Josephine Averly brought her daughter, Julie, to the hospital for a consultation, only to discover the attending doctor was the ex-boyfriend she hadn't seen in years. Seven years had passed, and she had reinvented herself completely—her name, her life, even her body. Gone was her once-chubby frame. He didn't recognize her. How could he? He had no idea she had secretly given birth to his child. Julie clutched her hand. "Mommy, why are you crying?" Josephine couldn't answer. All she wanted was to turn and flee. … In her youth, Josephine had fallen for the university’s golden boy—and, against all odds, won his heart. The entire Beller University had buzzed with scandal: Julian Faulkner, the untouchable heartthrob known for his icy elegance, was secretly dating. And his mysterious girlfriend? A shy, awkward girl with curves. Josephine became the target of endless ridicule, scorned by her peers. She still remembered his voice, cold and rough, as he said to his friends, "It's just a fling. I'm leaving the country soon anyway." And just like that, her bittersweet love had ended in heartbreak. Now, fate had brought them back together, shattering the peaceful life she had worked so hard to build. She tried everything to draw a clear line between their worlds. Somehow, that line ended in his bed. He used every trick—pressure, bribes, fake illnesses, tantrums, outright shamelessness—to chase off any man who dared come near her. "Julian, do you even realize I have a boyfriend now?" In the back of his sleek Maybach, his hands locked around her waist as he kissed her with desperate hunger. "Then let me be your lover," he rasped. "I'm richer than him. Younger. And I can make you feel so much better." Seven years ago, he pulled her into a secret romance. Seven years later, he begged to be her dirty secret. She told him he was sick in the head. He simply replied, "I really am sick."
Lihat lebih banyakOut on the balcony, it was as though light and shadow were split by an invisible boundary.Julian stood shrouded in the dimness.No one knew… he was answering Vera in all seriousness.…Josephine arrived at the office later than usual today. L&M allowed flexible hours, but as the year drew to a close, everyone was suddenly competing harder, eager to secure a favorable place in the annual review.She had barely sat down at her desk when the problems from the past few days resurfaced. Her computer had broken down and, despite a repairman's attempt, still wasn't fixed. Left with no choice, she pulled out her tablet from her bag.She hadn't even managed to take off her coat before the regular team meeting began. It was the same rigid routine every time. When the meeting ended, Myra stopped her on the way out.It was about a private commission to design a gown. She would have two weeks to deliver.Myra offered a fair price, and Josephine accepted with a nod."I'll send you the deta
"How could you curse your own brother like that? Can't you at least hope for something better?"Before Rosalyn could reply, Vera added, "I know who it is. Michael's cousin. It's Tyson, isn't it? His grandfather is that old professor at Beller University. I doubt he could stomach something like this."Rosalyn faltered, unable to press for an answer. Her conscience wavered as she slipped her arm beneath Vera's, guiding her slowly toward the garden path. They strolled together beneath the cool evening air.Vera might appear like a mild-mannered old eccentric, but she had spent her younger years at Shane's side, navigating the ruthless world of commerce. Her experience and vision ran deeper than most could guess.Summoning one last effort, Rosalyn ventured, "I only meant… if.""'If' doesn't make it any better." Vera's tone left no room for misinterpretation. "That kind of talk you can get away with in front of me, but if your dad ever heard you, he'd be so furious his blood pressure w
Julian's brow twitched.He lowered his head and bit into the apple. Beyond the window, night pressed thick and black, broken only by the blur of headlights and streetlamps. Their shifting glow swept across his cold and serious face, and over the apple in his hand, its skin a brilliant, glossy red.Josephine had given him the largest, ripest one. Yet the deeper he bit, the sharper the sourness spread."Tell Mom I'm busy next week. And the week after that too. She doesn't need to worry about arranging anything. As for those heiresses she keeps lining up, I'm not interested and I won't be meeting them."Rosalyn could hardly believe what she was hearing.What mattered now wasn't whether he attended social luncheons or blind dates. It was something far more alarming: her younger brother—the favored son of Fleuris City's most powerful family—was about to involve himself in another woman's marriage."Julian, do you even realize what will happen if our parents find out? This could blow
"Yes." Julie blinked."And do you like Bill?" Josephine asked."Yes," Julie replied again.Bill's mother was close with Stella. They lived in the same community, and whenever Stella's shower leaked or her lightbulbs burned out, Bill would drop by to help with repairs. Julie had seen him many times.Josephine had expected her daughter's answer to be simple and straightforward. At Julie's age, children rarely thought with the layered caution of adults. But what she saw instead was hesitation flickering across Julie's face."Bill is nice," Julie admitted after a pause, "but Julian is even nicer."Josephine said nothing.Julie went on, "Mommy, for my birthday, can Ethan come… and Julian too?"Julie's birthday was only a week away.Josephine smoothed her daughter's hair. "Julie, that day is Saturday. We'll be going back to visit Great-Grandma.""Oh." A faint disappointment clouded her eyes. But just as quickly, she brightened, flinging herself into her mother's arms. "Then we can
Julian sat on the sofa.It was small, but soft, with a beige sofa spread across it. The living room itself was modest in size, yet everywhere carried a quiet warmth. A clear vase of flowers rested on the table. Several pots of succulents lined the window ledge. The television was an older model, not large, its stand decorated with stickers Julie had carefully pressed on.The air smelled fresh and comforting.The table was cluttered with Julie's belongings—books, a hand-drawn poster, watercolor pens scattered across its surface. The moment Julie came home, she threw herself into her drawings, her small body bent forward, her attention unwavering.Julian watched her.She lifted her head and asked, "Julian, do you want some fruit?"He almost said no. Instead, he nodded.The girl immediately jumped up and darted toward the refrigerator, her ponytail bouncing with every step, brimming with youthful liveliness. She stood on tiptoe to reach, calling for her mother. Josephine came o
In this neighborhood, only a handful of people knew about her marriage and divorce from Oliver. It wasn't something one could proudly parade around, let alone a story the elderly would ever understand.Explaining was pointless. To those unwilling to listen, no amount of words would matter. What was the use of telling women in their sixties or seventies, even eighties? They would never believe her.So, little by little, Josephine stopped trying. She chose instead to live her own life, and when the cutting remarks reached her ears, she simply tuned them out.At the door to their home, Julie suddenly beamed at her mother, as if the entire climb up the stairs had been a delightful game.In her daughter's pure, unblemished world, Josephine had merely been pushing Julian forward as though they were all playing together.Josephine smiled. She reached out and tapped Julie's nose with her finger."Come down now."Before her daughter, she always felt an endless strength—enough to banish e
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