It was our fifth anniversary and my birthday. I had been looking forward to that evening and our dinner at a high-end restaurant. I had hardly seen my husband in the last few months. He had become distant and absent ever since he had finally graduated from Harvard. I knew that he would soon take over his father's company. He had been working hard for that moment, and truthfully, I had been working nearly twice as hard to help him achieve his goal. But I'd never complained. I would have done anything for him. I loved him with all my heart. And until this moment, I thought that he loved me just as much.
“Well? Say something, Lilly.” Annoyance and impatience sharpened my husband's tone. “You've been staring at those documents for five minutes now.”
Perhaps I was, but it wasn't easy to recover from the heart-shattering shock since instead of a high-class meal I had been given several pages of brutal revelation. “You… want to… divorce me?” I choked out, slowly raising my head to face him.
He leaned back in his seat and smoothed his short, brown hair with his fingers. “You can read, can you?”
My trembling hand reached for the glass of wine, then I gulped it down as if the liquor could miraculously fix this situation. The wine fell down my throat, but the thick knot that formed there remained and kept growing. I couldn't breathe. My heart hammered at a torturous rate. A hot tear traced the skin of my cheek, but I somehow stopped the rest of them from falling. We were in a public place… Of course we were. He knew that I would never cause a scene in an expensive restaurant.
“Why Kenneth?” The strangled sound barely sounded like my voice.
There was no resemblance between the man I knew and the man sitting in front of me. This Kenneth was cold and indifferent. His gray eyes lacked any warmth, and the lips I loved to kiss now formed a tight, thin line. He held my gaze for a few more seconds before pulling out another document from his briefcase and placing it in front of me.
“You promised me an heir, remember? That was the only condition on which my parents agreed to our marriage.” He sighed, sounding almost bored. "Yet, after five years, you still didn't give me a child. Moreover, the tests prove that you are nearly barren.”
His words cut me deeper than that damn petition for divorce. “Will you blame me for the miscarriage I had a year ago? The doctor said I was healthy, and there was nothing wrong with—”
“Look at the fucking test results, Lilly,” he hissed, pointing at the documents.
A shudder coursed through me. “Why do you have those?” My hands fisted as I stared at my doctor's signature. I remembered he wanted to do some tests as—as he claimed—precaution, but this? “Even I haven't seen any of this yet. You shouldn't be able to—”
“Seriously, Lilly?” He slowly shook his head as if I were a child who needed scolding. “You know that Doctor Rogers and I were friends. He was concerned, and he gave me your results. And I am grateful that he did. We shouldn't continue something that is useless.”
Air escaped me in a rush. “Useless? You call our love—” I stopped my words as the cruel realization hit me with the strength of the speeding truck. That love was never ours; it couldn't be. There was only MY love for him. “Was the child all you wanted from me?” I whispered.
He huffed. “What else could you have given me? You have no name, no money, no talents to use... You could have only given me a child, and you failed even at that.”
“How can you be so cruel?” I breathed out, barely holding the thick layer of tears from falling.
He fixed his eyes on me and gave me a faint smile that felt nearly like sympathy. “I decided you deserved my honesty after those five years. You would rather I lie to you?”
My mouth opened, but no words came out. Did I want him to lie to me? No. But now I felt as if he had been lying to me many times throughout our marriage. He had never mentioned that having a child was some kind of priority. Now his words sounded as if being his wife was a privilege I should have earned, and I hadn't. “Marriage is not a transaction,” I said softly.
He breathed out a laugh. “On the contrary, Lilly. Marriage is business, and I was given no choice. I hope that you understand that and sign the papers. I'd hate to go to court and talk about our sex life in front of the judge.”
Was he seriously blaming ME for our nearly nonexistent sex life? I ground my teeth. “How could we have sex if you weren't even coming home most of the time?”
He rubbed his temples. “Let's be serious, Lilly. I was working my ass off at the university while you stayed at home. It was only natural that I wanted to go out from time to time. But I don't want to argue.”
For five long years, I had been shoving my anger into the farthest and darkest corners of my mind. I did it every time his family insulted me, every time they laughed at how I was dressed or questioned my makeup, and every time they mocked that my parents left me. I resisted it because I thought that HE was worth it. But that anger hadn't dispersed—it had been merely stored. Now that anger had turned into a fiery rage, ready to erupt.
“You don't want to argue?” I strained through my clenched teeth. “You think I stayed at home and did nothing? Then who cooked your food, did your laundry, ironed your shirts, and wrote at least half of your essays?”
He worked his jaw. “I agree that you were sometimes… helpful. But the CEO of Welch Med Industries needs a wife able to do more than a maid you can hire anywhere.”
“A maid…” Bitterness curved my lips into a soft smile. “That is what I am to you... a maid you didn't have to pay?”
He hit the table with his fist, drawing the unwanted attention of at least half of the restaurant hall. He glanced around and cursed under his breath. “Look what you made me do, Lilly.” That patronizing tone appeared again. “I can admit that those five years weren't all bad. I might have even loved you at some point. But we both have to be reasonable and move on.”
