LOGINThe early autumn breeze carried a hint of chill, twisting a few green-yellow sycamore leaves into spirals as they drifted down onto the steps of the courthouse.When Adriana arrived, a familiar black Maybach was parked by the curb.Chris sat in the back seat, wearing sunglasses, his face pale as snow, back rigid, the window half-open. The morning light carved sharp shadows across his defined features. A cigarette hung between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air.Adriana wore a simple milk-coffee trench coat over a plain white dress. Her face was bare, untouched by makeup, giving her a serene beauty that felt effortlessly clean.She walked steadily to the car. Chris stubbed out his cigarette, opened the door, and gestured for her to enter.They sat side by side. The air between them was taut with unspoken tension.Adriana tucked her hair behind her ear. "Aren't we going in?""Do you have everything you need?"His voice was low, blending with the cool morning breeze. H
Chris stared at the glaring words, and at last, the truth hit him: the warmest light of his life had truly been extinguished—by his own hands.Adriana was strong, resilient, and open-hearted. Even after leaving him, she would thrive.But Edward… that little boy, he couldn't bear to entrust him to a mother as ruthless as Joan.Chris sat in the private room until the restaurant closed, finally lifting his heavy hand to sign the agreement.Perhaps, after the divorce, Adriana might return to him. She had no family of her own and valued her connections more than anyone else. He refused to believe she could truly abandon more than a decade of shared life as if it were nothing.Francesco was already married, and Oliver, the only young master of the Reeves family, could never be allowed to be with a divorced woman of no background. Alone, Adriana would have no one.He didn't receive a reply immediately. He assumed the divorce negotiations would drag on for days, but just before sleep, a
"Go ahead." Chris smiled faintly, pushing the dessert plate a little closer to her.From her bag, Adriana took out a transparent, hard-shell folder and handed it to him with both hands."Take a look at this," she said, her voice steady, her heart utterly calm.Chris, puzzled, picked up the folder. Through the plastic cover, the bold black letters on the first page caught his eye.Divorce Agreement.His breath stopped. The folder shook in his hands uncontrollably.It was as if he couldn't comprehend the words before him. His eyes locked on the page, trying to pierce through the paper itself.A few seconds passed. He slowly raised his head, shock and disbelief etched deep into his features."Adriana… what… what does this mean?"His voice was strained, dry, unfamiliar."Divorce? You want to divorce me?""Yes," she replied, meeting his pained gaze without flinching. "We're done, Chris. This is the end for us.""No! I won't agree to this!" He slammed the folder onto the table, l
Adriana decided to eat first—finish the meal before bringing up the divorce. She knew Chris too well; if she pulled out the agreement now, neither of them would be able to focus on dinner."You know my taste. Just order whatever you like," Chris said. He removed his suit jacket and handed it to the waiter before sitting across from her, his gaze fixed steadily on her face.Since entering the workplace, she had gained that quiet elegance unique to a mature woman.Adriana didn't hesitate over the menu. She ordered four or five dishes they used to enjoy together and added a nourishing soup for Chris.When the waiter left, she looked up and asked casually, "How's your health?"The tone was polite, almost like ordinary friends making small talk—devoid of extra concern."Recovering fine. No need to worry," he said, straightening in his chair, masking the lingering aches in his body."That's good," she murmured, lowering her gaze to fidget with the bracelet on her wrist.Chris noticed
After Adriana hung up, Joan's call came through. Her voice was quivering with tears."Chris… Joshua's lying. I'm innocent!"This time, Joan was genuinely panicked. That useless fool Joshua had managed not only to ruin everything but also to betray her. Though Dean had left a safety net to prevent her from being directly implicated, the surveillance footage from the bar and Adriana's home made it impossible for her to completely clear her name.She couldn't worry about what others thought—her priority was securing Chris. As long as he still believed her, there was a chance to salvage the situation."Joan," Chris's voice was cold, laced with disgust, "my tolerance for you exists only for Edward. Don't take me for a fool."Joan realized that no amount of excuses would help. She softened her tone. "Chris… I was foolish, only for Edward. Please forgive me just this once.""If it weren't for Edward, I wouldn't spare you for a second. You'd better take care of yourself," Chris said, his
Chris's expression was dark, his silence carrying the weight of authority and pressing down on the entire conference room.The PR head hesitated, then spoke cautiously. "Some of the major influencers are refusing payment. They absolutely won't take down the videos."Chris's voice grew impatient. "Then sue them for defamation. Send a lawyer's notice.""That would only escalate the conflict," she replied. "The best solution is for you and Mrs. Slater to appear publicly and clarify the situation."Her words were careful and measured. She had even contacted the platform itself—they had refused to cooperate. Sending lawyer's notices now would only hand the influencers more material to exploit.Rubbing his brow, Chris ended the meeting and immediately called Adriana from his office."Adriana… I need your help."Adriana listened quietly to his plea, then let out a bitter, cold laugh."Chris, you want me to defend the very person who tried to kill me?" she asked, each word deliberate,
Chris had fractured two ribs and suffered multiple broken bones. After enduring a night of bitter cold, he had then plunged into the icy river, leaving him in even worse condition than last time.One phone call from Alex was enough to summon Alex's grandfather, George Nash, back from the south, whe
Seeing the wicked glint at the corner of Francesco's eyes, a sense of foreboding rose in Adriana's chest.She lifted the binoculars. The moment the cross-river bridge came into view, she saw a figure climb over the unguarded end of the bridge and plunge into the river below.Even from a distance,
Those high heels were Adriana's favorite brand—comfortable, reliable.There couldn't possibly be such a coincidence!"Francesco, something's wrong."Bella's trembling voice came through the phone.The next second, Francesco snapped a leash onto the German shepherd and dashed to the car.…"Jus
Dean's words struck Joan right where it hurt. She flung the binoculars in her hand to the floor."It's only been one day and two nights, and they already found her. You've disappointed me."Dean stubbed out his cigar and fixed her with a serious look. "Joan, don't tell me you were planning to use







