushed to stop me from leaving, Riley began to sob. “I’m sorry, Emily, this is all my fault. I ruined your marriage. I’m leaving now! It’s better for me to go back to my own home!”
Hearing this, she retreated to comfort Riley and hugged him in her arms sorrowfully. “Don’t go back. I won’t abandon you no matter what happens!”
Before leaving, I told Emily that Lucas and his family were buried on a mountain, and she could go there and at least visit them when she had time.
But neither did she go there nor believe me. Emily was busy looking after Riley in the hospital.
The last time he cried and apologized, his mental illness relapsed, making him attempt suicide and live in the hospital.
Emily stayed by his bedside for three days without sparing time to have meals and ignored everything else.
After learning Lucas and his family’s death, Emily’s parents’ health went downhill. When I took them to the hospital for a body check, we ran into Emily.
I saw her holding Riley’s arm. As they walked, Emily looked worried.
“I haven’t heard from Lucas for a couple of days. Did he really have some kind of trouble? Even my parents started to ignore my call,” she said.
Riley held her hand and said, “If something really happened to him, you’ll know. You care about him most. I have seen all your efforts for him and his family over the years.”
“Maybe Victor was mad at me and said something to make them misunderstand you,” he added.
Hearing this, Emily said coldly with a sullen face, “That’s right. I’ve known him for too long. My parents even treat him as their son. They believe whatever Victor says.”
When they were about to return to Riley’s ward, Emily saw me and felt disgusted after a momentary shock.
“What are you doing here? Why do I see you everywhere? Are you not satisfied about making Riley almost kill himself?” she shouted.
Instead of arguing back at her, I just handed her a divorce agreement.
“I heard that you didn’t sign for the one I mailed to your house. Luckily, I printed two copies. Sign it now,” I said.
Emily looked at me with suspicion, and when she found the thing inside the file bag was really the divorce agreement, she almost tore it apart.
Slapping the file bag back at me, she said angrily as the papers fell to the ground, “I’ve been so busy taking care of Riley that I can’t even have time to eat. Why do you have to trouble me at this time? I will get a divorce when I have time. You don’t need to rush me!”
Emily looked very angry with her chest heaving violently as if I should be blamed for the failure of our marriage.
I found it hilarious that she actually thought I failed her. Why didn’t I realize before that she had poor self-awareness?
I picked up the divorce agreement, put the papers back into her hands, and insisted. “It’s just a matter of moving your fingers. How much effort does it take? Why not do it today? You don’t have to worry about me bothering you anymore after signing it.”
Then, Emily really tore the agreement into pieces. She gritted his teeth and said, “You are so anxious about divorce right now because you cheated on me? Who are you here with today?”
I wanted to tell her the truth that her parents didn’t feel well, but finally, I said nothing in case they would have a heart attack after knowing what this jerk had done.
But Emily discovered them behind me quickly ran over there surprisingly and happily.
She acted like a little girl and said to them, “Dad, Mom, why are you here? I miss you so much.”
However, her mother, Olivia Jones, pushed her away directly, and her father, Josh Perry, who had always doted on her, did not even look at Emily.
She hugged them again and asked, “Are you mad at me? I didn’t mean to not contact you. I just had something important to do.”
“Did Victor say anything about me to you? You have no idea how terrible he was. He actually lied to me that Lucas was dead and even asked me to go back to the hospital to save him. He must have been kidding me. He’s so terrible at lying,” she said.
Reminding what Lucas went through, Olivia finally lost her temper and slapped Emily in the face.
She said, “How dare you say something like that to Lucas?! Your cousin’s whole family is dead! They died on the night you asked them to bring the chocolate cake in the middle of the night! You were the one who refused to save them!”
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I was kidnapped by my dad’s enemies.
The kidnappers called my dad, who was a cop, and threatened him.
“Mr. Murphy, your daughter is with me! If you want her alive, come here yourself! Or I’ll chop her into pieces!”
The tip of the kidnapper’s knife grazed my throat, sending chills down my spine.
“Another kidnapping stunt?” My dad’s voice was calm.
“Aurora, you’re really despicable!”
“Dad, I’m not lying! I swear I’m not!” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. “They’ll really kill me!”
“Then why don’t you just die?!” His cruel curse left me stunned.
“Dad…” I choked up.”I’m only 18. I don’t want to die…”
“Please, Dad! Save me!”
My dad hung up the phone immediately.
I stood there, stunned, listening to the busy signal. Tears streamed down my face, colder than the knife at my throat.
The kidnapper didn’t give up and called again.”Samuel! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your daughter?!”
“Then go ahead and kill her!” This time, my dad’s voice was filled with anger.
“No matter how much you torture or even kill her, it has nothing to do with me!”
As the call ended again, I heard cheerful music on the other end, mixed with laughter from my stepmother Pamela Hughes and my half-sister Sherry Murphy.
Oh, right, today is Sherry’s birthday.
The three of them were having a grand celebration.
The kidnapper, frustrated, called again, but my dad’s phone was off.
He threw the phone in a rage.
For some reason, I started laughing.
The kidnapper slapped me hard.
“You bitch! What are you laughing at?!”
Tears fell from my eyes as I stammered, “I’m laughing because you kidnapped the wrong person…Why would he care about me? To him, I’m less than an insect…The one he truly cares about is my half-sister!”
I laughed, but then suddenly started crying.
I looked up at the kidnapper, begging, “I’m worthless to him. Taking me won’t help you. If you let me go, I’ll give you lots of money! I… Ouch!”
A sharp knife plunged into my abdomen, and pain spread instantly.
I screamed in agony. He just laughed wickedly.
“Even your dad doesn’t care about you. What right do you have to live? Why don’t I send you to heaven early? Oh no, I can’t let you die that quickly! I’m going to torture you slowly. Consider it paying off your dad’s debt!”
From that day on, it felt like I was in hell.
He tortured me endlessly, right up until my last breath.
I thought, it’s finally going to be over.
This must have been my dad’s wish all along, right?
Didn’t he always tell me to hurry up and die?
Well, I’m about to die now.
Just as he wanted.
At the end of my memory, I heard the kidnapper’s eerie and distant voice.
“Remember, the one who killed you isn’t me, it’s your dear dad! I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him!”
I’m dead.
The killer was a ruthless kidnapper.
He not only killed me but also dismembered my battered body.
He cut out my heart and placed it in a beautifully wrapped box.
I watched him skillfully handle my corpse, feeling nothing.
Because I had become a spirit.
Spirits don’t feel anything.
I couldn’t feel cold, tired, or pain.
I watched him deliver the gift box to my doorstep before dawn, saying, “Samuel, I bet you won’t stay indifferent when you see your daughter’s heart!”
I laughed again.
He’s so foolish.
Too bad he missed me this time.
Why would my dad care about me?
If he cared even a bit, he wouldn’t have completely ignored me.
Eighteen years ago, my mom loved my dad deeply. She used some tricks to get close to him and got pregnant with me. She then forced him to marry her, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved. So, he hated my mom and despised me, the “bastard child.”
He never cared about me growing up.
If he truly cared, how could he let me be killed and my body dismembered?
Still, I’m curious to see his reaction to this “gift.”
The door opened.
It was Sherry who came out.
She walked in happily, holding a gift box.
Soon, there were screams and roars from inside.
I floated into the room and saw the gift box overturned on the floor, with a heart rolling around.
My dad angrily took out his phone and sent me a voice message.
“Aurora! How could you be so cruel? It’s Sherry’s birthday. Instead of celebrating with her, you send this disgusting thing to scare her! I must have done something terrible in my past life to deserve such a hateful daughter!”
I lowered my head and floated over to the heart. I squatted down and gently touched it.
My translucent hand passed through the dark red flesh, but I felt no warmth.
After all, it had been out of my body for so long.
Even if I could feel, it would have no warmth left.
