INICIAR SESIÓNKendrick's POVDaphne looked devastated, as though she genuinely believed I was the heartless one. "Please don't do this, Kendrick," she pleaded. "I know I was wrong. I never should've taken those explicit photos and ruined your reputation. I never should've forced you to sign the company over to Oliver."I never should've crossed the line and slept with him. Please… Forgive me. We can start over and make things right."Just then, Oliver charged forward, panting as he yanked at Daphne's clothes. "You were supposed to love me! We got married, but all you've ever thought about is this bastard! "Isaac's your son too! Have you ever been there for him?"Then, he turned to me and snapped, "Kendrick Shaw! Even if you got down on your knees and begged, I'd never let you have her back!"I'd had enough of their drama. I glanced at Oliver, then calmly said to security, "This man's clearly lost it. Please escort him out."Ignoring his struggles, they clamped a hand over his mouth and dra
Third-Person POVOliver lowered his gaze, his long lashes shielding his eyes and the resentment blazing in them. Gritting his teeth, he said, "If you won't marry me, I'll sell Kendrick's office. Daphne, if he ever comes back and finds out his company's gone, don't you think he'll hate you for the rest of his life?"His legal records have already been wiped. As far as the law is concerned, he's dead. That means your marriage to a dead man doesn't count anymore."His facade of gentleness finally slipped.Oliver knew his reputation was in ruins. No rich woman would ever bankroll him now, leaving Daphne as his only option. He had no choice but to cling to her. …Just like that, Oliver and Daphne rushed to the courthouse and got married. An aunt marrying her niece's ex-husband was too scandalous to celebrate publicly. They didn't even bother with a small ceremony. By Oliver's second day in Daphne's house, they'd already come to blows. He gathered every piece of clothing and e
Kendrick's POVUncle Samuel studied my face for a long moment, then shook his head. "Ken, I'm never getting married or having kids. One day, the company in Evonia will be yours. "Your mother used to joke that I'd better have something worthwhile to leave my nephew. So, I'm giving you the company. I hope you'll accomplish just as much as your mother did."He never asked why I'd left the country, or why I was confined to a wheelchair. Instead, he quietly sought out the best specialists to help me recover.Uncle Samuel hired six nutritionists and rehabilitation specialists to oversee my recovery. He even spared no expense to have me fitted with the most advanced artificial spinal implant available. In less than three months, I was back on my feet, walking slowly on my own. Before long, I was able to throw myself back into my research. During the development of our autonomous driving system, one of our partners asked to visit the lab. I hated interruptions and was about to turn
Third-Person POVDaphne knew she and Oliver never should have crossed that line. If she could admit that much, then she could forgive Kendrick for exposing their private video in front of everyone. With that in mind, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number. Yet, all she got was a cold automated message. "The number you have dialed is unavailable."Daphne tried texting instead, but every message failed to go through. She rubbed her forehead in frustration. Kendrick must have been angrier than she'd ever seen him before. Still, she understood. She had been in the wrong, after all. The compromising photos from years ago had all been fake. They had been created solely to destroy Kendrick's reputation, so Mildred could call off her engagement to him and marry Oliver instead. In the end, Daphne still hurt Kendrick. He'd spent years branded as a cheating bastard because of her. He had every right to resent her.Later, Daphne instructed her secretary to purchase the most
Third-Person POVDaphne stepped up to the microphone. "I'm Daphne Gibson, Kendrick's wife. Happy birthday, Robert. And while I have everyone's attention, I'd like to make one more announcement."Kendrick has signed the transfer agreement. As of today, Fletcher Corporation belongs to Oliver!"As she spoke, her gaze fell on Oliver's flushed face, glowing with excitement. Yet, she couldn't help picturing Kendrick's pale face. She knew he'd been humiliated, but she couldn't embarrass Oliver publicly. Daphne figured she would just make it up to Kendrick when they got home. After all, he loved her so much. No matter what she did, he would always forgive her. With that in mind, she cleared her throat and motioned for the staff to display the transfer agreement on the large screen behind her. But instead of the contract, two familiar faces appeared. "Oli… I could stay in your arms forever," Daphne cooed."Easy, Daphne. Someone might see us. I only let this happen because I'm grat
Kendrick's POVI looked down, refusing to let anyone see the bitterness in my gaze. So, that was it. Instead of buying me new clothes, Daphne had been fooling around with Oliver. She'd claimed she'd only watch from the sidelines, but in the end, she couldn't stay away from him. Refusing to give Oliver the reaction he wanted, I wheeled toward the restroom. When I came back out, I froze. Oliver had my mother's urn in his hands. Worse still, he was casually tossing it from hand to hand. Rage burned through me as I charged at him in my wheelchair. "Are you out of your mind? Put my mother's urn down!" I barked. "I knew you were cruel, Oliver, but I'd never thought you'd stoop this low."I shoved Oliver aside. He lost his balance, and his drink splashed all over his pants. Then, he leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, "Kendrick, your whore of a mother gave birth to a bastard like you. Dead or alive, she was nothing but something for people to use."Wha