“Be reasonable? Move on?” I hissed as the surge of rage slowly scorched my veins.
His hands fisted. “Sign. The damn. Papers.”
My eyes drifted to the bottle of wine, and, for a moment, I imagined it smashing against his head. But hitting and cursing him wouldn't change anything. He didn't love me. He didn't want me. I was nothing but a joke to him…
Forcing a deep breath into my lungs, I pulled out a pen from my purse and placed my signature where he wanted me to. I debated shoving those documents into his throat, but knowing him, he had a copy of this petition prepared just in case. Clenching my teeth, I handed him the signed document, feeling as if I were tearing a piece of my soul.
“Good girl.” I heard him call me that way many times, and this time it hardly sounded any different, but only now did I hear the hint of mockery hidden under superficial warmth. I couldn't believe how foolish I was.
My façade of composure was cracking. I was seconds away from falling into pieces, but I would not give him that satisfaction. I started rising to my feet—
“One more thing,” he said, gesturing at me to sit down. “You need to move out of my apartment, and you have to do it tonight.”
I blinked. “W-what?”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You're on your own now.”
“I paid rent for that apartment for almost a year!” I snapped.
He shrugged. “And now you won't have to. The apartment is in my name. It doesn't belong to you, just like ninety percent of the things inside it. Go there now. Pack your things. Leave the key at the reception. I won't be back until the morning.”
My fury rose, but he was right. There was nothing I could do. I was blind and naïve, and now I was about to pay a heavy price for it.
Clenching my jaw, I rose from my seat. Then I lifted my chin, straightened my back, and pivoted to the door. There was no farewell. Our parting was silent. I had never realized that, but we were playing a game. He won, and I had to swallow the bitterness of defeat.
I curled my fingers around the railing to support my steps while I walked down the stairs. The four-inch heels weren't helping, but I kept my steps steady as if I were holding on to the final shreds of my dignity. I was five steps away from the ground floor when one of my heels broke. I lost my balance and was about to fall when a pair of strong arms circled my waist from behind me.
“Are you all right, Miss?” a deep, velvet-like voice asked.
“I… I am,” I breathed out as he helped me down. As soon as I regained my footing on steady ground, I turned around to face him. My breath hitched.
The man before me looked like a dark and dangerous version of an angel—a dark-haired and blue-eyed angel wrapped in a black tuxedo. As strange as it might sound, my cracked-open and aching heart tripped at the sight of him. I figured it must have been seriously broken, and I had to leave this place before I either shattered into tiny pieces or did something entirely stupid like embracing him.
“Thank you,” I muttered, grabbing the broken heel and snapping it off. He watched me as I tore off the other heel, and I noticed a side of his full lips curve into a smirk.
“Are you sure you're OK?” he asked, this time with a hint of amusement.
I drew a deep breath. “No,” I said truthfully. “But I will be.” A soft smile tugged at my lips as I gently bowed my head and walked to the exit.
My mother—before she left me—used to say that people could either be rich or loved, as if that could explain why she had always been penniless. I wondered where I fit according to this saying because, right now… I was neither.
I walked into our apartment on Lexington Street and froze. This place was supposed to be my home. I was supposed to raise children and grow old here, but now it turned into something unfamiliar and suffocating.I willed my feet forward, passing the large dining room and entering the master bedroom. My breaths became shallow, and I could no longer restrain the tears gathering in my eyes. Hot drops streamed down my cheeks as I mindlessly threw my clothes into the old suitcase. Perhaps it was fortunate that I had so little. The sooner I could leave this apartment, the better.My vision became blurry, and the ugly crying sounds ripped through my throat again and again, but I kept moving, hectically grabbing my documents from the study room and tossing them into my bag. I stopped by the desk and started emptying the bottom drawers where I kept my papers. Then I moved to the upper ones, throwing the pile of letters—Shit. It wasn't my drawer but Kenneth's… I wiped my tears off my eyes and r
I remembered that day. I had found out that I was pregnant just a week earlier. Kenneth seemed to be anticipating that baby as much as I did. That day, he said that he had some urgent matters to discuss with his father. He left early, but he prepared an herbal tea for me. He said that it would help the baby. God… Had he put the pill in that teapot?I felt sick. I clamped my hand over my mouth and tried breathing through my nose. My head was spinning, and my heart painfully hammered against my chest. I didn't notice when Raven sat beside me and started rubbing my back.“Breathe, Lilly,” she whispered. “You need to calm down and breathe.”Calm down? How could I possibly calm down? I could admit my defeat. I could heal my broken heart in time. I could forget that I had ever loved that bastard. But this? I wanted this baby! I would have raised it even if I'd had to do it alone!“Lilly, this is only the prescription. You cannot be sure that he actually bought the drugs or that he gave them
