LOGINSarah finally released her grip. Slowly, her fingers let go one by one from Ronan's wrist, as if releasing a burden she had carried alone for so long. She stepped back half a step, her breath still trembling, but her eyes now looked straight at her husband."Why don't you just kill me now?" Sarah said quietly, her voice flat but piercing. "Do I need to go to the kitchen first and get a knife so you can finish it? It would be easier, right? Instead of having to keep holding back your anger like this."Ronan was still glaring, his face red with blazing anger. The veins in his neck stood out, his hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white. He opened his mouth, but the words did not immediately come out. There was something in Sarah's gaze that made him fall silent for a moment, not fear anymore, but deep exhaustion, exhaustion that had already gone beyond its limit.Sarah continued, her voice still low, but every word felt like a stab. "When you cheated and slept with your gi
Sarah stared at the two men in front of her, her breath still uneven. That second felt frozen. Ronan, his face flushed with restrained anger, suddenly smiled. A cold smile, full of mockery."Do not teach another man's wife to leave in front of her husband, Mr. Alex," Ronan said slowly, but loud enough to be heard by the guests who had begun to approach. "What you are doing is an extremely disrespectful act. How could you dare invite someone's wife to leave while her husband is still standing right beside her? Who do you think you are?"Alex opened his mouth to respond, but Ronan stepped forward first. His hand grabbed Alex's collar roughly, pulling him closer until their faces were only a few centimeters apart. "Do you want to try that again?" Ronan hissed, his voice low but threatening. "I can make you regret it tonight."The atmosphere instantly became tense. Several guests stopped talking, their eyes fixed on the three of them. Whispers began to spread. "That is Ronan Vexler, right
“I see it now,” Alex continued, his voice trembling as he held back his anger. “With my own eyes. You are abusing your wife.” Ronan was startled. Instinctively, his hand released the pinch at once, as if burned. Sarah pulled her arm back to her chest, her fingers trembling as she rubbed the aching spot. “Were you following me?” Ronan snapped, his face flushing red. “How dare you stalk us!” His voice rose, loud enough to make several guests in the distance turn their heads, though they were still too far away to fully understand the situation. “That’s illegal,” Ronan added quickly, trying to regain control. “You followed us! We’re husband and wife. This is a private matter!” Alex stepped forward one pace. “You’re forgetting one thing, Ronan,” he said coldly. “This is a public banquet. I wasn’t following anyone. I simply saw a woman being hurt right in front of my eyes.” He glanced briefly at Sarah, then looked back at Ronan. “You’re extremely rough with your wife. Something is cl
“What are you doing to my wife?” he snapped, his piercing gaze locked onto Alex. Sarah flinched. Her body trembled even more as she was pulled. Her breath caught, and instinctively she folded both arms in front of her chest and lowered her head, trying to calm herself. But the shaking would not stop. Ever since Ronan’s slap earlier, her body seemed to have lost all control. Alex raised both hands, his palms open. “No,” he said quickly but calmly. “I’m not doing anything. I was just trying to help your wife. Look at her. She’s shaking.” Ronan snorted, glanced briefly at Sarah, then looked back at Alex with a cold, fabricated smile. “Oh, that?” he said lightly, as if this were nothing more than a small misunderstanding. “That’s because she’s hungry. She hasn’t eaten dinner yet.” Sarah lifted her face slightly, startled. Ronan continued without giving her any chance to object. “We were actually planning to eat and enjoy the banquet,” he went on, his tone sounding convincing. “B
Sarah straightened her back, even though the throbbing pain in her cheek still pulsed like waves that refused to recede. Her eyes met Ronan’s directly, as she tried to gather whatever courage she had left. “I don’t have any kind of relationship with him,” she said at last, her voice low yet firm. “We’re just friends. That’s all.” Ronan let out a short laugh, humorless. There was a sharp note of sarcasm in it. “I don’t care,” he said coldly. “I still don’t like it. Stay away from him.” Sarah frowned. “Why?” she shot back. “Am I not allowed to have friends?” Ronan’s gaze hardened. His jaw clenched, the vein at his temple tightening. “No,” he said without hesitation. “You are not allowed to be friends with that man!” That possessive tone made Sarah’s chest feel tight. She drew in a breath, then smiled faintly—a smile that looked more like a challenge. “Why?” she asked softly. “Is it because he’s richer than you?” The words had barely landed when Ronan moved. SLAP! The sou
Alex greeted Sarah the moment their eyes met. His smile appeared naturally, different from the polite smile he gave to other guests. There was real warmth in it, as if the grand room suddenly shrank until only the distance between the two of them existed.“Sarah,” he said lightly, then without hesitation, he reached out his hand first.The gesture was simple, yet it was enough to make Sarah freeze for a moment. Instinctively, she glanced to the side, toward Ronan.Ronan’s jaw tightened, his gaze sharpening. He clearly did not like what he was seeing. There was restrained anger in his expression, cold but pressing, as if the grip of his hand on Sarah’s arm was meant to remind her of her place and her role tonight.Sarah took a slow breath. Refusing Alex’s handshake would look rude, even suspicious, especially in front of so many important eyes. With a trained, thin smile, she finally reached out and shook Alex’s hand.“Hi,” Alex said, his smile widening. “I did not expect to see you he
Sarah sat on the bedroom floor after Ronan left her alone. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the wide wing of the house. Her body shook violently, her lips were bleeding, her cheeks burned with swelling, and her left arm still ached from Ronan’s grip.She could only cry. Tears fell
The next day, exactly on the appointed night, Sarah stood in front of the mirror in the Vexler family guest room. A long dark-colored gown wrapped her body elegantly, chosen by one of Madam Vexler’s assistants without asking for her opinion. Her hair was neatly styled, her face lightly made up, jus
In the cold guest room that felt far too large to be called a place of rest, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed with her back straight, even though her body felt broken from the inside. The bedside lamp glowed dimly, reflecting her shadow in a small mirror in the corner of the room. The face staring
Ronan let out a light sigh, as if Sarah were the one asking too many questions. He looked at her with an expression of patience that felt forced.“Because those are two different things,” he replied calmly.Sarah looked at him, confused.“You are my wife,” Ronan continued. “The mother of my child.







