Elena looked into her husband's shaded eyes. The question struck the recesses of her heart subtly, yet deeply. She knew sooner or later Nathan would ask it. And tonight, when everything was quiet and the children were asleep, there was no better time to be honest."I'm not going," Elena replied firmly, her voice soft but sure.Nathan frowned, curious. "Are you sure? I know there are parts of your life left behind in that city. Companies, connections, and maybe old friends."Elena shook her head slowly. "Those things I can take care of from here. I've assembled a team I can trust. It's a different world now, husband. I can lead my company from a computer screen, through video conferencing, through weekly reports sent directly to me. I don't have to be there physically."Nathan held Elena's hand, his eyes looking deep, searching for unspoken honesty. "Then... why did you choose to stay here? I know you could have left at any time."Elena gave a small smile. "Because I already have a rea
"Darling, you are truly a gift to this family." The booming voice of Margaret Lancaster, her mother-in-law, filled the room. "At last, Damian has found a woman who can give him an heir." The smile on Elena's face slowly disappeared when she heard the voice from inside the room. She was about to give Damian—her husband of ten years—the best news of her life. Elena's hand tightly grasped the envelope containing the results of the doctor's examination. She was pregnant with her fourth child. Elena stopped in the doorway. Her eyes froze at the sight before her. A blonde woman with a perfect body was sitting gracefully on the sofa. She was so very perfect. She was Isabella Monroe. A top model who often graced fashion magazines. And now, she was sitting confidently in Elena's house, among her family. "Ah, Auntie, you're too much," Isabella laughed softly, her voice soft yet full of satisfaction. "Don't call me auntie, dear. You are now my daughter-in-law." "Right, call us Mommy and D
"Fine! We divorce, and take your three useless daughters!" Damian's voice echoed in the room, cold and heartless. Elena stood up straight, staring at Damian without a single tear on her face. Then she nodded slowly and turned away without another word. There was no point in prolonging a conversation with a man who didn't even appreciate his own flesh and blood. Her steps were quick up the stairs, heading straight for her children's rooms. Olivia, her eldest eight-year-old daughter, was reading a book on the bed. Katty, six, was playing with a doll, while Delya, the youngest at just three years old, slept soundly, her fingers still gripping the edge of her blanket. "Mommy?" Olivia looked at her mother in confusion. "Why does Mommy look angry?" Elena took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before speaking. "Honey, we need to get out of here right now."Katty turned her head, her eyes wide. "Leave? Where, Mom?""To a better place." Elena smiled softly, even though her hear
Elena let out a long sigh as she looked at the small apartment that would now be home to her and her three daughters. It was a far cry from the luxurious mansion she had lived in for the past ten years."This is our home now?" Olivia asked quietly, her eyes sweeping the modest room.Elena smiled, trying to look strong in front of her children. "Yes, darling. Our new home."Katty looked at her mother in confusion. "Does Daddy not want to be our Daddy anymore?" Katty's tears flowed freely, further breaking Elena's heart.However, Elena tried to smile in front of her three daughters.Delya, who still didn't understand what was happening, hugged her mother's legs tightly. "I want Daddy, Mommy."Elena squatted down, gently stroking the little one's hair. "Daddy can't be with us right now, but Mommy is always here for you, okay?"Olivia took Elena's hand, trying to encourage her mother. "It's okay, Mom. Mommy will be both mother and father to us," Olivia said.Elena smiled, holding back her
The next day, in front of the registry office, Elena stood tall with her head held high. Her hands clutched tightly around her small bag, while beside her, Damian stood proudly.An officer came in with two divorce certificates, handing them over one by one."This is the divorce certificate, sir, madam. You are now officially divorced," the officer said formally.Elena accepted the deed with a faint smile. Damian, meanwhile, just let out a long sigh, putting the divorce certificate into his coat without looking at it again."You think you can survive without me?" Damian said in a mocking tone.Elena turned her head, raising one eyebrow. "Of course."Damian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "Don't be silly, Elena. Without my money, you wouldn't have survived. You shouldn't have refused the compensation I gave you."Elena smiled sarcastically. "Oh, so now you're worried?" Damian shook his head slowly, as if taking pity. "I'm just thinking realistically. You have no one, no p
Only a day after Elena was officially divorced, her ex-husband's wedding invitation had already reached her. "You're invited to that asshole's wedding?!" Tamara's voice rose as Elena showed her the gold invitation with the engraved names of Damian Lancaster and Isabella Monroe. Elena just smiled wryly. "Of course. How could I not be invited? That jerk and that bitch want to see me hurt." Tamara snorted. "So, you're coming?" Elena nodded. "Yes." Tamara was wide-eyed. "El, are you crazy?! What for?!" Elena looked at the invitation coldly. "I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to see how quickly someone would replace me and remind myself that I'd never be caught in the same stupidity." Tamara sighed. "Well, then, you should come and show that bastard that you're okay. You need to look more classy." Elena smiled as she understood what Tamara was saying. "Alright, then I'll leave Olivia, Katty, and Delya to you.""Okay!"***As night fell, Elena stepped into the ballroo