I moved slightly and felt the softness of the mattress under me. My head rested on a comfortable pillow, and I was covered by a warm blanket. I took a deep breath, inhaling a masculine, slightly citrusy scent. Somehow it made me peaceful, but the quickly returning awareness shattered my moment of bliss.I opened my eyes and realized that I was in an unfamiliar bedroom. I jerked up to a sitting position and noticed an auburn-haired woman sitting by my bed. She was wearing a navy blue suit and a black button-up shirt. “No need to be afraid,” she said, offering me a soft smile as her green eyes drifted up and down my body, studying me. “I'm Jackie. I'm a doctor. Darren called me over after he brought you here.”My brows knitted. “Darren?”A nervous chuckle escaped her. “Right… Um… Awkward.” She scratched her head. “Darren is the guy who saved you from being hit by a truck. When you fell unconscious, he—idiotically—decided to take you to his apartment instead of behaving like a normal hum
My heart skipped several beats as I stared at him. What was he saying? Stay with him, as who? His guest? His companion? His lover?“You seem surprised,” he noticed.Well, of course I was. We knew nearly nothing about each other—I certainly knew nothing about him—and making such a proposal sounded ridiculous. Of course, his offer was tempting. I would soon be penniless, and staying in his penthouse could help me save some money as I looked for a job, but how could I trust a man I had just met?When I stayed silent for a few more seconds, he motioned his chin at Selene, and she brought our dinner. “Bon appetite,” she sang, placing a deliciously smelling plate in front of me.I smiled and muttered a thank you to her before shifting my gaze back to Darren. He watched me with an intensity that left me breathless. I didn't think I could swallow anything at all… maybe except for the water, because my mouth turned awfully dry. I gulped down my glass and sucked in a sharp breath.“Can you blam
Two Years LaterI took a deep breath and formed my lips into a bright smile. Back straightened, I slowly climbed the stairs in my four-inch Jimmy Choo stilettos. The silk layers of my blue gown danced around my feet with every step I took. Two years ago, I would have hidden myself from the bright flashes accompanying me as I walked to the main entrance. Now I faced them with confidence.The choice I had made back then changed everything. That night, I said goodbye to Lilly Sanders and embraced my new identity. I had learned that my father hadn't abandoned me, but he admitted that he had made a grave mistake by letting me stay with the woman who had grown to hate him—my mother. He didn't know that Mother had left me when I was fourteen, and I wasn't aware that he had been sending money for me every month until I had reached eighteen years old. Guess my mommy dearest fooled both of us...Becoming my father's daughter had been more than a little challenging. Certainly, William Hayes woul
My heart began to pound as I locked my eyes on Darren's sapphire irises. The tingling feeling spread throughout my body as if reminding me of the longing I felt. I almost forgot that I was still in Kenneth's grasp. My ex-husband twisted to look over his shoulder, slightly loosening his grip. “I'm talking with my wife. Fuck off,” he hissed. A dark smirk tugged at Darren's lips. “Ex-wife, as I recall.” He stepped closer and grabbed Kenneth's forearm. “Let. Her. Go.” Kenneth winced, releasing my hands and swinging his fist. Darren moved faster than my eyes could register. Not only did he dodge Kenneth's hit with ease, but, a second later, he had Kenneth with his face all but pressed against the wall and his arm painfully twisted on his back. I gasped as my ex-husband groaned and cursed. “Hands off!” he let out a muffled growl. Darren huffed out a chuckle and stepped back, releasing him. “I suggest you disappear. Otherwise, I will rethink my initial idea of breaking your arm.” Kennet
Restlessness held me in tight clutches. Could my father truly be responsible for Darren's father's death? Instead of trying to get some sleep, I turned on my laptop and started searching for anything related to Darren Knight and his father.It didn't take long to find out that Ellard Knight, the former CEO of Eques Gold Corporation, died five years ago. Darren's father was on his way home from a medical conference in Paris. He was on board his private jet when it exploded. The investigators found traces of explosives and confirmed that it was a bomb that caused the explosion, yet the police had never found the one who planted it.Of course, the lack of hard evidence didn't stop the rumors from spreading, and those said that Ellard Knight and my father had a huge argument the night before. According to some, my father had threatened Ellard's life, saying that he would make him regret it. Others also claimed that they had seen my father bribing one of the technicians at the Paris privat
The ginger-haired bimbo stood a few feet away from me. Her lips were curved downward, and her arms folded across her chest. One of her feet in Louboutin pumps nervously tapped against the floor. Her two friends stood half a step behind her, mimicking her disdainful expression, even though I was quite certain neither of them knew me. “You surely have the audacity to show up here,” Kathrine scoffed. “Your pathetic accusations caused Doctor Rogers a lot of trouble. Thankfully, Kenneth vouched for him.” “Of course he did,” I spat, rage seething through every pore of my skin. “He was Kenneth's accomplice after all.” I knew I shouldn't have lost my composure, but this matter kept awakening raw pain and uncontrollable anger. Kathrine stepped closer. She nonchalantly smoothed the lapel of her lilac jacket, making sure the diamond on her finger would sparkle enough to be noticed. “Why are you here, beggar?” I had to admit that I underestimated the size of her stupidity. Even after everythi