Rejected After First Love Return's

Bastian dragged me away, pulling me out of Vivian’s sight. His grip on my wrist was rough, as if I were nothing more than an object he could move however he pleased. He took me to a quiet corner of the terrace, far from Vivian’s reach—though she was probably eavesdropping with a victorious smile.His face, which had been pale earlier, was now flushed—not from shame, but from forced frustration. He looked at me with a gaze that felt completely foreign, the gaze of a man who believed he controlled everything because of the numbers in his bank account.“Casandra, every man wants more than one woman in bed,” he said casually, as if he were explaining an undeniable law of nature. There was no trace of regret in his voice—only a disgusting sense of justification.I jerked my hand free from his grip. The heat from where he held me lingered, but it was nothing compared to the burning anger in my chest. I looked at him with whatever dignity I still had left.“So as your wife, I’m supposed to a

“Open the door!” I screamed hysterically, my hoarse voice shattering the suffocating silence of the stuffy warehouse. My hands pounded against the cold iron door until my palms bruised and bled, yet no one came to open it.The darkness inside felt suffocating. Every time I heard the squeaking of rats or the scraping of something in the corner, my heart dropped. I curled up in a corner, hugging my knees tightly as shadows seemed to creep closer. Cold sweat poured down my body, soaking my now dust-covered work shirt. My mind drifted to Bastian—the man who last night had promised a “fake marriage,” yet today had the heart to throw me into this little hell.My body trembled uncontrollably from overwhelming fear. The oxygen in the cramped space seemed to run out, making my vision blur. My head felt unbearably heavy, and before my consciousness completely faded, I could only think of how miserable my fate was in the hands of the man I once adored. I collapsed unconscious onto the cold concr

“Ma’am… are you alright?” Levia asked in a trembling voice as she helped me to my feet. Her cold hands rested on my shoulders, trying to steady me as my legs felt like they no longer belonged to the ground.My vision blurred. A burning sensation spread across my cheek—the same cheek my husband had just struck—while the throbbing in my temples felt like a hammer relentlessly pounding against my nerves. The metallic taste of blood at the corner of my lips silently testified to how fierce the anger of the man I once adored had become.“My head hurts so much, Levia. I want to go to the hospital,” I whispered weakly. My chest felt tight, not only from the physical blow but from the humiliation of having my dignity crushed in front of the woman who had destroyed my marriage.Levia immediately guided me out of the company building, which now felt more like a luxurious prison. With swift efficiency, she drove me to the private hospital our family frequently used—the place where Bastian used t

“Casandra, I’m so satisfied seeing you get scolded by Bastian. You know your husband doesn’t care about you anymore!”That short message appeared on my phone screen, burning my eyes and slicing through my already shattered heart. Before I could even take a breath, a video followed. In it, Vivian flaunted her victory. The clip showed Bastian sitting on a luxurious sofa, while Vivian gently pressed a compress against his cheek—red from the slap she had given herself earlier, a performance staged to corner me.“So, you were kicked out of the hospital, weren’t you? Oh, how pitiful, Mrs. Bastian.”Vivian mocked me after finding out that Bastian had humiliated me in the hospital corridor that afternoon. My heart churned in disgust toward Bastian. How could the man who once vowed before the altar to protect me now be the one most eager to pour salt over my wounds?I threw the phone carelessly aside. My body felt weak. My head throbbed violently, as if thousands of needles were piercing the n

“Bastian, if I am the woman you truly love, would you grant me one request?” Vivian asked, her voice trembling as if her entire happiness depended on the man standing before her. She gazed deeply into his eyes, projecting a mix of hope and carefully crafted doubt.Bastian, already completely entangled in the charm of his first love, gently stroked Vivian’s cheek. “Of course, darling. I’ll fulfill all your wishes—anything. I don’t want to see you sad or doubting my feelings again.”Vivian took a deep breath, then rested her head on Bastian’s shoulder. “Bastian, I want to replace Casandra as the President Director’s wife. I want to lead beside you, to be recognized by everyone in this company. Can you do that for me?”Bastian froze. His hand, resting on Vivian’s shoulder, stopped moving instantly. “Vivian… isn’t that too much? Casandra earned that position after building this company from nothing. The board and the investors all know she’s the mind behind much of our success. Giving tha