Mag-log inHow Kimberly managed to get to Sarah's house was sheer luck. She almost crashed her car, her eyes clouded with endless tears.“I still don't know what you're doing with that man,” Sarah huffed as she handed her a glass of wine. “You’ve sacrificed too much for him to be treating you this way.”Kimberly sniffled, wiping her face with a tissue. “You know how much I love him... and I know he still loves me. He's just going through a difficult phase. It will pass.”A smirk tugged at the corner of Sarah's lips. She hated seeing her friend like this. Kimberly had been such a vibrant, career-driven woman until she met Keon.She had become so obsessed and madly in love with him that she did everything to make him happy, even at the expense of her own happiness.Keon had reciprocated in his own way, he never let her lack anything and had always been there for her, but still, Sarah felt Kimberly had loved him way too much.“Are you telling me you're still going to wait for him until he's done go
“I’m glad you're here, Tristan,” Laura said with a gentle smile as she stepped aside to let them into the house.Edward had been furious ever since they returned from the conference, and he'd been taking out his aggression on Laura.Laura had called Tristan several times to tell him about his father's angry outburst, but he hadn't answered. Seeing them walk in now, her heart finally relaxed.Once they were settled, Edward walked in, wearing his usual deep frown. With that expression, Tristan looked so much like a younger version of him.Joan stood to greet him, but he kept a straight face, didn't even look in her direction, and went straight to his seat.Tristan's brows furrowed. “My fiancee is greeting you, Dad.”Edward's frown deepened. “Tristan,” he called, shifting in his seat to face him. “Ms. Langley is married. You can't possibly be engaged to a married woman.”Tristan exhaled deeply. “She's not,” he said, his voice firm and unflinching. “I brought her here so she could tell y
“She's so smart that she got the post taken down almost immediately,” Bridget went on.“She can't even explain herself,” she added with a low hiss. Britney shot to her feet. “Dad,” she snapped. “Call your daughter to order.”“But she's telling the truth,” Grace yelled back.Britney and Joan's gazes met, and Britney felt a flash of pity for her. Joan sat quietly, trying hard to calm her racing pulse.She could have justified herself, but explaining anything in front of that family would be the worst mistake she could ever make. So she stayed silent, hoping Tristan or Helen would show up to get her out of it.She had thought the picture hadn't gone viral enough to reach people who knew her, but she was wrong. Or was Britney behind it and just pretending?Laura turned her chair to face her, her gaze accusatory. “You need to say something about this accusation. Your silence will only make things worse.”“Listen,” Edward cut in, his voice sharp. “You will not drag my family name through t
Justin flinched at that and lunged toward Joan.“What did you do to my daughter?” he snapped, glaring at her.Joan's pulse raced, fear clutching her chest. “I did nothing.”Fortunately for her, Tristan had been informed of the situation. The moment he heard it involved Joan, he rushed out in the middle of the program.Security was already there, but they couldn't seem to handle the situation.“Rush her to the hospital,” Tristan said sharply as he stormed into the middle of the crowd.He grabbed Joan's hand and pulled her to his side, shielding her from Justin. His furious gaze flickered over the security team.“You're all fired!”Everyone froze, exchanging glances, but no one dared to speak. His presence alone was intimidating and heavy.He turned to Justin, his face slowly turning calm. “Joan had no intention of hurting your daughter,” he said. “But regardless, I'll cover her medical expenses.”He didn't wait for a response. He walked away with Joan following behind him.Justin clenc
“With this behavior of yours, do you really think Tristan would ever look your way?” Britney whispered to her, her voice laced with mockery.Bridget's eyes were already brimming with tears. Trembling with anger, she stormed back to her seat.Before the conference officially started, there was still time for everyone to relax, mingle, and network.Seeing that everyone was now busy, Tristan leaned in and whispered something into Joan's ear as he took her hand.Joan nodded and followed quietly behind him. As they left, Bridget's eyes followed them, wondering where the two were going.Tristan led Joan to a room. It was in complete darkness.“Aren't we going to fall without any light?” Joan said softly.Tristan only let out a soft chuckle and gently guided her inside.Then the lights came on and Joan's mouth fell open in stunned silence.The room was beautifully decorated with red balloons. In front of them was an arrangement with an intentional question inscribed on it. “Will you marry me
Bridget Ashford walked in side by side with her sister, Britney.The hall was already buzzing. Billionaires and their families were still filing in, and ushers were moving quickly between the rows, guiding guests to their assigned seats.An usher hurried toward Bridget and Britney, gesturing for them to follow her.Britney complied and followed suit, but Bridget had already spotted a seat close to where the host would be sitting. She ignored the usher and walked straight to it.“Bridget, don't start today. Be responsible for once,” Britney called after her, loud enough for her to hear.Bridget pretended she hadn't heard a thing and settled into the empty seat.A male usher approached her immediately. “Ma'am, this seat is taken. Please follow the other usher to your assigned seat.”Her face flashed with anger. “I'm sure you have eyes. You can see that the seat over there is too far. Besides, I didn't meet anyone here.”“That's my seat,” a cold female voice said from behind her.It was







