Mag-log inAurora smiled softly as she rested against Damien's chest. Her fingers moved slowly across the fabric of his shirt, tracing lazy circles as though she already belonged there.
"Damien, you're not yet divorced, so we shouldn't be so intimate with each other. Otherwise, Selene will resent me if she continues to see us." Her voice was gentle, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Damien's expression immediately darkened. "She wouldn't dare do anything." His tone was cold enough to send chills down anyone's spine. Aurora tilted her head slightly, and spoke again."And what if she sees us again?" Damien let out a dismissive scoff. "She has been seeing us this close ever since you came back. Besides, she's only my wife on paper. She should know her place." Aurora smiled and leaned closer, pleased by his answer. Downstairs, the entire Vance family had already gathered in the living room. Meanwhile, Selene stood quietly inside the dining room. She carefully arranged the dining table one final time with careful precision. She straightened each folded napkin and adjusted every fork and knife until they were perfectly aligned. To anyone watching, she looked like a devoted wife preparing for a family gathering. But inside, she felt nothing but exhaustion. Years of disappointment had finally worn her down. As Damien walked through the hallway, his eyes landed on her figure. For a brief moment, he watched her, and the sight immediately made him smirk. "Does she think doing all this will change anything?" His gaze swept across the carefully arranged table. "How desperate." Without another glance, he turned away. Twenty minutes later, the butler rushed toward him. "Sir." Damien frowned. "What is it?" The butler lowered his voice and whispered into his ear. Immediately, Damien's expression changed. "She left?" The question escaped his lips before he could stop himself. The butler nodded."Just now, sir." Damien stared at him."Left when?" "Only a few minutes ago." The butler hesitated briefly. "Mrs. Vance didn't take anything with her. She removed her apron and left through the back door." For a second, Damien simply stood there, His brows slowly knitted together. Left? Just like that? That didn't sound like Selene. A strange feeling crawled into his chest. Without another word, he strode upstairs and went straight toward the master bedroom. Everything remained exactly where it had always been. The room was spotless, and nothing appeared disturbed. Damien walked toward the large window overlooking the driveway. Just then, a black Escalade emerged from the estate gates. The luxury vehicle moved smoothly down the road before disappearing from view. His eyes narrowed. "Wasn't she the one begging me not to proceed with the divorce hours ago?" His grip tightened against the window frame. "Now it seems she's excited to move on." The thought irritated him far more than it should have. For years, Selene had revolved around him. Yet now she had left without even saying goodbye. Damien immediately pulled out his phone and dialed his secretary's number. "Sir?" His secretary's voice came through. "Check this license plate number. KA49944 "Yes, sir, I'll look into it immediately." The call ended. Damien remained by the window. The silence around him felt strangely suffocating. Ten minutes later, his phone rang again. He answered instantly. "Well?" "Sir, the vehicle belongs to the CEO of Constance Groups." Damien's eyes narrowed, while his secretary continued. "The owner is Michael Ashford. Eldest son of the Ashford family." Damien's fingers slowly tightened around his phone. Michael Ashford. One of the most influential young businessmen in the country.The heir of a powerful family How could Selene possibly know someone like him? When Damien first met her, she had been nothing more than a poor village girl. So how exactly had she gotten into Michael Ashford's car? The more he thought about it, the darker his expression became. A dangerous look entered his eyes. "Have you already found another man?" The thought burned through him. For reasons he couldn't explain, anger surged through him. Before he could think further, another voice interrupted him. "Mr. Vance." His grandmother's secretary approached while holding several documents. "I need your signature on these documents." "What is it?" The secretary flipped through the papers. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir." He adjusted his glasses. "Madam ordered three bouquets of roses for Mrs. Vance. She requested that the purchase be signed under your name." Damien frowned. Why would his grandmother order roses for selene The secretary hesitated before speaking again. "It's Mrs Vance's birthday today, and your wedding anniversary too " The words landed heavily. For a brief second, Damien froze. Something flashed through his mind. His chest tightened unexpectedly. Today was also her birthday, and he had completely forgotten. Inside the black Escalade, Selene sat quietly by the window, beside her sat Michael Ashford. His expression was filled with concern as he gently took both her hands into his. "How about we get your favorite milkshake?" His voice was soft. "Your second brother already launched his five-star café. He'll be thrilled to see you." Selene managed a weak smile. "I'm not in the mood for anything right now, Mike." Her voice cracked slightly. The moment the words left her mouth, the strength she had been holding onto finally broke. Tears gushed from her eyes. Michael immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His heart ached as he watched his sister cry. The Ashford family's treasured daughter reduced to this because of Damien Vance. Selene slowly leaned against his shoulder. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to feel safe. Her phone suddenly vibrated, and a message appeared on the screen. Selene opened the message, her gaze froze. "Thank you so much for giving me what rightfully belongs to me." Aurora. A bitter smile appeared on her lips. Her fingers slowly tightened around the phone. The last piece of hope inside her finally died. A painful realization settled in her heart. Everything had truly ended. "Don't tell me you still miss that fool after everything he has done." Michael's voice carried obvious frustration. Selene remained silent for several seconds. Then she looked out the window. "It's our anniversary today." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "And my birthday." Michael's face darkened instantly."Damien is an idiot, a complete fool.He doesn't deserve you." Selene lowered her gaze. Slowly, her hand moved toward her stomach. Her fingers rested there gently. A mother's instinct already beginning to form. Inside her, a tiny life was growing. "I have no regrets whatsoever."This time, her voice was stronger. She rubbed her stomach gently. A silent promise forming in her heart. "I will keep this child far away from Damien. Selene lifted her head. "I am completely over him." Her voice rang with certainty. She stared ahead at the road unfolding before them. "Nothing will ever make me go back to him anymore."The gentle hum of the record player was shattered by the sound of glass splintering against the hardwood floor. "Maureen?" Ethan called out, setting down his tablet as he rushed toward the lounge. Maureen stood near the floor-to-ceiling window, her hand pressed tightly against her stomach. Her face had drained of all color, paper-white and slick with a sudden cold sweat. Beneath the hem of her silk loungewear, a dark red stain was blooming rapidly, pooling onto the rug. "Ethan..." Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with sudden terror. "Something’s... wrong." Ethan’s eyes widened in horror. Without hesitation, he scooped his sister into his arms, ignoring the blood soaking into his own shirt. "Hold on! Just hold on, Maureen!" He sprinted out to the private garage, laying her gently across the back seat of his SUV before driving toward the city's private medical center. As the tires screeched out of the driveway into the pouring rain, Ethan dialed his father with a shaking
Aurora fled the main manor down the dimly lit hallway, her heels clicking sharp and fast against the marble floor as tears streamed down her cheeks. None of the house staff moved to comfort her. Over the past three years, the maids had watched her pull the exact same routine whenever she wanted to guilt Damien into submission—a tearful exit calculated to make everyone feel responsible for her distress. Inside the quiet living room, Damien sat motionless on the leather sofa. His tailored shirt was still damp from the rain outside, but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes remained fixed on the wooden box rested on the coffee table—specifically on the shredded remnants of the suit Selene had painstakingly stitched for him by hand. The room fell into heavy silence, broken only by the soft click of Sarah entering with a silver tray. "Sir," she said gently, setting a steaming mug down on the glass surface. "It's getting late. Drink some warm milk before you try to rest." Her eye