After returning from the party, Elena sat down at her desk, staring at the blank paper in front of her. Her hand was already gripping the pencil, but her mind drifted towards the man she had just met tonight-Nathaniel Drake Sebastian. "Did I offend him?" she muttered under her breath. He didn't apologize when he bumped into her at the party, instead he just walked away. The man was definitely not the type to be ignored. Had Nathaniel asked her to make this suit as a form of punishment? Elena let out a long breath. "Never mind, I just need to keep my promise." Tamara, who was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, gave Elena a curious glance. "El, have you figured out what kind of design you want to make?" Elena tapped her pencil against the table. "I don't know what she likes yet. But I can guess from his style. A man like Nathaniel must like something classic, elegant and high quality." Tamara nodded in agreement. "He always looks neat. Seems like the type who do
Elena entered her apartment with tired steps, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She had just returned from Nathan's office after receiving a big offer as his personal designer. It was a great opportunity for her career before she returned to being Queen Elisabeth. . As soon as the door closed, Tamara, who was sitting on the sofa, turned around. "Wow, you just got back. So, how was it?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest. "You said that Mr. Nathan made you an offer. Did you accept it?"Elena placed her bag on the table, then flopped down on the sofa with a deep sigh. "Yes! I accepted his offer." Tamara stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious? You're going to work for that guy?" Elena nodded. "Yes. It's a great opportunity, Tamara. Mr. Nathan is not just another businessman, he has a wide network. If I work with him, my career could take off even faster." Tamara still looked doubtful. "Are you sure? He's a notoriously cold and calculating man.
Elena looked into her husband's shaded eyes. The question struck the recesses of her heart subtly, yet deeply. She knew sooner or later Nathan would ask it. And tonight, when everything was quiet and the children were asleep, there was no better time to be honest."I'm not going," Elena replied firmly, her voice soft but sure.Nathan frowned, curious. "Are you sure? I know there are parts of your life left behind in that city. Companies, connections, and maybe old friends."Elena shook her head slowly. "Those things I can take care of from here. I've assembled a team I can trust. It's a different world now, husband. I can lead my company from a computer screen, through video conferencing, through weekly reports sent directly to me. I don't have to be there physically."Nathan held Elena's hand, his eyes looking deep, searching for unspoken honesty. "Then... why did you choose to stay here? I know you could have left at any time."Elena gave a small smile. "Because I already have a rea
A week had passed. The sound of metal doors opening and closing echoed through the hallways of Rikers Island Women's Prison. Damian's steps sounded steady along the gray tiled floor. His hand held a large brown envelope that he had not let go of since the beginning.Isabella sat behind a thick glass partition, wearing an orange prison jumpsuit that made her face look even paler than usual. Her once perfectly coiffed hair now looked messy, her face tired, but her eyes still lit up with emotion when she saw Damian coming."Damian," she said quickly, standing up from the bench and approaching the glass. "Oh God, you're finally here."Damian sat up slowly without returning her smile. His eyes were sharp, his jaw hardened."I didn't come to defend you, Isabella," he said calmly but coldly.Isabella immediately panicked. "Wait, what do you mean? Damian, you know I was set up. I just... I just wanted to warn you about Elena. I didn't know the video would get out.""Don't lie anymore," Damian
Silence filled the room, with only the soft hum of breathing and the quiet ticking of the wall clock. The dim lights created a warm, dimly lit atmosphere, as if enveloping them in a paused embrace of time.Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, his body slightly inclined, one hand gently touching Elena's back. The touch was unhurried, like someone reading poetry directly from the skin of a lover."Elena," Nathan murmured softly."Hm?" she replied softly, her eyes not daring to look directly at him."Thank you... for letting me be your husband tonight. "Elena swallowed, then nodded. "I know, I'm not perfect, I've kept my distance for too long, I've held on to all the hurt for too long. But tonight, I am yours completely. ."Nathan nodded slowly, then leaned closer. His lips gently kissed the back of Elena's neck, making her body tense up instantly. There was a subtle tremor that traveled from the back of her neck to the rest of her body.Elena took a deep breath, then slowly shifted, lyin
