MasukWith a bag of vegetables gifted by the previous tenant in hand, I was on my way to collect rent from the third household when I unexpectedly ran into someone at the entrance of the community. The man frowned, his eyes fixed on the vegetables I carried, as though he couldn't fathom how I had ended up like this after leaving him. Following his gaze, I instinctively shifted the vegetables behind my back. My eyes dropped to the muddy water on the pavement, and I never would have imagined bumping into my ex-boyfriend—the one who had grown up with a silver spoon—in this aging neighborhood. He noticed my movement, and for a moment, something flickered in his expression: a mix of pity and recognition. "Since you've already learned your lesson," he said, "come back with me." At his words, I instinctively stepped back half a pace. "Who said I'm going back with you?" My rejection seemed to sting, darkening his face. "I know you're still blaming me for giving Rachel a child," he muttered, "but it's been three years. Isn't it time to stop? As long as you come back, we can be the same as before." Three years, huh? How quickly time had passed. Thinking of my little girl at home, still babbling her first words, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. "Let's leave it at that. Go home and live your life with Rachel. My daughter's waiting for me to go back and make her food."
Lihat lebih banyakThe knife was something Steve had picked up from a convenience store near the airport. Its blade glinted with cold light."Rachel!" His voice rasped raw. "Give me back my money!"Rachel shrieked, darting behind the foreigner. "Steve? What are you doing here? Alen, get him out!"The foreigner frowned and stepped forward, trying to shove Steve aside."Who the hell are you? Get out!"But Steve ignored him. His eyes were fixed only on Rachel's deceitful face. He thought of how he had turned against Cassidy for her, how he had abandoned their wedding for her, how he had squandered his entire fortune—all for her—only to be discarded like an empty wallet.Rage exploded in his skull like fire."Give it back!"He raised the knife and lunged past the foreigner toward her.Rachel screamed and shoved him away in terror."You're insane! That money is mine! You're nothing but trash!""Trash?" Steve laughed, the sound cracked, broken, and wet with tears. "I became broke for you, and you us
Half of Steve's hair had gone gray. He camped outside our company building every day, dropping to his knees whenever he saw me."Cassidy, for the sake of our ten years together, please… talk to Mr. Becker for me!" he begged.I walked past him with our daughter in my hand, my heels stepping on the back of his outstretched hand. He gasped from the pain; I felt nothing at all. Ten years? When he ran off with Rachel, did he ever think about those ten years? When Rachel smashed my family heirloom, did he care about ten years then? Now he comes begging? Too late.Lawrence moved faster than I expected. He only mentioned at a board meeting, in passing, that "Spencer Group's credit is questionable," and within half a month, the court had sealed Steve's company. On the day of the bankruptcy liquidation, Steve stood in his rumpled suit before the office building that used to belong to him and watched an excavator tear down the company sign, then suddenly collapsed into a wail.But what
"Let me get this straight," I said. "You parade your mistress in here to beg my husband for money, and you have the audacity to ask me to come work as a maid in your house?"Steve's face cycled from a blotchy, embarrassed red to a ghostly white. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out, choked by his own impotent fury."That wasn't enough, was it?" I continued, my voice rising, sharp and clear, finally releasing the poison I'd carried for three years. "You took Rachel out for a romantic dinner on our ten-year anniversary and even ditched me in the garage!"You didn't even ask about the pendant I gave you. Rachel smashed it and you didn't care, you only asked if her hand was okay!"Rachel shrieked beside him. "That was his choice—he did it of his own free will!""Shut up!" I spun and glared at her. "When you ran off with him on our wedding day, did you call it voluntary then?"Steve collapsed to his knees with a wet thud, mud splashing up my trouser leg."Cassidy, I was
The moment my children saw my face, their eyes turned red."Mommy's face is all red!"My eldest reached out with her chubby little hand, fingertips brushing against my swollen cheek. At once, she burst into tears."Did bad people hit you, Mommy?"My younger one's mouth quivered, fat teardrops rolling down and soaking my clothes."Does it hurt, Mommy? Does it hurt?"Both clung to my legs, sobbing so hard their small bodies shook like leaves caught in the wind.Lawrence rushed over in a few long strides, his tailored suit wrinkled from the haste. He crouched in front of me, hands cupping my face with a tenderness as if I were fragile porcelain. Yet in his eyes, a fire burned fierce enough to reduce men to ash."Who did this?"His voice was like steel drenched in ice, veins pulsing angrily at his temple.Steve had the audacity to step forward, forcing a smile as he bowed obsequiously."Mr. Becker, please don't misunderstand. She used to be our family's maid. Perhaps she worked
The moment I said that, Steve's face darkened."Cassidy, who the heck do you think you are to comment on my business?"Before I could respond, Rachel suddenly gasped, pointing at my clothes."Steve, look—her outfit… it looks like it's from the Becker family."She wasn't wrong. The Becker family's clothes were always custom-tailored, each hem stitched with a discreet little "Becker."At her words, Steve's expression grew uglier. His gaze swept over me, sharp and mocking."No wonder you turned your nose up at the job I offered. So you've climbed your way into the Becker household. Is being their servant better than serving mine?"His voice dripped with spite."In that case, I'll give you a chance. Bring us into the Becker residence, and I'll give you what you've always wanted. We'll finish that wedding we never had. I know it's your life's biggest regret, isn't it?"A laugh escaped me.So, he still didn't know.The day he ran off with Rachel, I had called Lawrence and finished
"The pendant doesn't matter. Rachel, is your hand all right?"In the next instant, he snatched up his bag and bolted for the door."Rachel, don't touch it! Wait for me. I'll be home right away!"I reached out and grabbed his arm. "What pendant? Was it the one I gave you?"My eyes brimmed with desperation, but Steve had no patience for my emotions. "Don't ask so much!"With that, he dashed into the pouring rain without sparing me a glance.Memories of that pendant surged in my mind, and I looked at him with a gaze turned ice-cold.He flipped open the box.Inside lay the emerald pendant my adoptive parents had left me—our token of love. But now it was shattered into eight pieces, beyond repair.Steve cleared his throat softly, as if only then remembering that Rachel had broken the pendant long ago. He reached for my hand with practiced ease."Cassidy, it's just a pendant. If you come back with me, I'll buy you ten more to replace it."And that was it—that's how he'd always tre












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