Sarah shifted uncomfortably under Damien’s intense stare, shooting a sharp, pointed look toward Aurora, who was fidgeting near the doorway."I explicitly told Miss Moon earlier today that the chest on your nightstand was off-limits," Sarah said, raising her voice just enough for the surrounding staff to hear. "I reminded her how much care Mrs Vance put into making those items before she left."Sarah deliberately emphasized Maureen’s former title as the true lady of the house, calculatedly pressing on Aurora's deepest insecurity to force her hand.The tactic worked instantly. Aurora's composure snapped."I threw it out!" she snapped, her face flushed with irritation. "I had the staff dump it!"Damien’s expression hardened, his eyes turning dangerous. "Where is it?""Why do you even care about a relic from a ended marriage?!" Aurora demanded, her voice rising in frustration. "You divorced her! I’m the one standing beside you now! Why are you still clinging to scraps she left behind? Hav
When Damien returned to the estate, rain dripped heavily from his tailored coat as if he had walked straight into a tempest.Sarah hurried into the foyer, a dry towel held in her trembling hands. "Goodness, Let me dry you off—"Without a word, Damien brushed past her, his expression stormier than the weather outside. He pushed the towel aside and ascended the grand staircase with heavy, measured steps."What on earth happened?" Sarah asked Lucas in a hushed, anxious tone. "Who could have possibly made him this furious?""If you have a moment later, try to bring him something warm," Lucas advised quietly, wringing out his own damp cuffs. "He was deceived.""Deceived?!" Sarah gasped, horrified. "A man as sharp as Damien? How could anyone pull one over on him? Should we alert the family's security team?"lucas offered a weary, bitter smile. "No police or security team can solve this. He didn't fall for a simple financial scam... he met someone who knows how to completely unravel him."He
Damien found no relief in his newfound freedom. Winning back his independence to pursue Aurora hadn't brought the clarity he expected; instead, an unsettling weight pressed against his chest, leaving him feeling as though he had fallen short of his own standards.A sharp knock broke the silence of his office. "Come in," Damien called out.Lucas entered briskly, clutching a navy file folder."Mr. Vance the investigative report is in," He reported, stepping up to the desk. "Ashford Hotel officially severed ties with moon Corp and canceled their supply agreements with Sareal kitchenware over a week ago. Initially, Ashford Group kept the exact reasons quiet, leaving the media to trade in idle rumors."He paused, opening the file. "It was only after Ms. moon went public with her accusations against your ex wife Selene that Ashford Group released the proof of defective shipments, setting off the current public firestorm."Damien's jaw set hard. He opened his desk drawer, retrieved a blister
When Maureen re-entered the executive suite, Rachael rushed toward her, her hands trembling visibly as she smoothed down her outfit."My heart was pounding out of my chest, Ms. Ashford!" she gasped, letting out a ragged breath. "Mr. Vance carries such an overwhelming, suffocating presence. My knees almost buckled the second he stepped through the door. Did... did I play the part well enough?""You were exceptional," Maureen replied, her tone calm and approving. She pulled a sleek, heavy envelope from her purse and handed it over. "This should cover your trouble.""Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, accepting the envelope and feeling the thick stack of bills beneath the paper.Before she could step away, Steven stepped forward, sliding a crisp NDA across the sleek glass table toward her."We appreciate your hard work, but discretion is non-negotiable," Steven stated firmly, holding out a pen. "For everyone's protection, a formal confidentiality agreement is required."Maureen offered
The question hung in the air between them, heavier than anything Richard had said so far.Maureen forgot how to breathe for a second. She had known this moment was coming the instant her father started flipping through the report. She'd known he would find the name eventually. She just hadn't expec
Damien barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same scene: the private café, the birthday display, Michael Ashford standing beside Selene. No, beside his ex-wife. The image irritated him more than he cared to admit, and it made no sense, because none of this should have mattered to
The moment the black Escalade rolled through the towering iron gates of the Ashford estate, Maureen felt her chest tighten. She had been gone for three long years.The familiar fountain stood proudly in the center of the circular driveway, illuminated by soft lights. Beyond it stretched the grand m
Aurora had not only been Damien's first love — she was the daughter of a longtime family friend of the Vances, a connection that guaranteed her a seamless invitation to a private dinner at the estate. Even so, the mood at the table remained suffocating. Damien sat rigid, a hard crease pressed betw







