Two years ago...
There was no joyful welcome. There were only about twenty people who formed their own camps. Some guests openly disliked the bride, Sandra Campbell, for being too modest and not from a wealthy background.
While there were also some guests didn't care about the wedding ceremony at all.
For example, her father, Kleinn Campbell. Her father did not pay any attention to her and was busy with his smartphone.
Her older brother, Harold Campbell, was chatting with his boyfriend.
Only Laura Smith and Ruth Vanessa, her two best friends since high school, were still willing to help and support her.
Sandra looked at her bridegroom with a smile on her lips. It was a dream for any woman in this world to marry the prince of their dreams.
She was no exception. The man standing beside her looked so perfect in formal attire. His brown hair was neatly styled, further enhancing the good looks on his face.
But those tanned eyes did not glance at her at all. His gaze was so empty, creating sadness in Sandra's heart. In the seconds after her inauguration as a married couple, she began to question her decision to accept this marriage proposal.
Was her decision the right one?
She looked down in the mouth as soon as the idea appeared in her mind. Her smile vanished, replaced by regret that seemed irreversible.
"Are you willing to spend the rest of your time with Miss Sandra Campbell? In sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, until death do you part?"
The man did not answer immediately. His lips pressed together before finally answering in a cold, flat tone.
"I will."
"All right," said the priest standing before them. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride now."
***
Sandra stared blankly at her laptop screen. She looked at the blank white sheet of her G****e Doc that had not been filled in by anything. The sound of birds chirping to enliven the morning could not make her mood more cheerful.
The morning sun sneaking into the dining room that transformed into her workspace also couldn't invite her out to enjoy the morning sunlight that would surely warm her body.
She had no such desire. It had been several months since her marriage to Andrew Flynn, but everything was empty. There was no married life as she had envisioned it. There was only boredom in the spacious villa.
"This is the key. This villa is your home now."
"Villa? Wait, you mean to leave me here alone?"
"Do you think I really want to marry you out of love? My grandmother forced me to do it. Don't think that you are my wife. Let's live our own lives."
Andrew's flat tone as he said it still lingered in her mind. Coupled with the mocking smile and a cold look in his eyes before leaving her in this place, everything was still engraved in her mind, carving a big wound in her heart.
That man never even visited her. There was not the slightest intention for Andrew to visit her. The only moments she could see Andrew were dinners and parties among the social elite.
Other than that, never.
If it wasn't for her father's foolish business management that nearly bankrupted him...
Had it not been for the offer from Stacey Flynn, Andrew's grandmother, who asked her to marry her grandson, Andrew Flynn, perhaps none of this would have happened.
There would have been only regret and emptiness. Was this the ideal life she dreamed of at the age of 27?
Compared to her real life, the lives of the characters in her novels are much more romantic and perfect.
Things that seemed impossible for her to get.
Once again, Sandra let out a long sigh. Just thinking about it made her sad.
"The perfect love life only exists in novels. In fiction stories, huh ..."
She reached for the glass, about to drink her coffee, before realizing that it was empty. She grumbled in annoyance, moved from her spot to the kitchen, and made a new coffee.
There was only one thing that made her survive this dull marriage; her novels. Her life as a novelist with a mysterious identity provided her with enough income to make ends meet.
After the wedding, she vowed not to use a penny of the money Andrew gave her or any of the things he gave her. This villa was the only one she used, simply because she didn't want to arouse Stacey's suspicions.
"Sandra!"
"Uwaa!!!"
She was so surprised that she almost spilled the coffee she had just brewed when someone hugged her from behind. She put down her coffee cup and then let go of the very familiar hug with a slightly irritated expression.
"Laura. I told you repeatedly not to do it," Sandra turned her body back, looking at Laura, who smiled contentedly at her. "It's a good thing the coffee didn't spill."
"So you're more concerned about the coffee than me?" Laura had a sad expression on her face.
Although they were the same age, Laura was shorter than her (she was 180 cm, while Laura was only 165 cm). In addition, Laura had a baby face and was supported by her childish nature, making her pass as a teenage girl.
"I'm already speechless," Sandra raised her hands and resigned. She walked back to the dining room, followed by Laura. "Why did you come?"
"Do I have to have a special reason to visit my best friend?" Laura puffed out her cheeks as she folded her arms in front of her chest, pretending to be annoyed.
"I'm not sure that's your reason," Sandra said, squinting her eyes. "I'm sure it's more than that."
Laura finally stopped pretending to be angry, pulling out a chair and sitting next to Sandra. "My intention was to check on your work progress. But seeing your G****e Doc that still hasn't been filled in, I think it's better if I postpone it."
"I'm sorry ..." Sandra said regretfully.
Laura does have a cute face. But behind her cute face, this woman manages to graduate from the Master's degree with the best title in literature, leading her to her dream job as a novel editor.
Laura was also the one who encouraged Sandra to pursue her career as a writer and sent her first manuscript to her father, who owned a book publishing company.
