ログインARLENE’S POV
I didn’t mean to wake up.
But his whisper pulled me out of sleep before I could stop it.
“I was such a f*cking idiot for taking out my anger toward your father on you,” he murmured softly, unaware that I was already awake.
I kept my eyes closed.
Kept pretending.
Because somehow, hearing him say things like this hurt more than the silence he used to give me.
“I’m so sorry for bein
ARLENE’S POVI didn’t mean to wake up.But his whisper pulled me out of sleep before I could stop it.“I was such a f*cking idiot for taking out my anger toward your father on you,” he murmured softly, unaware that I was already awake.I kept my eyes closed.Kept pretending.Because somehow, hearing him say things like this hurt more than the silence he used to give me.“I’m so sorry for being such a jerk,” he continued, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Please… just give me one more chance.” I felt the mattress dip slightly as he moved closer. “I swear I’ll do everything I can to make you whole again.”My chest tightened painfully.“If I have to spend the rest of my life serving you, I will,” he whispered shakily. “Just love me again, Arlene. Not only for me… but for our child too.”Tears
ARLENE’S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday.I had exhausted Mago on purpose, hoping he’d finally give up on this ridiculous deal between us. I made him do one thing after another, fully expecting him to lose patience eventually.But he didn’t.He did everything I asked without complaining.And somehow… that made things worse.When I saw him asleep beside me last night, part of me felt guilty. He hadn’t even managed to wait for me to come upstairs. After showering and fixing the room, he must’ve fallen asleep immediately from exhaustion.The sun was already high when I woke up the next morning, but I kept my eyes closed.This was the first time in months that I had woken up beside him again.And I hated how much my heart noticed it.I wanted to prepare myself first because I couldn’t allow this to become normal again. I could
MAGO’S POVIt was still dark when I opened my eyes.Exhaustion must have knocked me out completely after my shower last night because I hadn’t moved once until now. Arlene had me running around nonstop the entire evening, giving me one task after another. Not that I could complain.I was still trying to earn points with my wife.The thought alone made me smile.I turned towards her slowly—and the sight waiting for me instantly softened something inside my chest.Even without me forcing her…she still ended up sleeping beside me.Carefully, I shifted closer until our faces were only inches apart. Arlene was still deeply asleep, her breathing soft and steady. The faint moonlight slipping through the curtains painted her face gently, making her look calmer than she had been since returning home.Peaceful.Fragile.Mine.No.I stopped myself before the thought could settle too deeply.Still… I couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness swelling inside me just from having her here beside me,
ARLENE’S POVI pushed the door open—and stopped breathing for a second.Our eyes met instantly.He had just come out of the bathroom, steam still drifting faintly behind him. His hair was damp, droplets sliding slowly down the side of his neck before disappearing against his skin.And before I could stop myself—I looked.Really looked.My gaze dragged downward traitorously, from the sharp line of his jaw to his chest, lower to the defined planes of his stomach—then that damn V-line.God.Why did he still affect me like this?“Wait,” he said casually, as if he didn’t notice the way I froze. “Let me get dressed.”I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how dry my throat felt.Get yourself together, Arlene.I forced my eyes away from him and tightened my grip on my bag. “I-I’m just getting my things.&r
MAGO’S POVI made sure everything in the house was ready before Arlene arrived—not just arranged, but carefully thought out, as if every detail could somehow convince her to stay.Every single thing.The guest room had already been prepared for Dessa, but I didn’t stop there. I replaced the bed with a single-sized one, making sure there would be no space for comfort, no reason for Arlene to choose staying there over facing me. It wasn’t just about accommodation—it was about limiting her options.Petty?Maybe.But I wasn’t taking any chances.Quinn’s situation worked in my favor too. His boarding house burning down had forced him to stay here, and while I did feel bad for him, I couldn’t deny the advantage it gave me. With him occupying the other room, Arlene would have fewer places to retreat to.Fewer places to hide.Nanay Naina’s suggestion about pr
ARLENE’S POVI saw it.The moment the papers touched his hands—the shock.It flickered across his face like something breaking open inside him.But I didn’t let it affect me.I couldn’t.“I need you to sign those papers,” I said, my voice steady. “As soon as possible.”“Arlene… let’s talk about this.” His voice dropped, almost pleading. “We have a child.”My chest tightened—but I crushed it before it could grow.“My child, Mago,” I replied coldly.Something in his expression hardened.“I’m not signing that.”Before I could react, he tore the papers in half.Right in front of me.The sound ripped through the room.“As your husband, I’m taking you home,” he said, stepping toward me.I stepped back immediately.
I didn’t expect what Mago had in mind—not here, not now—but the adrenaline coursing through my veins made it impossible to resist. After that heated encounter in the office, I kept replaying the moment, wondering when it would happen again. I didn’t imagine it would be this soon—or inside a cabinet
*Arlene’s POV*Mago sat behind his desk, massaging his temple as he read through the financial report I handed him. The tightness in his jaw told me all I needed to know before he even spoke. The numbers were bad, worse than I expected. The newly opened bar across tow
I started moving to the rhythm, letting the beat take me. I moved in sync with the drunk man, encouraging him, letting him believe I was into it. He spun around, laughing, and his hands reached for mine. At first, it felt like a harmless game. I was in control. Or so I thought.The crowd cheered, egg
*MAGO’s POV*It was strange, even unsettling, to find myself talking about my preferences in women with her. I’d never discussed it with anyone before, but something about her drew me in. Her boldness, her determination—it ignited something inside me that I couldn’t deny. If only she wasn’t a virgin,







