Mag-log inAiden snorted without elaborating."Sonia filed for divorce," Lucas whispered."Like she has the right!" Aiden scoffed. "She thinks if the first hearing doesn't grant the divorce, she can keep me on a leash? Guess what? When we get to court, I'll agree right away. Let's see how she likes it!"Lucas tried to calm him. "Come on, Sonia is such a good person.""Would a good person suddenly file for divorce? Doesn't she know who's been feeding her all these years?" Aiden ranted. "The women outside are falling over themselves to please me. She only ever gives me a cold shoulder. I've spoiled her too much!"He took a deep breath and added, "Forget it. Let's get the meeting started."The meeting dragged on all afternoon as they discussed how to get through the crisis. Last year, they had expanded into a new business line that was still being bankrolled by the old one.If core profits dropped, the new division would collapse. The millions they had invested would go down the drain. Worse,
Rebecca picked it up, realizing it was a paper crane.Her heart gave a small, painful lurch as old memories stirred. "Has he figured it out?"This crane wasn't made from the same paper she had used back then. It looked brand new.She carefully unfolded it. Inside was a note in Vance's familiar handwriting: [Becky, may you always be happy and safe.]It seemed he had learned about the paper cranes and the volunteer work she had done for his grandmother. But what did it matter now? They didn't have any relationships anymore.She had been long done with him. If she had received this note at any point in the past 12 years, she would have been overjoyed.Now it was far too late. Belated affection meant nothing, and besides, she wasn't even sure if this counted as affection, but it was certainly cheap.She dropped the crane into the trash and closed the suitcase lid. Gabriel laughed behind her, causing her to spin around and glare.He spread his hands, grinning. "Everyone says I only
Rebecca stared at the bank alert on her phone, but she didn't even bother counting the zeros anymore. Twelve years of love and five years of marriage had been exchanged for this long string of numbers.She had no idea what she would do differently if she could go back in time, but there were no do-overs in life. She could only keep moving forward.As she held her phone, Gabriel came down the stairs. "Vance is outside. Says he has some things to give you. Want to see him, or should I handle it?"She blinked, wondering how he had found out."You blocked him, remember?" Gabriel explained. "He called the lawyer, who then informed me.""You go," she said."Alright." He nodded and stepped outside.Vance sat in his car, nervously watching the path Rebecca would have to take. Instead, Gabriel walked out.He gave a bitter smile, realizing she didn't want to see him after all. He had expected as much. He got out and greeted Gabriel, who waved dismissively. "No need for pleasantries. Just
True to his words, Vance was moving out.After finishing what he needed to do that morning and at lunch, he called a moving company and had them empty the entire marital home he had shared with Rebecca.There were plenty of expensive items inside—appliances, décor, and kitchenware. When the movers asked what to take, he told them to leave it all behind.He stood in the middle of the house and saw traces of Rebecca's life everywhere. She had been with him for five years, embedding herself into every corner of his existence and pinning her whole future on him."I'll pack this room myself," he said hoarsely. "You handle the rest."In the end, he was the one carefully boxing up Rebecca's things while the movers stood around awkwardly.He blinked. "Are you guys done?""Uh, you told us to leave everything," one mover explained.He froze, then sighed. "Give me a few minutes. There should be snacks and drinks in the kitchen. Help yourselves."The movers exchanged confused glances, eag
It read: [Mrs. Bradford Sr., please get better. Vance only has you now.]It was Rebecca's distinctive style—plump, round letters that always looked innocently cute. It was nothing like Catherine's sharp script.Staring at the two slips of paper side by side, he felt his heart drop, sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless abyss. He had lost far more than he had ever imagined.He finally broke down sobbing. "Rebecca, I'm so sorry."He sat motionless in the silent office. The whole world felt eerily quiet. If this could be the end of time, it would have been a mercy.He no longer looked forward to another sunrise. But the night dragged on—endless and black, just like his life.He stayed there without moving until morning, when Aiden and Catherine arrived."Vance, did you spend the whole night here?" Catherine burst in, then spotted the papers in his hand.Before she could get a closer look, he slipped them away.His shirt collar hung open, dark stubble shadowed his jaw, and d
Darren's parents had grown used to Vance's visits.The moment he stepped inside, they welcomed him warmly. The comforting aroma of dinner drifted from the kitchen.On the way, he had stopped at the neighborhood supermarket and bought bags of fresh vegetables and fruit.The couple thanked them profusely. "From now on, treat this place like your own home."His eyes stung with unshed tears. Starting today, he truly had no home left and had nowhere else to go. He had given away every property and left himself no backup plan.They invited him to stay for dinner, and he didn't refuse. He ate with them, helped wash the dishes, and then sat chatting with them until it grew dark.His face gradually turned blank. The couple sensed something was wrong and asked what was bothering him.The rims of his eyes reddened, and he told them the truth: he was homeless. The couple sighed but didn't press for details. They simply told him to stay for the night.Vance knew he was imposing and couldn't
"Vance, say something about the snake you married!" Aiden shouted.Vance touched the stinging scratches on his face, then stepped forward. "Let's not get sidetracked. What do you want, Rebecca? Name your price.""Yeah," Catherine chimed in, moving closer, "Lucas is right. Your footage probably won
Rebecca had thought the pain was behind her. But she underestimated the wounds this relationship had inflicted on her.Vance had known everything and remembered every detail. Yes, she had once harbored a secret crush on him, but she had never planned to act on it.When she asked him to tutor her,
A question burned in Rebecca's mind. In the rehab room, had Vance really stopped her because he saw how much pain she was in, or had he only wanted to drag her out so he could beg her to drop the case against Catherine?She didn't ask. The answer was obvious. He hadn't even bothered to check whethe
Rebecca was utterly powerless against his hold."What exactly is she doing?" Vance demanded, a storm brewing in his eyes."It's rehabilitation," the nurse replied.Vance's frown deepened. "Rehabilitation? What kind of rehab leaves a person like this? Is this healing or torture?""Vance!" Rebecca







