LOGINIt was our seventh anniversary. Christopher Quinton proposed to me with nothing but a ring pull. He got his true love a house. When I said no, he rebuked me like I was some sort of gold digger. "I thought my love for you was worth more than anything money could buy. I only got Rachel that house to pay her back for all she did for me. I can't believe you thought I still loved her. You disappoint me." I broke up with him and tossed the ring pull into the bin. Then, I walked off. The next day, Christopher took away my position as VP and told everyone he was getting engaged to Rachel. … Five years later, we ran into each other at a charity horserace. He was a successful businessman, and the woman beside him was Rachel, all dressed in custom-made clothes. I was dressed in janitor attire and stuffing plastic bottles into my woven bag. He mocked, "Look at you, Queenie Dean. Scavenging for a living. Bet you didn't see this coming when you ditched me, did you?" I ignored him. My son had run off, and I had to look for him. The boy noticed the plastic bottles that were strewn across the ground, and he insisted that we stay back to finish his social practice activity here.
View MoreThe gloomy sky left a gray color in Tawny Matthews's eyes. She stared at the divorce papers before her, her heart breaking into many pieces.
Three years was so short, but also so long. So short that when she closed her eyes, she could see how boring her marriage was. So long that the loneliness and resentment she had endured for many years had piled up like a mountain, weighing down on her panting heart. It turned her into a mobile iceberg, only knowing how to walk, stand, and lie down, but no longer knowing how to cry, laugh, be sad or happy.
That period was enough for Tawny to understand that today she was determined to sign the divorce papers, ending the days of suffering and despair.
Two streams of hot tears rolled down her cold cheeks, Tawny painfully looked up at everything around the empty room, the place she still considered her home, her nest.
But her husband, Leonard, never thought so. To him, this place was hell, a place where he was imprisoned in freedom, a place filled with lies and betrayal. He had never considered her his wife, to him, she was no different from his sworn enemy.
Holding the divorce papers and walking to the office, Tawny trembled and knocked on the door several times.
From inside came a cold voice as if it had just returned from hell.
"Come in."
The door opened slightly, Tawny mustered up all her courage and walked straight to Leonard's desk. She placed the signed divorce papers in front of him, tried to swallow the tears that were welling up, and then choked out:
"We're divorced. I've signed it, I'll move out right away."
Leonard's cold face completely extinguished the last bit of hope in Tawny. His calmness broke her heart. His indifferent, emotionless gaze as he looked at the divorce papers left her speechless.
"Up to you."
His words were very gentle, but when they reached her ears, they were like a bolt of lightning that struck her head.
What did she get in the end after three years of living together?
Was it indifference, coldness, or the words “Up to you” coming from his mouth?
So what else could she expect from him? She turned away with a painful heart, not even looking back. It seemed like her heart had cooled to ashes, her heart was pierced by thousands of needles, and her emotions had become numb over the years.
She thought she was used to his indifference, but in fact, she was just trying to endure.
And she also knew pain, knew sadness.
Slamming the door shut, Tawny collapsed on the cold floor, covering her face and sobbing. The cry tore her heart apart, like thousands of knives stabbing the fragile heart in her left chest.
Even though it was just an arranged marriage, Tawny had never neglected her duties as a wife in the past three years. She always tried her best to take care of the housework.
Even though he was cold to her, she still loved him very much. Even though he never touched a bite of food, she still prepared three meals a day. Even though he never looked her in the eye, she would smile every time she saw him appear.
Was it because she hadn't done well enough?
Why had he never paid her any attention?
Perhaps this marriage was a mistake from the start.The first look Leonard gave Tawny was indifference. Even as he held her hand and walked down the aisle, he still looked at her with that look. She would probably never forget it for the rest of her life.
Three years ago, when Leonard's family was on the verge of collapse, Leonard was forced to marry Tawny to save the family business. Later, Leonard's business was merged into Tawny's father's company, which Leonard always thought was a plot by them to usurp.
At that time, Leonard was considered a worthy opponent for his childhood friend Paige. After hearing that he was about to marry Tawny, she immediately went to see her. How did the conversation go when Tawny accidentally pushed Paige, causing her to fall from the bridge into the river?
Although Paige was saved later, Leonard still thought that it was Tawny who caused Paige to fall into the river. Therefore, he hated her very much, he spent more time with Paige than at home.
"Evil witch." That was the longest sentence he had ever said to Tawny.
Now that Tawny's family had gone bankrupt, Paige had returned from studying abroad, so Leonard wanted to divorce Tawny.
Tawny dragged her suitcase out of the house alone. She walked slowly on the street, her mind blank, not knowing where she was going.
Suddenly, someone shouted.
"Is that Leonard Roberts's wife?"
"Why is she carrying luggage? Did she divorce her husband and get kicked out of the house?"
"There's news."
Two reporters chased after Tawny.
"Miss Tawny, please wait a moment."
Tawny heard the voices of many people from behind, she turned her head and saw reporters running towards her.
The flashing lights made Tawny panic and couldn't avoid it.
"What do you want?"
"May I ask why you're dragging a suitcase on the street, what happened to you?"
"Just now, there was an announcement that Matthews Group went bankrupt, do you have any comments on this?"