I looked up at my dad’s hysterical face, wanting to tell him, “Dad, it’s not some ‘disgusting thing. It’s my heart…Just because it scared your daughter, you hate it that much?”
Of course, my dad couldn’t hear my questions. He made another call, angrily ordering, “Aurora is suspected of harassment. Arrest her immediately!”
I didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but he got even more agitated.
“She is not my daughter!”
“She is a monster!”
I remember the first time my dad called me a monster was ten years ago.
Back then, my mom was bedridden with a severe illness.
She was gravely ill, lying in bed and coughing up blood. I begged my dad to take her to the hospital.
Pamela stopped me. She was my dad’s favorite woman, and she was several months pregnant.
But for some reason, she fell down the stairs.
She bled a lot. The sight of all that blood made my legs go weak, and I fainted.
When I woke up, I found myself locked in a closet.
Ever since I was little, whenever I made a mistake, I’d get locked in the closet.
This time, I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I cried and banged on the closet door.
“Dad! Let me out!”
“I’m scared. It’s so dark in here!”
“Dad, please let me out! I’m begging you!”
No one answered.
I stayed in that cramped, dark closet for a long, long time.
Just when I thought I was going to die, the closet door was yanked open.
My dad stood outside, his face cold. He looked at me with disgust, like I was trash.
“Do you know what you did wrong?” His voice was icy.
“I… I don’t know.” I shook my head in panic.
“Dad, I didn’t do anything bad. I didn’t. Believe me. I didn’t push Pamela. She fell on her own.”
Mentioning “Pamela” seemed to hit a nerve. His eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped me hard!
“You little beast! You’re truly unrepentant! Pamela almost died because of you! She’s lucky! If anything had happened to her, I would have made you pay with your life!”
My ears were ringing. It felt like all the yelling was muted. I could only stare at him, watching his mouth move.
His twisted expression was like a horror painting, haunting my mind for years.
It would jump out and scare me from time to time, just like now.
I watched him angrily hang up the phone, glanced at the bloody heart, and frowned.
I followed his gaze.
Oh, it didn’t even look like a heart anymore.
Its surface was covered in shiny bits, probably leftover confetti from last night’s birthday celebration.
The servants hadn’t cleaned up yet.
My dad’s eyes were fierce. He kicked the bloody mess with all his strength. My heart rolled out the open door.
I chased after it, trying to catch it, but my hands passed right through it.
I watched helplessly as my heart fell into the dirt, like discarded trash.
I crouched down carefully, looking at the filthy mess. I should have felt sad.
But as a spirit, I couldn’t feel sadness.
Yet, I wiped my eyes. It was strange.
Why were my tears falling?
A phone rang inside.
I turned to see my dad frowning as he answered a call.
Maybe spirits have sharp senses. I easily heard the voice on the other end.
It was a young girl.
She’s my best friend, Marilyn Carter.
“Samuel! Aurora is missing! I can’t reach her at all! Can you help me find her?”
“Don’t pull the same trick twice!” My dad suppressed his anger, scolding coldly.
“Marilyn, out of respect for your dad, I won’t hold this against you. But you’d better not stay friends with Aurora! And don’t contact me about anything related to her again!”
He hung up forcefully, ignoring Marilyn’s explanations just like he ignored mine.
I floated in front of him, staring at his disdainful expression.
I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much.
“Mr. Murphy! Something’s happened!”
A young officer ran in, panting, “Your phone was off, I couldn’t reach you.Last night, they pulled a woman’s body from the moat! She had… Aurora’s phone and wallet on her!”
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My sugar daddy’s first love came back.
So I stepped out and decided to marry a tycoon. Little did I know, I was already pregnant with the baby of my sugar daddy.
Recently, I found myself plagued by an intense itchiness in my most private area, accompanied by an unfamiliar discharge. It had me scared.
Shockingly, online search results suggested it might have been due to frequent sexual activity or having multiple partners. But that didn’t make sense. I didn’t even have a boyfriend.
The more I read, the more uneasy I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to confide in anyone as I was terrified of the judgmental stares. So, I snuck off to the hospital for a check-up.
What I hadn’t anticipated was that my older sister’s boyfriend, Michael Thompson, would be the one to see me!
Discreetly, I opened my phone, located my sister Emily Johnson’s chat, and meticulously compared the photo she had sent me. It confirmed my worst fear.
Instantly, embarrassment flooded my cheeks. How could there be a male doctor in gynecology?
And to make matters worse, it was Emily’s boyfriend!
I had only ever heard Emily mention that her boyfriend was a doctor, but she had never specified gynecology.
At that moment, I wanted to bolt. It was just too awkward. But before I could even turn, the door to the consultation room swung open.
“Samantha Johnson!”
I instinctively let out a sound, feeling everyone’s gaze, including Michael’s. I wished I could just disappear.
But leaving then would have only made things worse. With a deep breath, I stepped into the consultation room.
Thankfully, Michael didn’t recognize me.
Well, we had never met before. I only knew him from the photo Emily had given me. It was perfectly normal for him not to recognize me.
Thinking this way, I felt a small sense of relief. I would just treat it like any other check-up with a stranger.
Just as I began to feel a bit relieved, he dropped a bombshell.
“Take off your skirt and lie on the bed,” Michael said, eyeing my skirt.
“I… I have to take off my skirt?”
I was beyond shocked. What if he found out I was Emily’s sister? And what if Emily found out?
How could I let Michael do this kind of thing?
But now I was caught in a dilemma. I couldn’t just say I was Emily’s sister and refuse his treatment.
Then how would he see me in the future? Would he think I led a chaotic private life? And if he happened to develop negative feelings towards Emily in the process, my guilt would be even greater.
“It’s just a routine check-up to rule out any potential underlying issues. Early detection leads to early treatment.”
He paused for a moment.
“In a doctor’s eyes, there’s only the patient, no distinction between genders,” he added, perhaps trying to ease my embarrassment and concern over his gender.
At this point, I had run out of excuses to avoid the situation. So, I braced myself. After all, he didn’t know me, and I could pretend not to know him.
Plus, what if my condition was serious? What if delaying treatment worsened it?
Lying on the hospital bed, I closed my eyes.
“Take off your skirt and your underwear.”
His voice snapped me back to reality. My face flushed red, and I awkwardly complied, feeling like the whole world was watching.
It was as if everyone knew, and my mind was in turmoil.
Here I was, undressing in front of Emily’s boyfriend. I wished I could disappear, wished nobody knew me.
“Spread your legs.”
Oh god! Was I going to expose myself like this to Michael?
Reluctantly, I complied and exposed my most intimate part.
I felt mortified, and at that moment, I could sense the intrusion of something.
I felt like a cold instrument was prying open the most private part of me, a place never before seen by a man. The chill sent shivers down my spine.
And then it hit me.
I needed to pee!
At that moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I tried my best to hold it in, but Michael gave me a reassuring pat.
“Relax.”
I trembled, almost losing control.
Thankfully, Michael’s examination was gentle. Unlike what I’d read online about doctors being rough, he was nothing like that.
His touch was soft, gradually calming me down.
But my mind couldn’t stop racing.
What if Michael found out my identity?
What if Emily found out?
Panic and an indescribable thrill consumed me. No one could be in a more awkward situation than I was at that moment.
Unable to resist, I cautiously peeked through the gaps between my fingers, which were covering my eyes.
I had to admit Emily had excellent taste in men. Even with a mask on, he still looked great. I had seen Michael’s photos before. He looked handsome in pictures, but in person, he was even more striking, with a remarkable presence.
He conducted the examination meticulously and earnestly, treating me like any other patient without a hint of impure thoughts.
However, when his fingers entered for the examination, the stark contrast between their warmth and the coldness of the instrument sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but tremble, feeling my strength drain away.
My body involuntarily squirmed, and his fingers seemed to stick to me like suction cups.
It was a sensation I had never experienced before, leaving me feeling light-headed and almost weightless, as if I were floating, disconnected from my body.
