Hearing Axton's confession, Angelina was disappointed and heartbroken. The husband who had been the last goal in her life immediately dropped Angelina to her lowest.
Axton Barayev Almero is a man with a stubborn character, firmly educated by Evelyn. He is also a CEO with strong principles. Anyone who dares to betray him does not hesitate to be thrown away and even made to suffer. "Don't talk like that. I'm not a criminal!" Angelina got up from the floor and knelt at her husband's feet again. "We can talk about this matter properly. I never deceived you, Axton." Axton looked away in the other direction. He didn't want to meet Angelina's teary eyes. "Please listen to me, Axton. I received the lab results from the doctor about two weeks ago. I wanted to tell you, but you were always busy." Angelina hadn't finished explaining when Evelyn's voice cut into the conversation, making Angelina pause. "Nonsense! That defective woman is making excuses to prevent you from getting a divorce! I'm pretty sure you've been framed by her for a long time. I know you won't let go of my son just like that! You're afraid of becoming a beggar on the streets, aren't you?" "Really, Mom. I'm telling the truth," Angelina argued, hoping Axton would believe her. The argument made Axton take a deep breath. Disappointment graced his handsome face. "Already caught red-handed, still evasive. What sin has the Almero family committed to get a son-in-law with a uterine defect like you? Before Axton gets even worse luck, get out of here!" Evelyn admonished while pulling Angelina's hand to keep her away from her son. "Please, Mother. Don't kick me out. I have no family other than Almero," Angelina said, not wanting to move from her husband's feet. "Axton, I'm sorry. I love you so much. Let me stay here as your wife!" Although Angelina had whined apologetically who knows how many times, Axton remained haughty and did not respond. Instead, he swung his long left leg and kicked Angelina's right shoulder until it fell backwards. Axton didn't care, he continued his fast pace until he got into the car. Then he turned the key and drove the four-wheeled vehicle out of the yard. Meanwhile, Angelina's anguished moans sounded heartbreaking. A woman who tried to defend her marriage to the point of dropping her pride in front of her husband but never got any attention. "Servants...!" Evelyn yelled at the servants for a long time. The two maids also approached Evelyn, the mistress. "Hurry up and pack Angelina's things, and don't leave anything behind!" she said, not wanting to have a daughter-in-law like Angelina. "Let me pack it myself!" Angelina replied as she stood up. "You stay outside! Dare to come into the house, and I'll make sure you never walk again!" After giving a warning to her daughter-in-law, Evelyn immediately closed the door and locked it. Angelina's tears that she had been holding back finally fell down her cheeks. She never thought that her love story with Axton-the man who became her lover six years ago-would end so tragically. It was a beautiful love story for her, filled with memories of joy and sorrow. Forgetting Axton was impossible for Angelina. Half an hour had passed. Angelina was outside the house. She didn't change her position; she just stood waiting for the door to open. Then, the two maids came to her, each carrying Angelina's large suitcase. They handed it over to the owner. "We don't know what happened to you, Angelina. Hopefully, after leaving this house, you will have a good fate," said one of the maids. Of course, they felt sorry to see Almero's daughter-in-law being kicked out so disrespectfully. Angelina also took the suitcases from the maids' hands. She nodded while sighing softly, looking more resigned and unsure of what to do. Axton's car came back in, making Angelina's gaze shift toward where her husband's car had stopped. "Axton, I know you won't let my life suffer," Angelina said silently. There was a slight smile on her lips as she saw her husband returning home. However, the faint smile disappeared instantly as she saw Axton open the front car door to a beautiful young woman with waist-length blonde hair and an attractive appearance, suggesting an expensive and elegant lady. "Who is that woman?" asked Angelina silently. Axton took her hand without hesitation. They looked very intimate walking together to where Angelina was standing. Not wanting to get into trouble, the two waiters who were still there immediately returned to the kitchen. "Are you leaving already, Angelina?" asked Axton when the two stopped in front of Angelina. "Who is he?" Angelina's eyes couldn't look away from the woman's smooth white hand that grasped her husband's hand tightly. Her chest began to tighten, not expecting Axton to come with another woman. What did the man mean? The woman extended her right hand with a sweet smile as she looked proud. "I am Moreen Aluna, assistant in Mr. Axton's office and soon to be Mrs. Axton Barayev Almero." Angelina's eyes widened in shock at Moreen's confession just now. "Tell me, Axton. What he's talking about is not true! I will not let any woman take my place as Mrs. Axton Almero!" Angelina firmly denied everything. "Yes, Moreen is right. Soon we will be married!" said Axton with an innocent face. "I disagree!" said Angelina. "After all, who asked for your blessing? You only need to sign this agreement if you still want to be part of the Almero family!" said Axton while holding out a piece of paper to his wife. "Good! All the plans are going well! And I can't wait to become the daughter-in-law of a noble family!" the cunning woman cheered inwardly.Inside the speeding car, Angelina kept practicing her breathing exercises, trying to calm the frantic pounding of her heart. Her left hand gripped the steering wheel tightly while her right hand occasionally patted her own thigh. Fifteen minutes trapped with a psychopath like Axton had truly pushed her adrenaline to the limit.Her mind kept replaying what had just happened—the obsessive look in Axton’s eyes, the way he leaned closer, and the threatening words that had nearly dragged her back into the same dark abyss.“What do you really want from me, Axton?” Angelina whispered faintly, as if asking herself. Even though he had long been her ex-husband, why did he keep haunting her life?Suddenly, she remembered something she had almost forgotten. She quickly grabbed her phone and called one of the bodyguards.“Hello, Miss Angelina. How can I help you?”“Yes… Did Young Master Hans contact you?” Angelina asked.“Yes, Miss. In fact, it was Young Master Hans who told us to break into the d