Dusk had just fallen when Damian stood in front of Elena's apartment door. He raised his hand, wanting to knock, but then hesitated and lowered it again. It took a few seconds before he braced himself, knocking twice.Soon, the door opened. Elena stood on the threshold in a simple white T-shirt and beige trousers. Her hair was in a simple bun, her face devoid of makeup. But the serenity in her eyes radiated a power that made Damian remember why he loved her in the first place. And why would he betray a woman as beautiful as Elena?"Elena..." his voice was hoarse. "I need a moment. Just five minutes, if you please."Elena nodded slowly. "Come in."Damian stepped in nervously, his eyes sweeping around the room."Would you like something to drink?" asked Elena politely, her voice flat but not cold."No need. I just want to talk."They sat down in the living room. Damian rubbed his sweaty palms together. Elena waited without interrupting."I canceled the custody hearing," Damian said fina
Chapter 89 - Damian Cancels the TrialThe next day.Mr. Charles Lancaster's study was filled with the smell of cigars and old wood. The light from the desk lamp created long shadows on the wall. Damian stood with his back to his parents who sat opposite each other on the sofa, his eyes staring out the large window at the darkening garden. His suit hung loosely on his shoulders, his tie was loose, and his hair was slightly messy."I'm not going to continue the trial for Alva's custody," he said suddenly, his voice calm but firm.Margareth, who had been sipping tea, put down the cup with a loud noise. "What do you mean, Damian?" she asked, her voice rising an octave.Charles gave his son a sharp look. "Are you kidding me? After everything we've prepared-the lawyers, the evidence, the strategy-you suddenly pull out?"Damian slowly turned to face them. His face didn't show the slightest hesitation. "I'm not joking, Dad. I've given it a lot of thought and I realize that Alva is safer with
Chapter 88 - Damian's rageThe sound of a car door closing loudly boomed in the hotel's basement parking lot. Damian pushed Isabella into the back seat of their black SUV. His face was red, his eyes blazing wildly."Shut up! Don't open your mouth one word!" he hissed, breath catching.Isabella staggered into the car, her feet dragging on the floor. As soon as the door closed, Damian entered from the other side, sitting next to her, immediately closing the glass partition between them and the driver."I ask you again, ISABELLA-IS THIS TRUE?!"Isabella twisted her body, her face still wet with tears. "Damian... I can explain...""EXPLAIN?!" Damian shouted so loudly that the window shook. "The whole world saw that video! That's your face! Your body! In a hotel bed with a fucking stranger! You... You've ruined my reputation!"Isabella grabbed Damian's arm. "Please, listen to me first. I'm doing this for you... for our company. We need investors, Damian! You know that! They won't give me m
It's been one month since the video scandal took the world by storm. Elena chose to remain silent without clarifying, she worked quietly to organize legal measures, rebuild her image, and most importantly-prepare her final weapon. The day after tomorrow, the custody battle would begin. But today was the day when Elena, the famous designer with a business empire, would no longer remain silent.That morning, the ballroom at one of Manhattan's five-star hotels was packed. Rows of cameras, microphones and journalists from various countries filled the room. Whispers and speculation filled the air.At 10 o'clock, Nathan entered first, standing next to the podium. Shortly after, Elena emerges from behind the curtain. Dressed in an ivory white suit, hair in a neat bun, her face was calm but her eyes were sharp. The whole room immediately fell silent."Thank you for coming to this press conference," Elena said, her voice clear and steady. "Today, I stand not as a designer, not as an entreprene
In the afternoon, Elena, Nathan and the children returned to the apartment. The children had already gone up to their rooms.Nathan closed the door and took off his tie as he took a deep breath."Wife, would you like some hot tea?" he asked as he headed for the kitchen."Sure," Elena replied from the living room. She slipped off her shoes and sat on the sofa. "I think my neck is a little sore..."Before Nathan could make it to the kitchen, the television automatically turned on-a smart feature that instantly brought up the breaking news from the local channel.Breaking news! A shocking scandalous video has been widely circulated for the past hour. It is strongly suspected that the woman in the video is Elena - the famous designer, Queen Elisabeth.^Nathan immediately stopped walking. Elena looked quickly at the screen.The two-minute video showed a naked woman riding the body of a middle-aged man identified as William Hargrave, 55, Elena's former business partner at the German branch.
A modern room on the third floor of a law firm in Midtown Manhattan. The room contained wooden shelves of law books, thick carpeting, and wide windows overlooking the busy city.Damian Lancaster sat at the end of a long glass-topped desk, his suit perfect without a single wrinkle. Beside him, Isabella looked elegant, but the look in her eyes was sharp. Across from them, Jared Matthews-a lawyer specializing in custody and family cases-is staring intently at the file Damian has just handed him."All the documents are there," Damian said, his tone firm. "DNA test results, records of the Elena scandal."Jared flips through the pages, his brow furrowing occasionally. He doesn't speak right away."Add to that the news that just went viral last week," Isabella interrupted, handing over a cell phone with a link to Elena's scandalous past. "That woman has a bad track record. Not fit to be a mother."Damian gave her a quick glance. "That's what I used as evidence of moral judgment. I don't mean