So, this was what it felt like between a man and a woman during lovemaking.
And to think, he was Emily’s boyfriend!
My mind, as if a floodgate had been opened, began to entertain increasingly bold thoughts as his examination continued.
What if Michael and I…
My cheeks were burning, probably as red as a tomato. I could feel the heat radiating off them.
Would he be more forward if he knew who I was? Would it be even more exhilarating?
No one outside could fathom the unique relationship between me and the doctor inside.
Suddenly, through the gaps between my fingers, I noticed stains on the blue disposable mattress. The discovery stunned me.
I had wet myself in front of Michael!
How could I be so sensitive?
I was here for a medical examination. Michael was just doing his job. How could I react like this?
This discovery sent me into a panic, making me feel like the world was slipping away from me. I wanted to get up, but Michael’s hand gently pressed against my abdomen, the warmth of his palm draining my resistance.
I lay back on the hospital bed, feeling too weak to even consider the implications of my relationship with Michael or think about the future or Emily.
All I wanted was for him to have something that could truly come inside, embrace me, melt me, and make us one.
My mind went blank, and I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip, letting out soft moans. It was as if I was urging him, tempting him to take control, even if he was Michael.
All I could feel was the incredible comfort below my abdomen, tingling and soothing. It was like my soul had drifted away. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited I had become.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Michael holding a mirror, which he had somehow retrieved without me noticing, aimed at my private area. I saw my most intimate parts.
It startled me, bringing me back to reality. And then, I realized that the source of my comfort was Michael’s hand.
The instrument had been removed without me noticing.
His fingers were completely enveloped by the delicate folds of my flesh, giving me an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. As his fingers moved within me, it felt like they were touching my soul.
All I could think about was pulling him close, merging our bodies.
As I quivered, I couldn’t help but wonder what Michael was planning. This was way beyond what a doctor should be doing. I had some vague suspicions, but I didn’t dare to dwell on them too much.
He had been Emily’s boyfriend, after all!
Despite wanting to resist, my body kept responding to him.
It was incredible how comforting this sensation could be.
But in my haze, I noticed Michael’s white coat had disappeared, and he stood before me completely naked.
His movements became rougher, and his eyes seemed bloodshot and excited like he wanted to consume me.
Listening to his heavy breaths and deep voice, I trembled.
Even though he was Emily’s boyfriend, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.
Suddenly, I felt a surge of jealousy towards Emily. Why had he belong to her? Why couldn’t he be mine?
As long as I kept quiet, who would know?
I looked up, my gaze soft. Suddenly, my legs instinctively wrapped around Michael’s waist. He leaned in closer, locking eyes with me, his expression carrying a hint of an unreadable smile.
“Samantha, You’re soaked…”
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I was an Alpha’s daughter, sheltered and petted, and had just yesterday married my childhood friend. Joyce had always been sweet to me, so I thought he would be a good husband. Little did I know, he had a cruel streak that was going to destroy my whole world. Just after our wedding day.
“You know, Evelyn,” he says, interrupting me and taking a step closer so that he’s glaring down at me. “I really thought a girl like you – you know, a pretty girl, a noble girl, would be trained to please her husband. I am so…disappointed. To find that you’re not.”
My eyes instantly fill with tears. “Joyce,” I whisper “What did I –“
He comes close to me so that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “making love to you,” he whispers, “is like a dead fish. You just lay there” he grits his teeth, “like a piece of meat. I wanted a wife to meet my needs, and now I’m tied to you, you pathetic, whiny little pup, forever.”
Joyce turns away from me and walks to the window, shaking his head. “What a waste.” I am shocked and mortified. I stand in the middle of the room, wearing only my lacy thong and my stilettoes, trembling as tears stream down my face.
“We’ve only had one night,” I whisper. Should I have known what to do? I was so scared – I’ve lived such a sheltered life and, of course, came to my wedding bed a virgin to honor my husband.
Joyce laughs and won’t look at me. “Once was enough.”
“I can,” I murmur, “I can…get better…”
Joyce turns to me, snarling. Suddenly he’s in front of me, wrapping his hand against my throat, pushing me backwards until my back hits the wall. “You can’t get better,” he spits out, “because you don’t have it in you.”
“You’re a fucking wolf, Evelyn” his teeth are fully bared now. “A wolf, and you fuck like a rabbit. I thought I would wake it up in you when I took you to bed, but you were…pathetic.” He snaps out the last word. I can feel his spittle drip down my cheek.
“You’re no Alpha’s wife,” he says, releasing me to walk away. I drop to my knees, sobbing and gasping. I always knew Joyce was powerful and proud, but I have never seen him cruel.
“Joyce,” I cry out, desperate. “Joyce, I’m sorry – I didn’t know! I’ll do anything you want – I’ll learn, I can change!”
“Change?!” Joyce furiously grabs me by my hair and hauls me to my feet. “You can’t change what you are, you omega fucking bitch.” He drags me across the room and hurls me into the closet where I fall into a heap.
He slams the doors shut and I’m suddenly in darkness, my only light coming from a crack between the two French doors. I hear the closet’s lock click.
“You want to learn, Evelyn?” I hear Joyce’s words faintly – he’s across the room by the door to our suite now. “Then watch how a real woman pleases an Alpha. And if you make a fucking noise,” I hear the suite’s door creek as he begins to pull it open, “I’ll gut you like the prey you are.”
I scramble for the door and press my eye to the crack. I hear a laugh – a woman’s laugh! – and the sound of footsteps. Two figures come into my line of sight – Joyce, and someone else in silky pink chiffon.
Joyce growls and pulls the woman’s head back by her hair, exposing her throat. He runs his sharp teeth down the length of her neck and she laughs, running her hands down my husband’s chest, stomach, lower – until she –
I gasp and slap my hands across my mouth. Her hand slips into Joyce’s pants and she groans. He growls and kisses her suddenly on the mouth, hard and slow.
She pulls away and runs her hands through his hair, worshipping him. “I only exist to please you, Master,” she says, dropping to her knees and reaching up to unbuckle his belt. Joyce takes a step back so that he leans against the footboard of our bed and I finally see the face of my betrayer.
Emma, my own sister, who stood next to me yesterday at my wedding. I fall back into the closet, unable to watch any further, and cry until my eyes are dry.
Minutes or hours later – I’m really not sure – I wipe the tears off my face with the palms of my hands, trying to put my world back together. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, except…it was so far beyond anything my mind could have created, even in the darkest dream.
My heart is completely shattered. My sister on her knees…my husband…the day after my wedding…
Slowly, something awakens in me and I feel warmth spreading through my chest and my veins. Rage, anger, power. I have been embarrassed and betrayed – but damnit, I am my father’s daughter. I will not be humiliated like this.
My lips pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I discover that what I want is not my husband’s back, but revenge.
My Alpha husband wanted to teach me how to please him, but what he really awoke in me was something more powerful: my own Alpha nature. It has been sleeping inside me, but now it’s awake and hungry for vengeance.
I rise to my feet and feel around the dark closet, stopping when my hands feel silk. I pull the dress off the hanger and slip it on. Dress is a generous term, I think, as lace cups my breasts and silk pools around my hips.
This is more like lingerie, which I had intended to wear tonight when Joyce and I returned from the Alpha party. This morning I’d have been mortified to be seen in public wearing this. But now, everything has changed.
I hunt around on the floor until I find a bobby pin and bend it into the right shape, working it into the lock and quickly turning the tumblers to release myself. I smirk as I walk steadily into the empty room. See, Joyce? I have some skills you wouldn’t expect from a nobleman’s daughter.
I stride out of the room and walk boldly down the hallway, drawing eyes wherever I go, but I don’t give them any notice. I’m only looking for one thing.
I enter the ballroom. Servants are just putting out their finishing touches on the annual Alpha party, which is a triumph of marble and gold. But that’s not what I came for.
