LOGINOn the eve of our engagement party, my fiancée, Alissa Coleman, gets a marriage certificate with her male best friend, Rhys Pritchard, and celebrates it in the bar. Yet, she acts completely unconcerned about what she has done. She says flippantly, "It was just a joke. We'll get divorced tomorrow. Everyone knows Rhys and I are just best friends." Rhys responds with a provocative grin. "Even though the marriage is just for a day, there's still a special bond between us. Are you all just enjoying the show and won't even prepare a wedding gift for us?" Everyone at the table laughs raucously. "Sure. I happen to have a project in the western suburbs. I'll give it to you as a wedding gift. But there are rules at this table. If you want it, you'll have to win it with a game of dice." I say nothing more and simply take a seat at the table. Meeting Alissa's perplexed frown that is directed at me, I flash her a small smile. "Isn't this supposed to be a dice-rolling game for wedding gifts? I'd like to play too," I said.
View MoreThe very last time I saw Alissa and Rhys was at a charity dinner. That was the very first time—since the night at the bar—when I stepped out in public.The moment I stepped into the hall, everyone turned their attention toward me. There were gazes of sympathy, curiosity, scrutiny, and admiration.I took in everyone's stares with complete composure, keeping my back straight the entire time. Then, Alissa practically tore through the crowd, rushing straight up to me. She had gotten even thinner, her bloodshot eyes filled with immense exhaustion."Stan… Can we just have a chat? I'm sorry. I really am. Rhys and I have signed our divorce papers. That day was just a ridiculous joke…"I stared at her calmly, the same way I would if she were a stranger. "I believe I have been very clear in our last conversation. Also, there's no need for you to update me about your marriage status with Mr. Pritchard."Instantly, her face paled. There was a tremor in her lips, and she was completely spe
All color had drained from Alissa's face. She stammered, unable to say a word."Each time you forgot our plans and cast me to the periphery because of him, or when you stood by while he taunted and humiliated my feelings, you were perfectly sober. "When you allowed him to hold you and put his arms around your waist, and when you said he was your husband for the night, you knew exactly what you were doing too."When you sided with him as he forced me to remove the watch my grandfather left for me, and when you watched on as all that red wine was spilled all over it… You were more sober than you had ever been in your life!"Although I hadn't raised my voice, Alissa suddenly lowered her head and buried her hands in her hair. She let out a whimper like a trapped animal. "Stop talking, Stan… Please… Just stop…" Her shoulders shook violently, as if she were about to burst into tears. "I was wrong… I'm the most horrible person in the world. I didn't know… I didn't know I did so man
Alissa spent a few consecutive days trying to get in touch with me. After realizing that she couldn't reach me over calls or text messages, she began to camp out at the bottom of my apartment all day and night.Through my apartment's entrance video intercom, I could clearly see her standing in the freezing wind. Her hair, usually meticulously styled by professionals, was now disheveled. Her expensive dress was also now a wrinkled mess. She made a few attempts to force her way into the building, but she was thrown out by the security guards downstairs every time.It went on like this until the building management finally called me, sounding rather apologetic."Mr. Fisher, she… she simply refuses to leave. There's really nothing else we can do."I let out a sigh. In the end, I relented and agreed to meet with her. After all, I had to put an end to this drama personally.I wrapped my coat around me and met with Alissa at the apartment lobby. Though only a few days had passed, she h
Outside the window, the city lights had just turned on.I wrapped my coat tighter around myself as I looked down at the night scenery that this city had to offer. I had renovated this apartment only because Alissa had a fondness for these massive floor-to-ceiling windows.I had genuinely wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. But it was just such a pity.Behind me, the muffled murmurs between my attorney and assistant blended with the rustle of flipping pages.After a while, they approached me. "Mr. Fisher, the preliminary ownership change for The Stalissa, the yacht under Ms. Coleman's name, the three commercial properties on the east side of the city, and five percent of Coleman Group's floating stock have been completed."Mr. Pritchard's assets are also being inventoried as we speak. Everything should be fully settled by this afternoon." I hummed an acknowledgement and didn't look back. The Stalissa once symbolized a sweet romance. But now, the yacht, the assets that






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