Laura's father, Claude Smith, immediately offered her to publish her first work without hesitation after reading it. Three months after she received the contract and her book was published, her debut novel was ranked as a bestseller in New York.
The Billionaire's Path to Revenge was the title of her debut novel. It was the story of a man who became the most prominent businessman in his city, only to take revenge on the wealthy family that killed his entire family. His plans start to falter when he realizes that he is in love with the daughter of his family's murderer.
Thanks to the sales of the book, which was still selling well and becoming famous, she did not have to worry about financial matters.
"No need to apologize," Laura patted her shoulder, then leaned towards Sandra. "Instead of that, I have an offer that might interest you."
"Hm?" Sandra pulled one eyebrow together, feeling both intrigued and curious. "You get my undivided attention. Shoot."
"Do you want to get out of your dull married life?"
"Eh?"
***
Andrew lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Two weeks had passed since he decided to stay in the villa his ex-wife used to live in. He even neglected his work, cutting himself off from the outside world.His mind was only on Sandra Campbell.He didn't know what was happening to her; he really didn't understand. The second time he stepped into this place and walked through room after room to understand the reason behind Sandra's sudden departure, he found no answers.When he entered Sandra's room for the second time, he found a wedding ring on the nightstand—something he had just realized. Apart from the wedding ring she left, he realized how empty the house was like there was no trace that anyone had ever lived in this house.Everything was so empty and hollow. It was exactly how he felt right now.When his grandmother asked him to marry Sandra Campbell, he was really upset. He decided not to care about her, simply because he thought that his grandmother had forced her to
Still not finding an answer to the question on his mind, Andrew decided to leave his place and go to the bathroom. As his feet were about to enter the bathroom, he passed by the wardrobe. One door opened, and he saw some monotonous women's clothes hanging neatly inside.In that instant, he realized where he was. He wasn't in his condo; he was in his wife's villa!Did it mean ...No, no, no! No fucking way, Andrew murmured in panic.Ignoring the dizziness that still overcame him, Andrew immediately turned his body backward, looking at the room he was in once again. He was pretty sure that Ethan had sent him home last night after seeing him already drunk, but why would his best friend bring him to this place?This must be a misunderstanding. The last time he visited this villa was on his wedding day. He gave this villa to his wife before he left that dull woman there.The next question was, where was his wife? Did she take the opportunity of his drunkenness to rape him?Rage overcame
Sandra reconsidered Laura's offer this morning. It was definitely not a bad offer. Leaving this dismal married life behind wouldn't hurt her. Andrew had never given her anything, so what was she thinking about?It was just too hard. What should she tell Stacey? What would Stacey do if she found out that she had decided to divorce Andrew?She had already agreed to marry Andrew in exchange for covering her father's debt, so this was definitely not a choice she could take lightly.But...Ding! Dong!There was a bell that broke Sandra's reverie. She raised her brow, astonished. There was never anyone who rang her doorbell late at night like this.Was it Laura? That seemed impossible. Laura had just left me three hours ago, and there was no way she was coming back now. There was nothing left behind or any reason to come back.Ruth? No, no. It was definitely not Ruth. Ruth was currently out of the area taking care of her new restaurant business, so she couldn't possibly be here.As for the
Andrew Flynn looked bored at the documents he was reading. In five minutes, he would be able to leave, so he was busy counting the seconds. He wanted to get home and go out with Patricia Margareth, the woman he'd been dating for two years.A knock on the door interrupted Andrew's reverie."Come in!"A man wore elegant glasses in formal attire that enhanced his handsome face and entered gracefully. His hand carried a black envelope with a white rose stamped on the body."Andrew," Ethan Nathaniel—the man's name—stopped his footsteps as soon as he arrived in front of Andrew. He handed the envelope to Andrew. "There's an invitation. It's from Mr. Jasper Willow.""Another invitation?"This month, he attended so many parties. But the party hosted by Jasper Willow was an exception; it was a golden ticket that could expand his business network and strengthen his status among the social elite.Clearly, this was an opportunity he could not afford to waste."Yes."Andrew let out a long breath. T
Two years ago...There was no joyful welcome. There were only about twenty people who formed their own camps. Some guests openly disliked the bride, Sandra Campbell, for being too modest and not from a wealthy background. While there were also some guests didn't care about the wedding ceremony at all.For example, her father, Kleinn Campbell. Her father did not pay any attention to her and was busy with his smartphone. Her older brother, Harold Campbell, was chatting with his boyfriend.Only Laura Smith and Ruth Vanessa, her two best friends since high school, were still willing to help and support her.Sandra looked at her bridegroom with a smile on her lips. It was a dream for any woman in this world to marry the prince of their dreams.She was no exception. The man standing beside her looked so perfect in formal attire. His brown hair was neatly styled, further enhancing the good looks on his face.But those tanned eyes did not glance at her at all. His gaze was so empty, creatin