In the last second before I lost consciousness, Henry picked me up from the ground and I mustered my last ounce of strength to push him away."Don't come near me..."When I woke up from my stupor, all I could see was pure whiteness. My entire body felt heavy, and even a slight movement caused excruciating pain."Yvonne..."Henry saw me open my eyes and immediately leaned in."You're awake?"I swallowed hard and struggled to speak, "Baby..."Henry quickly picked up a nearby towel, intending to wipe my face, but I stopped his hand and asked, "Is the baby still there?"He said, "If you're willing, we can still have a child."In that moment, I felt like I had been cast into hell by God. Tears flowed silently like an endless river."Don't cry, Yvonne..."For the first time, Henry was flustered in front of me, and for the first time, I saw a look of genuine concern in his eyes. But this belated affection was as insignificant as dust. I no longer needed his love.Henry changed from his prev
Melvin Chawford was my childhood sweetheart and the man I was supposed to marry through an arranged marriage. My infatuation with Henry was well-known in the capital, just as everyone in the country knew about Melvin's deep affection for me. The most significant incident was when he attempted suicide after failing to marry me.At that time, Melvin's life hung in the balance, and Henry watched with almost mocking indifference as my wedding dress was soaked in blood. He coldly said, "You deserve this," before walking away, leaving Melvin on the brink of death.I begged Henry relentlessly, hoping he would cooperate with me in this act. But Henry paid no attention to my pleas. He cared even less about whether Melvin lived or died.In the end, Melvin's tender-hearted nature towards me prevailed once more, and he yielded.He promised me that he wouldn't entertain thoughts of suicide again, and I reassured him that I would find happiness.After that, Melvin left, and we never saw each oth
I arrived at the airport alone, planning to give Melvin a surprise. TThe airport today was quite different from usual. It was crowded with many journalists and stranded passengers. I stopped a hurried passerby and learned about a recent plane crash. My heart sank, and my body started trembling uncontrollably. I hid in the airport restroom, shaking as I checked the flight information. The crashed plane model happened to be the same as Melvin's private jet. Once I confirmed the situation, I suddenly became calm. I rushed back home.After getting everything ready, I called Henry."Did you do this?" I inquired.Henry's tone grew solemn. "Yvonne, you should understand that no one can take away what I cherish."I responded with a smirk, "Impressive, the new head of the Luther family is quite formidable."Henry continued, "I can give you time to calm down, to heal. You can vent, yell at me, or even hurt me here if you need to. But no one else can separate us.""Henry, you've been just
In the mirror, I saw a pale face.A week of fasting had made me thinner, much more haggard.I stared at my reflection, and with each passing moment, fear crept into my eyes.I never thought that my fasting would be revealed by one of the household servants.By the time I found out, it was too late.My half-sister, from my father's side, had already been sent abroad with the combined efforts of the Luther and the Lincoln.I could almost imagine how furious Henry would be when he found out about it.With a loud thud, I snapped back to reality.I left the bathroom, and Henry was standing at the bedroom door.He came in reeking of alcohol, took off his coat, and tossed it forcefully onto the floor.The coat landed on the carpet, sending a gust of wind, and I instinctively shrank back.Through gritted teeth, Henry spoke, "Yvonne, you're quite skilled at sowing discord, I underestimated you."I straightened my posture slowly and gathered the courage to look at him.Despite the myriad of conf
My pyjamas were torn to shreds and thrown into the air.The process, for me, was excruciating.Henry intentionally tormented me throughout the entire night.I opened my eyes once more, and the bedroom window was wide open, revealing a large rose garden bathed in the evening sun outside.I was a mess, but I managed to get out of bed and wrap myself in the tattered clothes before heading to the bathroom.I hadn't expected Henry to be home at this hour. So, when I went downstairs and saw Henry sitting on the living room sofa, I was genuinely surprised.Henry sat there flipping through a newspaper, not bothering to look at me. He asked knowingly, "Awake?"I had been feeling sore and unsteady on my feet, but seeing him, I mustered up some energy."Are you here to wait for me to sign the divorce agreement?"Hearing my words, Henry chuckled mockingly, his gaze contemptuous."Trying the same tactics again? First, you provoke me, and then you attempt to make me succumb to you? Tired of it. Find
Today, the weather in the capital is wonderful, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze.I stand in the garden with my arms wide open, savoring the fresh air.An hour ago, I received the news that Cynthia's plane had landed.Afterward, I received a secretly taken photo.The picture shows Henry holding a crying, innocent girl.How heartwarming...The lovers are back together.Since Henry and I became husband and wife, we've rarely eaten together, except for family gatherings and business events.Even though we share the same house, we lead separate lives.Today is different.At this moment, Henry and I sit face to face at a three-meter-long dining table.The table is adorned with exquisite dishes, but I'm not interested.I sit quietly, patiently waiting for Henry to slam the divorce papers in front of me.Henry drinks more and more wine, paying little attention to me.His slightly tipsy eyes suddenly focus on my face, and he asks, "Are you satisfied just by staring at me?"My heart sin
For an entire week, Henry showed up at home after work promptly every day. If I didn't know him so well, I might have thought he had genuinely changed his heart, wanting to lead a normal married life with me. Our seemingly harmonious marriage was just a smokescreen. The Luther and Lincoln families needed this façade to feel at ease, and without their approval, Henry couldn't let Cynthia stay in the city.Another day arrived, and as a married couple, Henry and I attended the wedding of the mayor's daughter in the city's most luxurious hotel, held on the rooftop. As the evening approached, the city lights lit up the night sky, creating a dazzling display of romance reminiscent of the stars. I particularly enjoyed the starry view on the top floor.It was on this floor, in the restaurant, that Henry and I first met. The sky was just beginning to darken, and the stars hadn't appeared yet. The city's neon lights formed a mesmerizing mosaic. I halted at the observation deck in the cor
I glanced at Henry and Cynthia, then after a brief moment of thought, I said, "Come with me."Without waiting for a response, I took the lead to guide them. However, Henry didn't seem eager to follow my lead, while Cynthia, with an air of annoyance, held his hand firmly and said, "I must see what kind of trap my sister, who has lived a life of luxury since childhood, has prepared for me."I escorted them to a presidential suite on the starry level. I loved this place and had spared no expense to rent it for twenty years. However, I had never had the chance to enjoy the view myself. Now, they could have a private moment inside.Cynthia was convinced I had ill intentions and entered the suite, making a conspicuous effort to inspect every corner. Henry gently reassured her and held her close. After a while, Cynthia's cheerful laughter, reached my ears through the door.When Henry came out, I asked, "Do you believe now that I genuinely want to help you two?"He gazed at me deeply and