I scan the ranks of arriving guests, looking…there. At the top of the balcony stairs, Victor leans against the railing, swirling a Manhattan in his glass. Victor, heir to the Alpha throne, who outranks Joyce in every way and is two inches taller than him to boot. Perfect.
I move towards him, keeping my eyes locked on his face, moving in a graceful prowl I didn’t know I had in me before tonight. As I move up the stairs he glances up once, and then twice, his lips falling open as I hold eye contact.
“So, how have I never met you before?” He leans against the balcony. I close the gap between us and softly tug the half-full glass of whiskey from his hand.
I’ve been around, I say, my voice low and husky.
“I thought I knew everyone in my kingdom,” he says, subtly scenting the air between us, trying to catch a whiff of my scent.
“Not your kingdom yet,” I say, smirking, “and apparently, not everyone.” I take a cheeky sip from his glass. I lean in closer, turning my face up to him, bearing my neck. He can smell me now, I know, smell my unique scent as well as my desire.
A growl rumbles in his chest. “Who are you,” he says, standing up to tower over me, closing the distance between us so that there is just a sliver of space. “Who is your sire.”
“I’m single, and Alpha born,” I say, holding the space between us though every instinct in me tells me to quail. “Don’t worry. I’m no cheap piece of meat.”
This time, he lets the growl slip between his teeth.
“Come on,” I say, pulling Victor away to a dark corner alcove. “Let’s dance.”
Inside, I stand close to Victor and begin to sway my hips to the music that the DJ just stared playing. I looking up into Victor’s face, breathing him in, relishing his smell, like winter air and pine.
Starting to feel the music, I shake my head so that my hair cascades across my bare shoulders, but Victor takes my chin in his palm and makes me look up at him. “What’s your name,” he asks.
“Evelyn Walsh,” I smile and then turn, pressing my back to his body, letting him feel me. Victor breathes out, a sharp breath, and then I feel him start to move with me. He runs a hand down my side, the other wrapping around my stomach, pressing me closer.
As we dance, I feel that new thing rising within me, the wolf that’s never before had a reason to raise its head. But now I feel it racing, a wild thing finally freed. I laugh and reach my arms up, wrapping them around Victor’s neck.
Victor turns my face and claims my mouth, as I wanted him to, unable to resist. He kisses me hard, his breath coming heavy against my lips. “Fuck,” he says, breaking away. “I can’t do this.”
“No, it’s okay,” I say, closing the distance between us. “I want this. It can just be one night.”
“One night,” he growls, clenching his teeth as I run my hand down his stomach, lower, as I saw my sister do earlier tonight. He grabs me by that hand and gives me a warning look as I smirk, knowing I’ve won.
“Let’s go,” he says, tugging me towards the entrance, “and be discreet.”
Victor takes me back to his room, checking around every corner to make sure we aren’t be seen. As soon as the door shuts, he is on me, running his hands across my body, down my back, grabbing my ass.
I give into the impulses that claim my mind, telling me to get closer, to touch more. I hastily pull my dress up over my head, tossing it to the ground and stepping forward.
But Victor steps back, away from me, and for a moment I hesitate. Then I see his eyes, hungry, devouring me as I stand before him naked except, again, for my thong and high heels. “God, Evelyn,” he says, his voice a low growl.
“Evie,” I whisper, a little breathless. “Call me Evie.”
Then, there’s no stopping us. We come together, Victor lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him, running my hands through his hair. He carries me over to the floor-to-ceiling window and presses me against it – I gasp as the cold glass touches my skin.
I slip down against the window until I’m lower and I can Victor against me, his hard cock pulsing. I pull his shirt over his head. “How do you like it?”
“Um,” I say, biting my lip, suddenly shy. “I don’t…I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll show you,” he says, lowering me to the floor. I run my hands down his rippling abs and then slide his shorts off his body.
“Fine,” I say taking in the sight of his full, magnificent body – his dick hard and thick. I can feel myself growing slick, ready.
Victor turns me around, pressing himself hard against my ass. Then he puts a hand between my shoulder blades and presses gently. “Hands against the window,” he says. I comply.
Victor slides my panties off and moves his foot between my heels, tapping against the inside of my shoes to demand, wordlessly, that I spread my legs. I do. I feel him slowly run his hand up the inside of my thigh, higher, higher, until –
I inhale sharply, feeling him slowly trail a finger across my wetness, toying with me. I moan as he adds another finger, slipping inside me, and then dipping lower to touch me at my crest.
I moan louder now, my knees going weak. Victor pulls his hand away. “More,” I moan, and the next thing I feel is something harder, thicker, pushing against my sex.
“Fuck, Evie,” he says, pressing into me, “fuck it, I can’t wait.” Suddenly, he’s inside of me, sheathed to the hilt, and I press my hands against the glass, crying out as I feel every inch of him inside of me. Victor moves, hard, fast, holding my hips against him. I can feel him lean over me, his stomach touching my back, as he fucks me from behind.
Suddenly, he pulls away from me, and turns me around, picking me up again and carrying me to the bed.
“Please,” gasp as he puts me down on top of the clean, soft sheets. “Please,” I beg, pressing my mouth against him, climbing on top, needing more.
Victor holds me by the back of the neck, biting my shoulder as he reaches down and grabs his cock, and then, gloriously, he’s inside me again.
I sit up and arch my back, writhing my hips against him. I look down into Victor’s eyes, my mouth open in awe. I never knew it could feel this good.
I press my hands against his chest and close my eyes, moving my hips faster, faster, until – I hear Victor curse beneath me and open my eyes to see him gasp, and then clench his teeth as he comes. The sight of him – so powerful, so strong – sends me over the edge and I yell out, seeing stars and falling forward on top of his chest where I lay, panting and smiling.
“God,” I say, after a few minutes have passed. “If I knew it felt like that…I’d have been doing this a long time ago.”
Victor cups my ass and laughs softly. “Well get ready,” he says. “You’re about to do it again.”
I smile and kiss him. “Yes, Alpha. Whatever pleases you.”
In the morning, I wake tangled in the sheets. I blink the sleep away and sit up, looking around. “Victor?”
There’s no answer. I move to get out of the bed and hear the crumple of a paper. Turning over, I pick it up.
STAY HERE, EVELYN.
I’LL STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT.
DON’T LEAVE THE ROOM.
My stomach drops and, on instinct, I reach for my phone before realizing – duh, of course – it’s not there. Frantically, I grab the remote and turn on the TV to the local news. Has there been some kind of disaster?
Then I drop the remote, horrified, suddenly, to be confronted with pictures myself – my face – splashed across the screen.
“These photos were taken just last night,” says the journalist voiceover, “of soon-to-be Alpha Victor Kensington cavorting with an unknown floozie. Citizens are outraged, as this goes directly against Kensington’s well-known stance on family values.”
I gasp as more pictures scroll across the screen. Pictures of me, pictures of me and Victor, pictures of me and Victor dancing in what I thought was our secret alcove – walking down the hall…disappearing into this room.
And – oh my God – pictures of us in this room, taken from outside the window – oh my god the window –
My hands pressed up against the glass, with Victor behind me –
I throw the remote across the room and pull the blankets over my head, sick at what I’ve seen. The fucking paparazzi – I should have known. Of course, I’ve never had a reason to even think about them before –my father has kept me safe at home, no one cares about what I do.
The sound changes on tv and I peek out from beneath my blanket. There’s a podium set up on a stage now with reporters gathered before it. A blue box at the top of the screen reads “LIVE.” As I watch, a figure walks onto stage – a too familiar figure: green-eyed, well-muscled, a gaze that could stop a freight train. Victor.
I cover my mouth with my hand and lean forward, rapt.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the press,” he starts, flashing everyone his trademark smile. “Thank you for attending this early-morning press conference which I have called to stave off the rumors.”
Lightbulbs start to flash in the crowd. “As I know many of you are aware,” he begins to smirk, “some rather…racy photographs were released last night, without my permission.