"May I ask if you knew Miss Paige before?"
The questions kept coming up, giving Tawny's headache. "Please, I don't know anything, please don't ask me."
Tawny begged miserably, but these people didn't let her go. She ran away. She thought about running to the opposite street, wanting to escape from these two people. But disaster suddenly appeared. The Bugatti Veyron struck her like a lightning bolt.
The pure white dress was like a white butterfly fluttering in the air. Tawny suddenly thought of the words her mother said before she died, the cold voice of the man Leonard... everything was like a slow-motion tape but then suddenly disappeared.
The smell of blood woke everyone up, two reporters tried to record everything. Blood stained the white cloth like a wilted rose, life seemed to be slowly draining away.
"Damn it." In the sports car, the man wearing sunglasses hurriedly picked up Tawny who was lying on the ground, and rushed to the hospital.
"I know we hurt you, Queenie, but you have a happy family now. Can you please ask Mr. Halloway to spare us? You co-founded Quinton Group. You can't let it go under!"Someone told me the whole story on our way here. Though Rachel was trying her best to look like a poor girl who just needed help, I sneered and raised her chin."I can do that, only if you let someone break your arm. A good deal, especially considering what you did to me."Horror struck Rachel, and she fell to the ground like all her strength was drained from her. Her eyes were darting around.Christopher had an inkling that something was wrong. "Queenie, is there something I should know?"I ignored his question, so he turned to Rachel. "Is it you? Are you hiding something? Tell me!" he roared.Rachel started bawling, and she wrapped her arms around his leg. She argued, "Chris, you have to believe me! I only did it because I love you!"Timothy snorted and tossed the pile of documents on his desk to Christopher. Rach
He clenched the knuckles on his knees until they turned white.I was standing beside Timothy. There was a look of melancholy on his face, and my thoughts drifted away.I had a secret I never told Christopher. Just like him, I had someone I loved but could never get.And that man was Timothy Halloway.Back in high school, he was the guy with the highest status, while I was just a regular girl who got into the elite class, and just barely.I loved to observe Timothy when I thought no one was looking. No, not because he was handsome, but because he was also a brilliant guy in his own right. His existence gave me a chance to pry into a world that was out of my class.The first day we became deskmates, he talked to me. In his eyes, I saw a complete person. A girl I never thought I'd see. Thanks to that, we became friends, and that bond soon turned into an unshakeable tie.Yet the difference between our families was wider than any ocean, so no one ever confessed. Once we finished high
His face betrayed no emotion, and no one could see through his mind.The racecourse's owner showed up not long after Mortimer did, and now he was wiping the sweat off his brow. "On behalf of the racecourse's staff, I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Halloway. Your expenses will be waived for a year. Is that alright with you?"Displeased, Mortimer asked, "What about Queenie's scratched reputation?"The owner couldn't answer that, and he started stammering.Timothy chortled. "I see not even my family's influence could get a public apology from you. If you'd hurt anyone else instead of my wife, you'd have them swallow the unfair treatment, wouldn't you? "Very well. You failed in the most basic of customer service. I see no point in this place's continued operations. Mortimer, tell the legal team to end the lease early."At that point, the owner finally realized that he had messed up badly. The gravity of the situation was sinking in. He wanted to try and get a second chance, but Timothy's a
Christopher sucked in air as much as his lungs would allow, and he gave me a piteous look. "The Halloway family is famous, aristocratic. They would never let you be a part of them. Your husband doesn't even have proper clothes, Queenie. You're scavenging just to support your family. Don't trust anything that man says. He's trying to make you pick up his slack for the rest of your lives."I really, really wanted to roll my eyes. I was going to take part in this event with my family without drawing any attention to us. It took me forever to convince my husband into wearing that family attire.It might look unassuming on the outside, but it was custom-made for him, and I drew the seal myself. I thought, 'You're blind and ignorant. You haven't changed at all.'Christopher knew I did not believe him, and he whipped out his phone. A moment later, he showed me a photo. "Mr. Halloway invited me to this event himself." He looked at Timothy. "Bet you didn't see this coming, did you, poser?"
"I'll find my son and then leave."But the manager pinched his nose in disgust. The look in his eyes told me he did not buy that story at all. "A guest? You smell like manure, and you're picking up trash. Please leave this instance, or I'll have to call security."I showed no disappointment, but I
It happened in the special audience zone of the horserace. Christopher Quinton was amidst the owners of listed companies, and with him was Rachel Benson.He was dressed in a sharp, crisp suit. White shirt, black trousers. The man looked nothing less than an elite.Then, his face was plastered all
"We'll be together forever, Queenie. I swear, this is our happily ever after."That was ancient history. I'd almost forgotten about it, but he had to bring it back up. Since he wasn't going to move his foot away, I let go instead.I tapped on my smartwatch with my grime-covered hands, but it refus
"You're generous, Mr. Quinton. Six thousand is enough to last her a year." Then, they turned to me. "Oh, um, what's your name again? Our legs are killing us here, and our throats too. Get us some water, will you?"I laughed mirthlessly. They wanted me to serve them? Just when I finally got some pre






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