LOGINAnna’s words were sharp, leaving neither of them any face.Forrest and Randall were similar in nature, but at least Randall had never touched Xandra—his concern was genuine. Forrest, however, had let Laura become his lover without being able to protect her, almost putting her in danger.“I love Laura with all my heart. Everyone in the circle knows I have no feelings for Qualia. I—”“Slap!”The cup Lorenzo had just handed Anna shattered on the floor as she slammed it down. The sound of porcelain breaking pierced the tense air.Anna&rsquo
Anna’s words left Forrest silent. He was already realizing his mistakes. Randall spoke up, measured but tense.“Mrs. Caldwell, every situation is different. Xandra and I had some misunderstandings, but I have never been disrespectful or negligent toward her. She’s innocent and easily misled; she left in a fit of anger. I’m genuinely worried about her surviving out there. Can you understand my concern?”Forrest bristled. “Mr. Davidson, get to the point. Why are you throwing shade at me? I was sincere with Laura. I had to engage in that marriage because of family obligations. And you—if you’re truly so honorable—why not either let Xandra go or formally propose to her? Why leave things messy? In essence, your
Everyone knew Laura had been wronged. She was just trying to have a normal relationship, yet her boyfriend suddenly announced an engagement to someone else. Overnight, she became the so-called shameless mistress, the “temptress” in everyone else’s eyes.Forrest knew he had wronged her. But he had never truly seen things from Laura’s perspective—not once had he felt the weight of how cruel others could be. Even a stranger like Valerie had treated her with such disdain and hostility.In New York, with the Nelsen family and their circle, all the onlookers and gossipers—how would they demean Laura? The pressure and humiliation she endured were beyond what Forrest could imagine. She had once been a privileged heiress, yet because
Forrest opened his bleary eyes and saw Randall in a suit standing before him—not Laura.“Mr. Davidson… why is it you?”Randall’s temper was already fraying. He had no patience for small talk. “Where’s Laura?”Hearing her name, Forrest’s eyes reddened slightly, the alcohol still clouding his mind. “She… she’s gone.”“Gone?” Randall’s unease deepened.Forrest pushed himself off Randall, plopped down on the sofa, and grabbed a bottle of brandy. Noticing it was empty, he snatched anoth
Anna believed his words. At first, she had found it odd—if Lucas was supposed to marry into the Whitmore family, he was too immature. The most suitable candidate would have been his uncle, who was practically invisible to the public. Otherwise, the Caldwell family wouldn’t have let Lucas take part in the marriage alliance.Anna was quietly relieved—it was lucky it was Lorenzo.“Lorenzo, I think I’m luckier than Laura and Xandra,” Anna murmured, leaning into his chest.Thinking back on everything, it felt like a dream. She had spent three years with Lucas without ever considering children. Then Lorenzo appeared like a miracle. She not only chose a sudden marriage,
Forrest opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. His chest tightened painfully.Forrest,By the time you read this, I will have already left. I’m sorry for deceiving you, but I cannot accept your offer—being with you without any official status.Honestly, at first I didn’t like you. I even thought you were no different from the other playboys. When you saved me in the nightclub, I only saw you as a benefactor. But over the years, I’ve fallen for you, little by little.I know now that my position does not match yours. Every time you coaxed me to call you “husband,” I resisted because I knew
Lily let out a cold laugh. “Who do you think you are? I don’t regret anything I’ve done.”With that, she tur
The moment Brenda, who doted on her younger brother, heard something had happened to him, her legs gave out. She nearly collapsed on the spot.
Seeing this scene, Lucas felt his heart crack. He knew Anna—stern, decisive, unyielding.Otherwise, she wouldn’t have en
Anna reached out and touched his forehead—no fever. Again.What kind of constitution did this man have? No medicine, no fuss,