“I want to begin by putting to rest the rumors that this was an illicit affair. As your future Alpha leader, I take my actions very seriously. While I wished to keep our new relationship personal for awhile, the press has forced my hand.” He glares at them.
“The woman in the photos is not just a one-night-stand, but instead my new girlfriend – Alpha-born Evelyn Walsh, daughter of John Walsh, our nation’s Director of the Interior.”
The reporters go mad, shouting out questions. Victor begins to respond, but suddenly a snarl rips out from the back of the room.
The primary television camera pivots and turns its own attention to the wolf at the back of the hall, standing with his feet apart, his teeth bared, ready to kill. A shriek claws its way from my throat. Joyce.
“Bullshit,” he growls, his chest heaving, his claws beginning to emerge from his fingertips. “Evelyn Walsh is my WIFE!” Joyce charges into the crowd, heading straight for Victor. The reporters scream and scatter and then – the feed cuts out to commercial.
I pant and stare at the screen, unbelieving. I wanted revenge, yes, but this has spun out of control.
Everything fell apart after that. I can’t say I regret ruining Joyce’s life, but Victor’s…I never meant for that to happen. His reputation was ruined after the press discovered that he lied at a live press conference and slept with another Alpha’s wife.
Joyce sued me for infidelity and had me marked as rogue. I was expelled from the pack.
After two months of scraping by on my own, I got an even bigger surprise in the form of a positive pregnancy test taken in the bathroom of a gas station.
That’s where the world turned for me. I decided my child wasn’t going to suffer for my mistakes. I applied to a smaller, more progressive pack and enrolled in graduate school. It wasn’t easy at the start, trying to raise twin boys and study on the side, but I was determined.
Six years later, I see the events of that night as a blessing. I am now a counselor who helps people every day make their relationships stronger. And best of all, I have Ian and Alvin – my twin boys, my stars, my lights in the darkness.
Little did I know, my past was just about to return and put it all in jeopardy.
“I need to taste you right now, Evelyn.” Mark’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ass up here.” I smirk at him, enjoying the view from my position kneeling down by his hips. Mark is all stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tanned, brawny lycanthrope handcuffed to my headboard. He’s all mine, for now.
“I don’t know, baby,” I purr, hiking my silky blue nightgown up over my thighs and straddling him, writhing my hips against him in a way that makes him gasp. “I think I like you just like this.”
Mark growls at me and bares his teeth to reveal his sharp incisors. “Come here,” he commands. I laugh softly and crawl up his body, running my hands over every inch of him as I go.
“So impatient,” I whisper as I brush his lips with mine.
“Uncuff me,” he pants. “I have to fuck you. Now.” I kiss him slowly and move my hand to the bowl on the bedside table where I keep the key, but my fingers slip against empty porcelain. I pull away from Mark in confusion.
“Did you move the key, Mark?” I ask, sitting back and so I can look all around. Did it fall under the bed?
“Baby,” he says, “please…don’t tease me like this.”
“No, really,” I say, tucking a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear. “It’s gone.”
The muffled sound of giggles erupts from the hallway. We have our answer. “Boys,” I call, glaring at the door. “You owe Mark an apology.” The door cracks open and two pairs of impish eyes peek around the corner.
Ian, slightly braver than his twin Alvin, laughs and pushes the door open. “If he can’t get out on his own,” he says, bounding into the room, “he deserves to stay locked up!” His eyes are bright as he leaps onto the bed.
“We know this is mommy’s favorite game – we added a twist!” He smiles wickedly as he begins to bounce around. “It’s no fun if there’s no challenge.”
Alvin tiptoes softly into the room, characteristically cautious and shy. “We won’t do it again,” he says, making his way to the top of the bed and artfully unlocking the cuffs with a bent paper clip.
“We hid the key!” Ian says, bouncing higher. “We don’t remember where we put it! But we don’t need it anyway.”
I narrow my eyes at my boys – I didn’t raise them to be rude. I reach out a hand to snatch Ian by the waist and pull him down to me in a hug.
“Enough jumping,” I say, placing a kiss precisely on his nose. “Too early for that, and I haven’t had my coffee. Plus, Mark is waiting for his apology.”
“Sorry, Mark!” The boys chorus, Ian’s voice bright and insincere, Alvin’s soft and earnest.
“Um…” I hear Mark say from beneath me, his voice unusually timid. I look down and am surprised to see that he’s bright red. “Can I…” he murmurs, “have my pants, please?”
I laugh gently at him and reach forward to caress his face, enjoying the feeling of his rough stubble against my palm. “No need to be a prude, Mark, it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. We’re not shy about bodies in this house.”
“Yeah!” Says Ian, smiling down at him. “It’s natural! Hey, are you our dad?” Alvin perks up at the question and turns wide, hopeful eyes towards Mark.
I laugh at both of them and give Ian a nudge. “Okay, now you really are making him uncomfortable. You know he’s not your dad – the man who sired you is far, far away, and he’s not coming around anytime soon. Uncle Mark is just mommy’s friend,” I say, smiling. “Sometimes he sleeps over.”
They’re so curious about their father’s identity, and I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no way in hell will I ever tell them that secret.
“Go on, babies, get ready for school and I’ll come make you breakfast,” I say, ruffling their hair and pushing them towards the door. Mark rubs his wrists and watches them go.
“You have a…unique way of handling things, in this house,” he says. I don’t take it as criticism.
“It’s true,” I shrug. “But there’s no reason they should grow up with outdated, old fashioned ideas about sex and relationships. I am an independent woman,” I say, leaning my body forward and stretching out against the length of him. “And I’m not going be ashamed of that, especially not in front of my boys.”
I run my hand down the length of Mark’s obliques, and then lower, feeling him harden against me. “Now,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. “I still have time before the boys go to school. Where were we?”
Our kitchen is a cheerful one, with bright sunshine flooding in through the windows and the smell of coffee in the air. Alvin reads the back of his cereal box while Ian tips toy army men into his mostly-empty bowl, watching them drown in the dregs of milk. I sip slowly from my mug, relishing the warmth that floods my body.
I close my eyes for a moment and smile, remembering Mark’s performance this morning. A man of many talents, not least of which are in the bedroom. Now that he’s gone, though, I turn my focus to more important things.
“Homework done?” I say, moving to the table to collect my boys’ empty bowls.
“Yes!” They chorus. “We have good news, mama,” Alvin says, beaming up at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, inviting him to say more.
“We’re going to be in a quiz competition!” Ian takes up the conversation seamlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins learned to talk. Alvin and Ian are so different, I think, looking them over as I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes they seem like they’re two halves of one person, able to speak each other’s mind.
“Oh really?” I ask, “a quiz competition? How did you enter that?”
“They invited us,” Alvin says, stepping away from the table and neatly pushing in his chair. “After we played so much on the quiz website and did so well.” He shrugs slightly. “We always know all the answers.”
I frown and lean against the counter. “Quiz website? When did you do that?”
“At school,” Ian says, collecting his army men and putting them – still wet – in his pocket. “We get bored in kindergarten, and the teacher lets us use the computer. We found the quiz website all on our own, and we got all the answers right, and they want us to come compete!”
I nod and smile at the boys, making a mental note to have a conversation with their teacher about how they spend their class time. “Okay,” I say, “Let me look at the details and we’ll see. In the meantime!” I clap my hands twice. “Get your backpacks! Time to go!”
The walk to school is quick and I enjoy the crisp air as we walk. Ian scampers ahead, looking for frogs in the damp grass, but Alvin stays close to me, holding my hand.
“Mama,” he says softly. “Do you think Daddy will see us in the quiz competition?”
I am surprised by the question and look down into his big brown eyes. I run my hand over his hair and cup his cheek in my palm. “Why do you ask, Alvin? Why all these questions about your dad today?”
