🔥 WARNING: SLOW BURN and RICH IN NARRATIVE 🔥 Ashley and Josh were in a political marriage. At first, Ashley went along with it because she had liked Josh since childhood. But for Josh, it was a different story. He was head over heels for his girlfriend, Sharon. Josh was always cold to her and openly prioritized Sharon over everything else. It felt like torture for Ashley, and it seemed like it was only her who was dealing with it. Even worse, when they moved to Los Angeles, Sharon was brought along. Ashley desperately wanted to get out of the hell that Josh had built for her, but she was hindered by the agreement she had made with her family. There would be fatal consequences she might face if she divorced Josh. The only option she had was to have Josh be the one to file for divorce instead. So she did everything she could to make Josh, who was usually apathetic, turn to hating her. With help from Mark, CEO of Ashley's workplace and Josh's rival company, Ashley intensifies her efforts to carry out her plans to escape Josh. But at the same time, unexpectedly, she begins to experience a series of horrors that threaten her life. Ashley suspects that Josh is the mastermind behind all of this and urges herself to be more cautious in her actions. "My husband, Josh Lim, is the only person who will benefit from my death.” Surprisingly, Josh and—especially—Sharon are not spared as the target of terror, which makes Josh and Ashley strongly suspicious of each other. Their secret investigations lead to the revelation of dark secrets between their families. _________ × The beginning focus heavily on Josh and Sharon. × Josh and Ashley’s relationship will begin intensely from Chapter 50.
View MoreNot long after, Josh entered their bedroom. The scorching afternoon breeze slipped in through the window that had not been properly closed, carrying the scent of dust and silence into the room. Outside, the city of Los Angeles grew busier and more crowded, as if no one out there was not in a battle against time. No sound from the vehicles below reached their penthouse floor, but the density of the atmosphere down there could be felt by anyone.Josh walked with brisk steps. He had stopped by the house briefly to retrieve a written document. The moment he opened the bedroom door, he naturally turned toward the wardrobe room on the right side of the spacious master bedroom. But his steps halted halfway.Something on the bed caught the corner of his eye as he walked. His feet stopped instinctively, and his body turned to make sure of what he had seen.A mound was visible beneath the blanket, on the right side of the bed. At first, Josh only frowned. But then, faintly, he heard a sound. A
Claire walked Ashley all the way into the apartment, not leaving her side until she was certain Ashley had settled—at least enough to breathe a little easier. Only then did she offer a soft goodbye, her hand lingering a second longer on Ashley’s arm, as if trying to anchor her back to solid ground.“Get some rest,” she said. “Turn off your phone if you have to. Take care of yourself.”Ashley nodded. A faint smile formed, more like a crack across glass than anything sincere.Once the door clicked shut behind her, silence fell like a heavy curtain.Ashley stood still for a moment in the narrow hallway, her body wrapped in the echo of her own thoughts. Then, slowly, as if each movement had to be negotiated with the weight pressing down on her, she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Each stair felt heavier than the last, as if her body were tied to stones. The bedroom welcomed her like a void—quiet, dim, but far from comforting. She slipped inside and let the door close behind her,
The morning at the office unfolded with a kind of predictable rhythm: the gentle staccato of fingers tapping keyboards, the steady hum of the air conditioning, and the murmurs of idle conversations spilling over cubicle walls. Nothing in the air hinted at what was coming—no tremor, no omen. Just a Monday like any other.Then, the glass doors at the lobby slid open, and a delivery man stepped inside. He carried a box wrapped in pale pink paper and tied with a gleaming satin ribbon—a package so meticulously adorned, it felt more like a gift for a wedding than something dropped off during business hours.He scanned the room until he spotted an employee passing by."Excuse me," he said, polite but firm. "Can you show me where to find Ashley Song? I delivered a package for her."The employee, taken slightly aback, pointed toward the far end of the room. "There—corner cubicle. Miss Song, you’ve got a package!" He shouted a little.Ashley, mid-keystroke, paused. Her eyes flicked over her mon
Ashley sat before the vanity, bathed in the soft glow of the lamp, slowly wiping away the remnants of her makeup. Each stroke of the cotton pad was heavy, deliberate—as if she were trying to erase the memory of everything that had happened tonight. Her eyes were distant, her mouth pressed into a thin line, her shoulders stiff with unspoken tension.Josh appeared in the doorway a moment later, his footsteps light against the hardwood floor. He stood there in silence at first, taking in the sight of her—the woman he loved, unraveling in quiet exhaustion.He stepped closer. "Ash," he said gently. "I’m serious, what’s going on? Why did you send me a message like that? You know I’ve been trying to reach you."Ashley didn’t look at him. Her gaze stayed fixed on her reflection in the mirror. "I told you. My battery died.""Still," Josh persisted, pulling out the chair beside her. "Your message... It was very strange. 'Please track my location, in case something happens'? What was that about?
A few seconds later, Ashley saw it.Read.Josh had seen her message. Relief surged for a blink of a second—like a gasp of air in drowning lungs. She stared at the typing bubble, waiting, clutching her phone like a lifeline.But then… the screen dimmed.Ashley tapped it. Again. Once more.Nothing. Black screen.“No—no, no, not now…” she whispered.The battery had died. Her only connection to Josh was gone, just like that. Swallowed by the same darkness that enveloped the road outside.A low hum filled the taxi, only broken by the muted rattle of the tires on uneven pavement. Ashley gripped the edge of the seat so tightly her knuckles paled. She glanced sideways, then back to the rearview mirror. The driver’s eyes no longer met hers. Instead, his gaze was set forward, rigid and unblinking.Ashley swallowed, her throat dry and tight.She turned to the window again, watching the trees smear past like streaks of ink. Her breath left fog on the glass. Her chest tightened as the minutes drag
The elevator jolted slightly as it halted on the ground floor, its metallic doors parting with a reluctant hiss. Ashley bolted out like breath held too long, chest rising and falling as though the silence upstairs still chased her. Her heels clicked frantically against the polished marble of the empty lobby, a ghostly metronome in a building that had long since fallen asleep.Glass doors slid open at her approach. The night air slapped her cheeks—cool and sharp, cutting through her panic like icy water. She stepped onto the sidewalk, her bag slung awkwardly over her shoulder, glancing left and right. The street was mostly deserted, but the amber glow of street lamps painted puddles of light on the wet asphalt.And then, as if the universe threw her a bone, a taxi drifted by—slow, almost eerie in its timing.Ashley raised her hand with urgency, and the taxi stopped with a sigh of brakes. She climbed in, closing the door with fingers that still trembled.“Where to?” the driver asked wit
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