Axton’s confident stride echoed through the silent room. His gaze was a sharp stab, as if each footfall carried the shadows of defeat that had been gnawing at his soul. Those bitter memories spun back one by one in his mind.The scene of Angelina gracefully taking the chairman’s seat at Almero, seizing the throne that once belonged to him. Then his bankruptcy, when he was powerless watching the business empire he’d built crumble to pieces. And worse still—the accident that left him lying like a living corpse in the hospital, dependent on the mercy of others.All of it piled up, forming a perfect black circle in his chest. Round, whole, and named only vengeance.Axton stopped right in front of Angelina. His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling, while his hand slowly lifted the dagger he held tight. His eyes no longer showed any trace of mercy, only embers ready to burn everything to ash.“This is the end of your life story, Angelina,” Axton murmured, his voice low and trembli
Watching Axton’s behavior, Angelina felt utterly sick. Every movement he made set her blood boiling. The cold stare, the arrogant posture, the mocking smile — all of it carved the hatred on her face even deeper. For a moment she held herself back, but the urge to get out of the room as quickly as possible was far stronger.“You know, Axton,” Angelina said sharply, chin lifted in challenge. “If you dare make me disappear, you won’t only be dealing with the law — you’ll be dealing with Derox as well.”Her words stopped Axton for an instant, then he exploded with laughter. He slapped the table as if Angelina had just told a joke.“Hahaha… Angelina, listen to me carefully,” he said, his eyes narrowing with scorn. “Wake up from your dream. You’re just Derox’s tool in the business rivalry, not family — you mean nothing to them!”Angelina clenched her fist; her jaw tightened. “I am not family! But they will never let me be harmed!”Axton leaned in, lowering his face until it was level with h
“No breakfast for lazy people!”Evelyn’s voice echoed through the dining room as her hand swiftly snatched the plate of toast away from Moreen.“Mommy!” Moreen exclaimed in shock, her face flushing with restrained anger. “You’re so stingy. Give it back! I’m hungry too.”“Don’t be insolent, Moreen!” Evelyn sneered, her eyes filled with hatred. “I made this toast especially for my son, not for you!”Her tone grew sharper. “A woman like you should know your place. You’re only a guest in this house, so don’t you ever act like the mistress here. If you’re hungry, make your own toast!”Moreen froze for a moment, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, yet her lips stubbornly held back. She refused to cry in front of her mother-in-law.Just as the atmosphere grew heavier, footsteps approached. Axton entered, standing beside the dining table, his gaze shifting between the two women. Old memories came flooding back—he used to watch his mother scold Angelina for defending Moreen. Now, the tables
Angelina tossed and turned in bed—on her back, on her left side, then her right. Her eyes stayed wide open, fixed on the darkness of the ceiling. Restlessness gnawed at her chest. Finally, with a long sigh, she sat up. Her bare feet touched the cold marble floor as she walked slowly toward the desk in the corner of her room.She sat down and opened her laptop, which had been lying idle since the afternoon. For a moment, she froze, staring at the blank screen that faintly reflected her own face. “Okay, let’s try tonight,” she murmured under her breath, as though giving herself courage.Her fingers began to dance over the keyboard—swift, steady, as if long accustomed to handling complicated codes. On one of her data-hacking programs, she typed in the name that had haunted her thoughts for days. Barron Cross.It took only seconds for the screen to load results. Angelina leaned in, her eyes widening as she read line after line of information.“No way…” she whispered, her voice catching.T
That night, Angelina went home alone. Hans had already called her earlier, saying there was an urgent matter at the office he had to take care of. Angelina only sighed, not making a fuss about it. Besides, the two bodyguards seated in the escort car behind her were more than enough to make her feel safe.But on the increasingly deserted road, a black car suddenly sped from the opposite direction, then stopped right in front of her. Angelina instinctively slammed the brakes. Her car screeched to a halt, and her heart pounded wildly.“What the hell is this…” she muttered, eyes narrowing at the sight ahead.A man stepped out of the black car. His stride was heavy, deliberate. A cap shadowed part of his face, the rest hidden behind a mask. He walked closer, then knocked harshly on Angelina’s window.“Open up!” His voice was deep, baritone, dripping with threat.Angelina stayed silent, gripping the wheel tightly while keeping her eyes locked on his every move.“Get out now! Or I’ll smash y