He shrugs and looks away; I can tell he is a little disappointed. Ian is suddenly next to both of us, though I didn’t notice him listening or looking back. “We just want to make him proud,” Ian says, smiling wide and revealing the gap left by the loss of his front tooth just last week.
“Don’t worry about that, boys,” I say. “I’m proud enough of you for two parents, all on my own. A thousand parents!” I wrinkle my nose at them, and we hear the school bell ring softly in the distance.
“Oh no!” Alvin says, genuinely concerned. “We’re going to be late!”
The walk home after I drop the boys off at school is some of the only me-time I get during the day. After this, it’s all work, work, work. As I walk, I pull my phone from my back pocket and open my favorite guilty pleasure app, CelebGoss.
Unfortunately, the first thing pops up on the page is not an anonymous, vapid celebrity arrested for a DUI. Instead, it’s Victor.
Victora and Amelia, Back Together, Hotter than Ever, the headline reads, followed by dozens of photos of our future Alpha King and his supermodel mate lounging on the beach, her sipping cocktails, him groping her ass.
I feel my cheeks turn red and return my phone to my pocket. “Not interested,” I mutter. The last thing I need to see are pictures of Victor and his mate in the next chapter of their toxic relationship.
What are the chances that today, of all days, my sons ask twice about their father and then his picture is the first thing I see when I open my phone? Is the universe trying to tell me something?
I shake away the anxious thought and hurry home. I promised myself a long time ago that Victor would never know about our children. It’s a secret I plan to take to the grave.
I wave goodbye to Melissa, my client, as she wipes her eyes and walks to her car. She’s going to be all right – but wow, what an exhausting session.
As she drives away I click my phone open and check my email, pleased to see that the confirmation I was looking for is there. “Boys!” I call, “get your shoes!”
My children clatter around in the living room before spilling into the hallway, Ian hopping on one foot as he pulls on his sneaker. Alvin carries his shoes carefully and sits down to tie his laces. “What’s happening, mama?”
I feign surprise, teasing them. “What, didn’t you want to go to the quiz show?”
“Really, mama?!” Ian’s face lights up and he throws himself against me in a hug. “We can really go?!”
I laugh and hug him back as Alvin joins us. “Well, you earned it, and I could use a break from my work. I contacted the show and it’s all real – you earned your place. Since you qualified together, though, you have to play as one. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes!” they say together, two pairs of bright brown eyes smiling up at me.
“Okay, into the car!” I say, smacking their bums as they pass. Off we go.
“Alvin and Ian Ortega,” the receptionist says, her eyes wide. “This…this is them?”
I nod, a hand on the shoulder of each boy. “Yes,” I say. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head, surprise clear on her face. “They’re just so…young. You know,” she tears her eyes away from them and looks at me, “most of the contestants on this show are…adults. Doctors. Lawyers. Educated people.”
“It’s not a mistake!” Alvin chimes in. “We qualified!” He slips his printed-out paper onto the desk. Ian gives the receptionist a gap-toothed grin.
“Well,” the receptionist said, taking up the paper. “I guess…everything’s in order!” She laughs, “you’re the youngest contestants we’ve ever had! This will make for quite a show.”
The receptionist waves a hand at the backstage door and the boys scamper off towards it. As I begin to follow, she stops me with a light hand on my arm. “You know, you really are lucky,” she breathes, “to have two such children, so handsome, so smart…”
I smile warmly at her and gently pull my arm away. “Thanks,” I say. “I know. I count my blessings every day.” I catch up with my boys at the door and wrap each up in a hug, placing a kiss on the top of their heads.
“Be good,” I said. “Try hard, of course, but overall you must remember to have fun, and be polite.” I narrow my eyes at Ian in particular. “No funny business.”
“Okay, mama,” Alvin says, smiling his sweetest smile.
“I wish dad were here,” Ian says, looking at me a little wistfully. “I want him to be proud.”
My stomach turns with guilt, but I put on a smile anyway. “We’ve talked about this, boys. Your father is a great man, but he’s very busy – he’s out there doing big, big work, and helping people. He loves you,” I say, hoping, deep down, that it’s not a lie. “He just needs to be somewhere else. But he’s out there, thinking about you, and he’s proud.”
The boys nod at the familiar story and a stagehand calls “Ortega?” from the backstage area. I gently push the boys forward and watch them run away to be prepared in hair in makeup, or whatever they do. I shrug and move to the craft services table, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
The competition is very intense. I sit in the audience with my hands wrapped together in my lap, my legs bouncing with anticipation. I try to keep my face smooth so that if the boys look out into the audience they will find their mother placid and serene. Ha, what a lie.
“Is the answer….magnesium?” Alvin ventures, his voice tremulous. The boys stand on stage behind a podium. Their answer appears in text on the front of the podium.
A big pause, and then… “Yessssssssss!” The announcer shouts enthusiastically, and the crowd goes wild, me included. I am on my feet clapping for my boys, shouting their names.
“You’ve done it!” The announcer says, “On to the final round! Congratulations, Ian and Alvin Ortega – you have the chance to be champions of Quizzzzz Nation! We’ll be back, after this commercial break!”
A red light above the stage goes off and assistants rush around, blotting the host’s face with makeup, moving Alvin and Ian to a new set of podiums where they will face the previous champion, a scientist from LA. He generously shakes hands with the boys, who, I am pleased to see, greet him politely despite their excitement.
“Thirty seconds,” an announcer says. Stagehands scatter and I take my seat.
“Now before we get into the final level, let’s take a moment to get to know our newest contestants. Alvin and Ian,” the announcer says, leaning casually against their podium. “You are our youngest contestants ever and have, amazingly, made it to the final round on your first try. To what do you owe your amazing accomplishment?”
“Our mom is real smart,” says Ian, and the crowd laughs. I blush and smile.
The announcer smiles back at them, charmed. “And what will you do, if you win Quiz Nation? Spend your money on big prizes?”
“We’re gonna find our dad!” Ian says, and the crowd hushes awkwardly. I huff out a breath of air and paste a smile on my face. What is with the dad stuff lately?
“Yeah,” says Alvin. “Our dad is real busy, but we want him to know he can be proud.”
“I am sure…he is very proud of you already,” the announcer says, a little stiffly, and then moves on the show. “Let’s play Quizzzzzzz Nation!”
The competition continues, heating up as the twins fend off question after question.
Behind the stage, an intern walks up to the title sponsor, carrying the trophy in her hand. “Um, sir?” she says, not daring to tug on his sleeve to get his attention.
“What,” the man snarls, spinning to turn his angry attention to her instead of to the woman with whom he’s arguing.
“Um, it’s almost time to present the trophy?” The intern whispers.
The man grabs the trophy from her and she skitters away. He could care less about Quiz Nation, it’s just another media appearance to demonstrate to his people that he’s invested in arts and culture. Whatever.
“It’s just not in the cards right now,” Amelia says to him, her arms elegantly folded across her chest. She leans back slightly, unphased by his rage. “I’m not having a baby.”
“Deciding you’d rather defer having children for another time is different” he growls, “than getting pregnant and taking abortion pills to kill my child. Did you do it?!” His face grows red with rage.
“Look, leave those stupid rumors aside, Victor,” she says, cool under pressure. “The fact is, I’m not into having a family right now. My career is on the rise – I’m scheduled to walk at Paris fashion week in the spring. I’m not giving that up to pop out a kid.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “You never respected my career, my dreams. I don’t just exist to fulfill your demands and bear your pups. I have a life too, Victor,” she says, turning away in disgust. “I’m not playing your game.”
Victor stands, clenching his teeth and rubbing his brow. His Beta comes forward to stand next to him, silent in black, but there if Victor needs him.
“Maybe you’re right,” Victor says, rubbing his brows. “Maybe we do need to go to counseling.”
“It can’t hurt, sir,” the Beta says, stoic. “In the meantime,” he gestures towards the trophy still gripped in Victor’s hand.
