Bearing the soreness throughout her body, kimberly got out of bed to wash and dress. She turned on her phone and messages from her secretary, Sally, popped up one after another.
She had a full schedule today but had slept in, delaying many things. Truly, one must not indulge excessively.
Entering the walk-in closet, she saw kiss marks that she couldn't fully cover, scattered all over her body. She clicked her tongue in mild annoyance. The man John had found for her was good in every aspect, but he hadn't been gentle with his kisses, leaving her covered in red marks.
Today she was supposed to attend a charity party, which meant that any off-shoulder dresses were out of the question. She would have to ask Sally to select another haute couture dress that had been previously chosen.
Her delicate hand skimmed over the various dresses still bearing their tags in the wardrobe until she picked out a custom-made suit that covered the marks on her body just right. For the marks on her neck that she couldn't hide, she tied a silk scarf.
Facing the cabinet full of luxury bags, she suddenly remembered the belt from yesterday and reached for the latest model of the Hermès Birkin.
Stepping out in delicate high heels, Kimberly felt unusually awkward walking, as if her legs didn't belong to her.
She had called her driver before leaving the house, and in less than two minutes, he had pulled up to the door and came running to open the car door for her.
Kimberly returned to her company and dove into a busy day's work.
She attended several meetings, big and small, and didn't even have time for lunch before she had to get styled, change into a gown, and make a dash for the afternoon charity event.
She always preferred dresses that were bright and generous, showing off her beautiful collarbone and elegant, fair neck. It was the first time she wore a style that covered up to her neck.
Sally really had her work cut out for her to find this outfit.
She arrived at the party, which had already begun.
The attendees were acquaintances from the same social circle, giving mutual support and exchanging pleasantries. Her face almost stiffened from all the smiling.
Everyone's expression changed subtly when they saw her, carefully avoiding asking why she didn't come with Steven.
However, there were always those who lacked tact. A director's wife from a partner company loudly greeted her, "Mrs. Smith, it's been a while. I just saw Mr. Smith with that movie star. Did I see wrong? There's no trouble between you two, right?"
Kimberly's brows knitted at the question. Steven never attended these kinds of events; he typically sent an assistant instead. She hadn't expected him to be here today.
She was somewhat dissatisfied with Mrs. Gao's probing. Didn't everyone else see? They all knew what to say and what not to. Mrs. Gao was famously gossipy and couldn't keep a secret. If she found out about Kimberly's divorce from Steven, everyone would know by the next day.
Moreover, Kimberly was representing the Wilson family enterprise at this event. To be called by her exhusband's surname, especially when she currently detested the title "Mrs. Smith," was aggravating. Her liking for the title in the past was now matched by her current dislike.
In the world of fame and fortune, her displeasure was fleeting, replaced by a practiced charm.
With a radiant smile, she replied, "Mrs. Gao, are you accompanying Mr. Gao today? I envy you for being able to be a full-time wife. Unlike me, who has to handle such a large business, I'm always busy. I originally asked Miss Jennifer to accompany my husband to the party. But when it comes to charity, contributing a little means a lot. Wilson's has always been attentive to Down syndrome pediatric patients and should undertake its social responsibilities. That's why I made time to attend. My husband probably doesn't know I'm here yet. I'll go give him a surprise."
She looked around and asked, "Mrs. Gao, where did you see my husband just now? I'm going to find him."
Mrs. Gao, though a full-time wife, always feared her husband's infidelity and clung to any event he attended, despite not understanding business matters.
Faced with Kimberly's sharp-tongued response, Mrs. Gao's expression was not very pleasant, but she maintained a forced smile, "I just saw Mr. Smith with the president of Garcia."
Kimberly smiled, her dimples making her look exceptionally charming, "Mrs. Gao, then I'll excuse myself. We should have afternoon tea together another day."
Turning around, Kimberly's expression darkened.
She and Steven's issues were well known within their circle; Steven had an affair with a popular actress, and now he was brazenly attending events with his mistress, as if eager for everyone to know they were divorced. He had promised her that their families wouldn't find out about their separation yet, but now he seemed in a hurry to give his mistress status, perhaps fearing she would feel aggrieved.
Did he even remember his promise to her? Or was he so intent on embarrassing her now? She had relinquished her position as his wife; couldn't they maintain appearances for a little while longer?
