LOGINThe next time I asked Evelyn Bennett for a divorce, she still had not fully come down from her climax. Her hand was resting on the man's lean waist as she said, "Julian, do you think his V-lines are perfect? Especially when he's turned on and they move. It's completely irresistible." After saying that, she waited for me to react the way I always had before. She expected another hysterical outburst. But it was as if I had not heard a word. I simply flipped the divorce papers to the section on asset division. "Everything you've ever given me, I'll return. I'll leave on my own." Evelyn paused for a moment, then spoke as if nothing had happened. "Then can you give me back the heart I gave you, too? Stop being difficult, babe. You know you're the only one I've ever loved. Be good and go home. Wait for me there." I ignored her words and stubbornly held out the divorce agreement. Her heart was something I had stopped wanting a long time ago. The only thing I wanted now was freedom.
View MoreAfter that day, I did not see Evelyn again for an entire month.Anna told me she had gone back home to handle her mother's funeral arrangements.I heard that in Amelia's final days, she kept repeating my name, saying Julian was a good man, and that the Bennett family had wronged him.I heard that during the funeral, Evelyn never shed a single tear. Instead, she spent the entire time running her fingers over an old photograph.It was a picture of us taken ten years earlier in the library at Alderheim University.On the back, written in my younger handwriting, were the words: "May we grow old together and never drift apart."In the end, she had lost the boy who once wrote those words for her.Three years later, I became Aldoria's youngest foreign inductee into the Academy of Architecture.The awards ceremony was held in Bellemont.Dressed in a black formal suit, I stood beneath the spotlight and delivered my acceptance speech in fluent Valorian.I said that this award was dedic
Evelyn did not leave. She rented a loft across from my studio, its windows facing my office directly.Every morning when I opened the curtains, I saw her sitting by the window with a laptop in her arms, working quietly.She stopped bothering me. She simply existed there.Every morning, an anonymous breakfast delivery would arrive. Fresh bread and milk. The flavors brought me right back to the little mom-and-pop restaurants in Seaport.I knew it was her. She was the only person who knew I took two packets of sugar in my milk.At noon, an insulated lunch box would appear outside the studio. I returned it untouched.The next day, a different meal would arrive. And the day after that, another.At night, she would wait by the river for me to get off work. Keeping about thirty feet between us, she silently followed behind me until I reached my apartment building.One night, I worked past midnight. When I came out, she was still there. Unable to hold back any longer, I asked, "Don't y
Late autumn in Alderheim came with a damp, bone-deep chill.My studio had just secured the City Hall renovation project, and every day was spent arguing with Aldorian engineers over their stubborn regulations.I liked being busy. It left no room to think about the past.My mother's condition had improved almost miraculously.Sometimes she would suddenly become clear-headed, watching me work at my drafting table before saying softly, "Julian, there's light in your eyes again."That light was something Evelyn had spent seven years nearly extinguishing. So when she appeared outside my studio, I almost did not recognize her.She wore a thin trench coat and had lost so much weight she looked gaunt. Her cheekbones jutted out sharply, her eyes were sunken, and there was nothing left of the powerful businesswoman who once ruled Seaport.In her hand was an insulated soup container, beads of condensation clinging to its surface."Julian." The wind tore her voice apart as she spoke my nam
Nathaniel was in the middle of a job interview at a new company when Evelyn called.He was the son of an executive at a publicly traded corporation. Thanks to that connection, he had spent years lingering on the edges of high society.But he had never been satisfied with being just another rich heir. What he wanted was to become Evelyn's husband. And Evelyn had once given him that illusion.Over the phone, her voice was as still as a dead sea. "Come to see me."Deliberately lowering his voice into the smooth, magnetic tone she liked, he replied, "Right now? I'm a little busy—""Now," she cut him off. "Otherwise, by tomorrow, your father's company will be in free fall."Nathaniel's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly relaxed.During the six months he had been with Evelyn, he had grown used to the way she summoned men when she wanted them and discarded them when she did not.He assumed this would be no different. He even changed into the shirt that showed off his body best and s






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