“Right,” Victor says, “this stupid thing. What’s this show called, again?”
There’s a pop and confetti fills the air. “Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer shouts, “for the first time ever, we have a tie for the win of Quiz Nation!” The twins jump in the air, shouting amongst the noise, while the two contestant podiums display the same final answer written across their fronts.
The announcer presses his finger to his ear, listening to his tiny earphone. “I am told,” he says, “that according to the Quiz Nation handbook, that we are obliged,” he pauses, letting the crowd cool down to listen, “to award the Quiz Nation title to the returning champion!”
Half of the crowd cheers while the other half boos, clearly rooting for Alvin and Ian. I boo along with them, disappointed for my boys.
“The rules state that in the rare case of a tie, the team with the smaller number of players wins! As Alvin and Ian are a pair, and Jim played individually, he is our winner! All of this knowledge coming from one brain instead of two is just a more impressive feat.” The boys’ faces fall in disappointment.
“But we worked so hard!” Ian shouts. “And we’re so young -”
“But that’s not all!” he announcer says, interrupting him. “In recognition of their great accomplishment, today Alvin and Ian Ortega are being awarded the rare People’s Choice award, to honor them for winning our hearts! Congratulations, boys!”
I laugh as the boys begin to jump and cheer again, their sadness easily wiped away. I guess any trophy is just as good to them.
As the boys rush forward to wave to the audience, I slip out of the room, hoping to get a bathroom break before I meet the boys backstage. All that coffee was a mistake.
On stage, Alvin and Ian shake hands with the winner and come forward to receive their prize. A tall man comes forward from the left stage wing, carrying two trophies. He hands one to the victor, shaking his hand, and moves forward to chat with the host.
“Do you see him?” says Ian. “He’s so tall. He looks like me!”
“He looks like us,” Alvin corrects, staring at the man with the trophy with wide eyes. “Wow. I wish he was our dad, that’s what I always imagined he looked like…”
The man finishes his conversation and turns towards the boys, ready to present them with their prize. When he sees them, though, he stops dead, the blood draining from his face. He hunches his shoulders instinctually, a predator, and comes towards the boys, scenting the air between them.
The boys stand stock still, not afraid, but cautious. When the man gets a whiff of them, he gasps and the trophy slips from his fingers to the ground, breaking into three pieces. The man stumbles back, staring at them, and then turns, storming towards the wing. The boys watch him go, not even caring about their lost prize. In their hearts, they know what they have found.
Victor paces back stage, mind-linking to his Beta, demanding that he come heel immediately.
The boys were his children – there was no denying it. But how – where –
He runs his hands through his hair and grits his teeth. Where did they come from?! How did he not know?!
His Beta arrives with a quick salute. “The boys, who won the competition,” Victor spits out, the Beta nodding, “find whoever brought them here. Bring her to me, immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” The Beta is gone in a flash.
There is a blur of motion from the stage area and suddenly Victor feels two small somethings crash into him. Looking down, he sees a little boy attached to each of his legs, their arms wrapped around him like tiny koala bears. One boy even slips to the ground, wrapping his legs around Victor’s ankle, determined never to let go.
“It’s so nice to meet you!” That one says, beaming up at him. “We’ve waited our whole lives!”
“We know you’ve been busy, we understand,” says the other, smiling up at him and revealing a missing front tooth.
“We got our wish!” Says the other, his eyes shining with joy. “Because we worked so hard, and won the competition! We wished for our dad, and we got him!”
“It’s our prize!” Says the other, burying his face in the side of Victor’s suit jacket and sniffing deeply, learning his scent.
For a moment, Victor freezes, not knowing – for the first time in his life – precisely what to do next. But then, he feels a warmth in his stomach, an instinctual urge, and he places a hand on each child’s head, caressing them.
“If you won a dad, then I won the better prize,” he says softly, “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to meet you.”
Victor stares down at the boys, feeling both delighted and overwhelmed at once. They were such an utter surprise – so handsome, energetic, smart and – well, so much like him. He could smell it on them, and see it on their faces – they were of his body, he had no doubt.
Exhaling a big breath he didn’t know he was holding, Victor shakes his head at the boys, marveling that a life’s dream could come true in such an unlikely fashion. He had been longing for a child – hoping to have one with Amelia, his beloved mate and the future Luna. But she had put him off year after year, wanting to accomplish other things first.
His family, too, had begun giving him sidelong glances at holidays and making hints about grandchildren and heirs. The newspapers as well had to begun to make sneaky jibes about infertility and look elsewhere amongst the pack’s Alpha population for the heirs to the line. All of it had filled Victor with anxiety, with rage.
But here, suddenly, were the solutions that put all of that to rest. And made his hopes a reality. Two boys, even – what a blessing. But where…who…
The sound of frantically clicking stilettos fills the room as a woman turns the corner, anxiety in her voice as she calls “Boys!? Boys!” The Beta strides around the corner just after her, working to keep up.
Evelyn stops mid-step, frozen, staring at the image of her boys wrapped around the legs of…of…
“You,” rasps Victor.
“Oh my god,” says Evelyn, at the same moment. “It’s you.”
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After picking up my daughter Evelina from preschool, she came home in tears, clutching her broken cochlear implant.
“Mommy, that boy in my class said this thing is ugly,” she sobbed. “He told me if I dared to wear it again, he’d hurt me.”
Fuming with anger, I immediately tagged the boy’s mother in our class group chat.
To my surprise, her response was shockingly arrogant: [So what if my son broke it? I even stole your husband—messing with your daughter’s things is nothing.
[Sure, you’re the legitimate wife, but you gave birth to a defective child!
[My son is the eldest grandson of the Clapham family and the future heir. Who do you think you are?]
Even their teacher chimed in, advising me to let it go.
[Ms. Isabel Quiller, maybe it’s best to apologize.] Ms. Lytton suggested gently.
[After all, you’re both the wives of the Clapham family’s sons, but she gave birth to a healthy boy. Rich families still prioritize sons, don’t they?]
I laughed, though there was no humor in it. Immediately, I froze my husband’s credit cards and called him directly.
“What did you do? Using my money to fund a mistress while letting her bully me?” I demanded.
He cried out in protest. “Honey, you can’t just accuse me of things because I’ve been away for a week!”
I was in the study reviewing some documents when my daughter suddenly interrupted me.
Before I could say a word, she burst into tears and threw herself into my arms.
“Mom, Mommy!”
“I don’t want to wear my hearing aid to school anymore!”
Hearing her choking on her sobs, my heart tightened.
I quickly took her shoulders and asked why.
As I spoke, I noticed a clear crack on her hearing aid.
Her next words confirmed my suspicions.
“Murray Clapham in my class said this thing is ugly.
“He… he won’t let me wear it.
“He ripped it off my head and threw it on the ground.”
Seeing her so upset, I felt a mix of sorrow and anger.
Gently, I wiped away her tears.
“Sweetie, don’t cry. I will set things straight.”
But just as I reached for my phone, her small hand pressed down on mine.
Her face was a mixture of fear and desperation as she shook her head. “Please, Mom, don’t.
“We can’t afford to cross them!
“His family… they’re the richest in town. He’s the son of the richest family.”
Her gaze fell, her voice drained.
“Never mind, Mom. I’ll just wear a hat to school tomorrow…
“So he can’t see it.”
I paused, puzzled. The richest? Wasn’t that supposed to be me?
After all, I controlled the family’s finances and held the real authority.
Since when did I gain a son without knowing?
Seeing my daughter so downtrodden ignited a fire in me.
“Evelina, don’t worry,” I promised.
“Tomorrow, I’ll go to school with you. Let’s see who dares to bully you then.”
After calming her down, I picked up my phone and reopened the class group chat, which I hadn’t used in ages.
I tagged Murray Clapham’s mother.
[Are you aware that your son deliberately broke my daughter’s cochlear implant?]
Typically, I was patient, even kind, when handling mistakes made by my employees.