Her clear, doe-like eyes scanned the large hall, and over the heads of many guests, she spotted him—Steven, casually seated on a sofa surrounded by executives from various companies, exuding ease. Jennifer was wearing a deep-V evening gown, seated next to him with a coquettish smile, trembling with laughter at their conversation.
Her gaze then drifted to a man sitting not far from Steven to Samuel, the president of Garcia, dressed in a black suit with his long legs crossed, sitting back in the sofa. His hands, defined and graceful, held a glass of wine, his entire demeanor exuding a noble coldness, with a strikingly beautiful woman seated beside him.
Feeling her stare, Samuel suddenly looked up at her. Their eyes met, and a jolt went through Kimberly, but before she could react, Samuel indifferently looked away.
She frowned. Samuel was also here—perhaps today really wasn't a good day to go out. She always encountered unsavory situations around him, Steven's friend who never had a pleasant expression for her. He acted so high and mighty, as if she had wronged him somehow, always wearing that sour face. No matter how handsome, he was hard to like.
His cold and disagreeable temperament alone was enough to trouble anyone; she even felt a bit of sympathy for his future wife.
Kimberly took a deep breath, let it out, and mustered a smile. Her eyes curved like crescents, radiating a warmth that lifted spirits. She picked up her handbag and, in her high heels, sashayed over to where they were.
She maneuvered behind the sofa and leaned over Steven, resting her delicate chin on his broad shoulder, and in a voice loud enough for all to hear, said in a soft, tender manner, "Honey, I was delayed, but I haven't missed it, have I?"
Steven had noticed her from the moment she entered the hall but deliberately ignored her.
She had moved out of their villa and even hung up on him, which irked him somewhat. However, at this moment, he felt an odd sense of comfort from her presence.
Kimberly had this magnetic power—she could easily coax anyone with little effort. Yet with him, she always chose the most stubborn approach. A few soft words would achieve her goal, but she always wanted to stand tough, trying to control him, always opposing him.
Steven didn't reply, instead, he nonchalantly took a sip of his drink, seemingly aiming to embarrass her.
With her arm around him, Kimberly leaned closer, whispering in his ear so that only the two of them could hear, "We had an agreement not to let others know about our divorce just yet. You should keep your word."
Steven glanced at the wedding ring on her pale, jade-like ring finger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said leisurely, "You're not late, take a seat."The ones by Steven's side had already vacated the spot next to him, but Jennifer's face looked displeased, firmly seated on the other side of him like a mountain.It was not until she sat down that Steven noticed her attire. Over the years, he had come to understand Kimberly to some extent. She always loved to look her best. Even in the bitter cold of winter, she would wear short skirts and long boots, preferring to shiver than put on an extra pair of leggings. After starting work, she insisted on torturing herself with sky-high heels, even if they caused her blisters.There was one time he couldn't stand to watch her suffer, and he himself applied a bandage for her.She was beautiful with a great figure and always stood out wherever she went. But today's outfit was really not her style, a long-sleeved, high-necked dress with
Including this family banquet, this was their third meeting this month.The Smith family was unlike hers, which was cold and quiet with only her and her grandfather. On the contrary, the Smith family was a large clan, lively and bustling, as soon as she entered the door, with almost everyone present. It was rare for them to gather so wholly.As soon as she entered, she handed out the various gifts she had bought for the Smith family members, acting as warmly as if they had never divorced.Upon seeing her with his chubby little arms outstretched, Steven's little nephew clamored for a hug, "Auntie, hug." Kimberly's heart melted instantly, and she picked him up and kissed his cheek, saying, "How can you be so adorable?"Steven arrived unusually early today, even before her, which was not typical. Because of his busy work, he usually came after the banquet had started, either midway or even towards the end, barely managing to make an appearance.Seeing Steven, she greeted him with a radia
Kimberly walked home, feeling a headache just thinking about her grandfather.After a busy day, she only felt exhausted once she was home. As she was changing her shoes, she had an ominous premonition.Sure enough, before she could even take a pregnancy test, her period arrived right on schedule.Kimberly was silent for a long time before calling John."It didn't work. Tell him to come again during my ovulation period."John's voice was calm, "Okay, Ms. Kimberly."Not getting pregnant on the first try was normal; Kimberly didn't dwell on it.Since her divorce, she has become more open-minded. Previously, she was always afraid of losing Steven, like a sword hanging over her head, constantly worrying about it falling. But when she lost him, she breathed a sigh of relief, no longer paying attention to anyone else and focusing entirely on her work.In just one month, she had secured several significant deals for Wilson's company.She increasingly felt that her decision to have a child, ev