But now, seeing my daughter bullied, I found all my composure gone.
The once lively group chat went silent as soon as I sent my message.
The lack of response from the person in question only fueled my anger.
I tagged her again. “Ms. Sara Thomson, are you aware of what your son did?”
This time, she responded, and her reply left me speechless.
She posted a picture of her son’s hand in the group chat and then tagged me.
[Oh, it’s you!] she began.
[My Murray came home saying his hand hurt—it’s all red!
[Turns out he scratched it pulling that thing off your daughter’s head.
[I haven’t even come to you about it, and here you are, acting all offended. Do you even have any shame?]
Reading the endless messages from her, I was dumbfounded.
I had never seen anyone so brazenly shameless!
I typed back without even thinking.
[Well, your parenting is certainly a revelation. Truly remarkable.
[Seems like there’s no point talking to you here. Let’s discuss this in person at the kindergarten tomorrow!]
But as soon as I hit send, her response came back even more brazenly, flaunting her status.
[You? Who do you think you are to talk to me?
[Do you even know who my son is?]
Right then, Daniel Parker’s mom jumped in, quick to support her.
[He’s the son of Hughes Clapham, the wealthiest man in the city!
[Evelina’s mom, you’d better apologize. Maybe they’ll forgive you if you’re lucky.]
Seeing that familiar name, I couldn’t help but laugh.
[When we all joined, didn’t we confirm each other’s identities?
[Hughes Clapham is my child’s father. Or is there a case of mistaken identity here?]
This time, Murray’s mother, sent a voice message.
Her shrill voice rang out through my phone.
[No mistake at all. We share the same husband!
[It’s just that I gave him a son, and you only have a daughter.]
I was so upset that my phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the table.
[What do you mean?] I typed back.
Sara sent an emoji first, then boldly revealed her identity.
[I’m Hughes’ mistress—but that’s about to change soon enough.]
Reading her message made my skin crawl.
Daniel’s mother chimed in immediately, ready to flatter her.
[Mistress? Who cares about that? Anyone who bears a son is practically a wife!]
Jeremy Hayden’s dad joined in. [Only someone as wealthy as Hughes Clapham could pull that off. Impressive!]
Then Andrew Tuttle’s mother added her voice, hoping to score points. [Sara, you’ve got real talent—you have a boy, and a strong one at that!
[You’re set for life now.]
I recognized each word, but somehow, seeing them strung together left me struggling to process the meaning.
Immediately after, Sara tagged me directly in the group chat.
[Technically, I should show you some respect.
[But you only gave Hughes a daughter and a disabled one at that.
[Meanwhile, I had a boy. Need I say more about who’s more valuable here?
[My son will be the heir of the Clapham family someday. But hey, if you get your daughter on her best behavior, I might just let her stay around in the future.]
I couldn’t hold back any longer and typed back furiously.
[Are you out of your mind?
[Do you really think I wouldn’t know if Hughes had a mistress?
[I’m here talking about my daughter—don’t bring up other stuff!]
Daniel’s mother immediately jumped in. [Isabel, it’s not too late to admit you were wrong.
[You’re all part of the same family, but her son is the firstborn heir, isn’t he?]
Andrew’s mom couldn’t resist adding: [Exactly. So you’re the wife. Big deal. All you have is a useless daughter, and you know as well as I do that you are never going to be respected for it.]
Their words, heartlessly discussing my daughter’s disability, made my whole body shake with anger.
Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and called my assistant.
“Look up everything you can on Daniel Parker and Andrew Tuttle’s families!”
The call ended, but new messages were popping up in the group.
Sara taunted: [I took your husband. My son damaging your daughter’s hearing device. What can you do about it?
[And consider what might happen if you cross me.
[Hughes would definitely leave you if I asked him to.]
Reading the enthusiastic messages cheering Sara on made me feel sick.
I was just about to respond when Ms. Lytton, Evelina’s teacher, called.
“Is this Isabel Quiller?”
I took a deep breath, trying to control my anger.
“Yes, this is she. I just wanted to understand—”
She cut me off sharply.
“I know this might not entirely be your fault,” she said.
“But let’s be clear. Do you even know who you’re dealing with?”
“What kind of person are you talking about?” I muttered, feeling speechless.
Ms. Lytton clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Look, I know both you and Sara are wives of the Clapham family’s sons.
“But don’t you understand who holds more weight here?
“Wealthy families have always favored sons, and let’s face it—your daughter has her own issues.
“So, tell me, what makes you think you stand a chance here?”
Her words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me nauseated.
If I didn’t have Hughes’ every move under careful watch, I might have actually wondered if he’d really betrayed me.
When I stayed silent, she took it as her cue to continue her “guidance.”
“Honestly, the best thing you could do is let this go.
“This is just kids playing around, right? He’s the Clapham heir. If he wants to roughhouse a little, who’s to stop him?
“Just think it over carefully.”
I finally snapped, my voice rising.
“Tomorrow morning, I want a face-to-face meeting with Sara.
“Please make it happen.”
I hung up, heart pounding, a throbbing pain building in my temples as fury and disbelief washed over me.
Before going to bed, I decided to cut off Hughes’ credit card.
Soon after, he called, sounding a bit cautious.
“Honey, my card’s not working. I was just about to buy Evelina a gift.”
I could barely contain my irritation.
“Oh? So you’re using my money to keep another daughter on the side, and you even had a son?”
There was a moment of confusion on the other end. “Honey, you’re accusing me of something here. What’s going on?”
Still fuming, I filled him in on everything that happened today.
He protested his innocence and assured me he’d booked a flight and would be home by tomorrow afternoon.
That night, I slept beside my daughter.
Her little cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were a bit swollen.
The more I thought about Sara’s dismissive attitude, the more I couldn’t sleep.
Early the next morning, the nanny came rushing in to tell me, “Evelina won’t put on her cochlear implant.”
A pang of sadness struck me as I entered her room, where I found her quietly wiping away tears.
When she saw me, she forced a smile.
“Mommy!”
I gently put the device on her. “Why aren’t you wearing it, sweetheart? Don’t you want to hear Mommy’s voice?”
Evelina bit her lip and shook her head. “I’m afraid he’ll stomp on this new one, too.”
It was clear that yesterday’s events had left her with an indelible scar.
If I didn’t handle this properly, she’d be reminded of yesterday every time she wore her cochlear implant.
I managed a small smile and gave her cheek a gentle squeeze.
“Don’t worry. Today, Mommy’s going to school with you to make sure you’re okay.”
After breakfast, I drove her to the kindergarten.
As we entered, I noticed a few parents already gathered at the door.
Ms. Lytton’s face darkened when she saw me.
She came right over. “Isabel, Sara is here too.
“I suggest you show some courtesy and apologize.”
I brushed past her, holding my daughter close, and walked into the small crowd.
I spotted Sara right away.
Despite it being early autumn, she was already wrapped in a fur coat, with flashy gold jewelry hanging around her neck and wrists.
She was basking in the attention of the other parents, her face beaming with pride.
“Sara, your skin looks so flawless. How do you do it?”
“Oh, that bracelet on your wrist must have cost quite a bit!”
I walked up to them, cutting into the conversation with a cold tone.
“So, you’re Murray’s mother, Sara Thomson?
“Where’s your son? Are you planning to explain what he did to my daughter yesterday?”
My words brought an instant chill to the atmosphere.
The other women, who had been chatting away, turned their attention to me.
To keep things professional, I was dressed in a tailored suit, and on my wrist was a simple watch with a Peppa Pig charm that Evelina loved.
They looked me over from head to toe and finally gave me a disdainful smile.
Sara crossed her arms and shot me a smug glance.
“Oh, you actually had the nerve to come here?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Your son was in the wrong. Why wouldn’t I come?”
She laughed, waving me off dismissively, and then pointed at my daughter.
“She’s just a disabled kid. My son bullied her, so what?”
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