Kimberly was getting frustrated, especially with her grandfather about to return and her task still uncompleted.It seemed the problem lay with the man John had found for her, unable to achieve pregnancy despite their frequent encounters.Doubting the situation, she even went to the hospital for a check-up and found no issues. This meant the problem must be with him. With such poor performance, he still dared to be late.John was sweating bullets on the other end. "Several clients in one night?"The client had asked him to come over in the middle of the night, not because he was out seeing others but because he had been on a business trip. He had rushed back overnight, delayed by some matters, and was currently on a plane.Kimberly was somewhat displeased. "Forget it, forget it. I don't need him anymore. Find someone else better than him."John was almost sweating profusely. How could he dare to find another man for his boss's lady? He didn't want to die."This one is currently the be
At midnight, the luxurious private room's door was pushed open, and the revelry inside continued unabated.When Steven entered, several business executives who had gotten in through Ethan’s connections immediately flocked to him to greet him.Ethan, somewhat intoxicated, said to those beside him, "See, I told you about Smith's Group CEO Steven. He wouldn't ignore me, right?"Steven glanced at the 36 missed calls on his phone that had practically forced him to come here.He had thought there was some emergency and reluctantly drove over, only to find it was just Ethan causing trouble.Steven, trying to contain his temper, resisted the urge to throw this troublemaker out.He nudged Ethan’s legs, sprawled in the way, with his toe. "You're not dead yet. I'll call someone to pick you up.""Steven, we've been playing together since we were kids. I’m the least successful among us. My father thinks I'm a screw-up and has stopped all my credit cards."Hearing this, Steven's eyes narrowed, and
Dawn Breaks BrightlyExhausted, Kimberly struggled to rise, propping a pillow under herself following online tutorials, aiming to increase her chances of pregnancy. Determined to achieve her goals, she had initially contemplated having a child to appease her grandfather but now considered it the best choice to have a child without marriage.She was pleasantly surprised to receive a message in the morning at her office from her close friend Evelyn announcing her return on the 19th. Kimberly had missed Evelyn deeply, not having seen her for two years. She immediately arranged for her assistant to clear her schedule for the 19th to welcome her friend.The assistant entered with a peculiar expression, hesitatingly informing Kimberly, "Ms Wilson, the chairman, is also returning this month."Kimberly was startled, asking in disbelief, "My grandfather is coming back this month. How come I wasn't informed?"Caught in a dilemma, the assistant revealed, "The chairman was furious upon hearing so
Ethan couldn't help but speak, "Steve, you're making it too obvious. If you want to coax your wife, do it at home. Are you two colluding to cheat at this game?"Instead of getting angry, Steven laughed and retorted, "Don't try to weasel out of it. Pay up."When Steven joked or got angry, he always had a carefree charisma, like the sun's full glory.Kimberly used to look up to him, loving his proud and unrestrained nature. Every action of his tugged at her heart, yet he never truly settled down for her, only wasting her time.Whenever she was about to give up, he would stir her emotions again. But this time was different from the past; she had been resolute, leaving no way back for herself.Kimberly's gaze turned cold. Without touching the food in the private room, she stood up and said to Evelyn, "I’m leaving first. I'll treat you tomorrow."Steven watched her leave, his smile fading and his brows furrowing as he stared at her slender figure disappearing outside the room.Ethan nudged
Kimberly stood up and approached the men for selection.Indeed, they were all of high quality, and she experienced the joy Steven must have felt at this moment.She realized how naive she had been before. Once someone has experienced such worldly pleasures, how can they return to their bland, unexciting life? She had been too demanding of him.She looked at one of the men, a handsome young guy with precise eyebrows and bright eyes, and asked, "Have you served other clients before?"His face blushed to the roots of his ears as he lowered his gaze and answered, "No.""Good, you're the one then. If you satisfy me, I'll double your pay."A fleeting joy crossed the young man's face. He hadn't expected to be chosen. He sneakily glanced at Kimberly's lovely face.His ears turned even redder. The girl standing before him was slender and tall with an excellent figure. She was stunningly beautiful, and her smile, with two shallow dimples at her lips, was enchanting – innocent and seductive. He