3. This is Solution

Zayne exhaled. “Sunny is just the past. Why are you bringing her into our problem?”

“If she’s just the past,” Elmy said weakly, then stared sharply at Zayne, “then why did you break your promise to me just to bring her into our house?”

Zayne’s normally cold face flushed red. He didn’t refute her words. He stayed silent.

“Since when did you decide this?”

“Since you said you needed an heir.”

“Why Sunny? Wouldn’t it be easier if you just did it yourself?” Zayne whispered.

Elmy fell silent. A bitter smile curved her lips. Is this how Zayne really sees their marriage? So simple, apparently.

“As you said, Sunny is in trouble,” Elmy paused for a moment. “We can help her. In return, you get an heir.”

Elmy bit the inside of her cheek hard. Her eyes never left Zayne’s expression, including the disbelief her husband now displayed. He must think she’s gone insane.

Instead of resisting, Zayne only pressed his fingers hard against the sockets of his eyes. He groaned softly and ran his neatly-styled hair back. His large body turned to face the mirror, hands clenched as if ready to punch the thick glass.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement, Zayne.”

“Enough, Elmy!” Zayne shouted, holding back his anger as best as he could. His broad chest rose with a deep breath, as if that could calm the fury Elmy kept provoking.

Watching how Zayne struggled to control himself, Elmy was stunned. She had never seen him this chaotic. Had her request for a divorce somehow triggered emotions Zayne had been holding back all this time?

“You shouldn’t have dragged Sunny into this,” he whispered, turning away.

“Why? Because it reminds you of the past?” Elmy smirked.

Zayne let out a dry laugh. “Do you even realize what you’re doing right now?”

“Fully aware. I’m trying to fix our problem.”

Zayne’s mouth twitched. Elmy was sure he wanted to curse, but couldn’t. Zayne had much better control than her, and now she was really testing that limit. How far could he hold out?

Their gazes locked. Elmy noticed the tiniest tremor in Zayne’s pupils. She caught every subtle detail—how his breathing slowed, his jaw tightened, his hands opening and clenching again.

They faced each other, but neither spoke first. The silence was heavy. The commotion beyond the office door even echoed faintly. Elmy could practically hear Zayne’s rapid breaths. Her own heart pounded, waiting for a word to come from him.

Finally, he spoke. “Fine,” Zayne said coldly. “But I have conditions.”

“Say them.”

“This isn’t an open marriage or anything. No feelings involved.” His sharp gaze drilled into Elmy, who listened intently. “While Sunny’s in our house, you sleep in my room.”

“What do you mean by that, huh?”

Silence hung. Zayne didn’t answer her question. He walked to the desk and picked up his glasses. Then he looked at Elmy, still stunned by his request.

“Which part do I need to explain, my wife?” Zayne said playfully.

“I won’t sleep in the same room with you. You have to sleep with Sunny if you want her to get pregnant.”

Zayne seemed indifferent. He walked to the sofa and plopped down. His behavior now was like someone who had gained control, and Elmy realized it. The pressure she’d put on him was now turning back on him.

“I don’t need to touch Sunny to make her pregnant.”

Elmy rushed to him. “No, you have to touch her.”

“Why are you so eager for me to sleep with her?” Zayne stood, meeting her gaze. He bent slightly, and Elmy noticed a thin smile on his lips. Without her realizing, Zayne’s hand reached for her waist, narrowing the space between them.

Their eyes locked. Zayne’s furious, glittering eyes flicked briefly to her lips. Elmy swallowed, aware of the small movement.

“So you can get an heir from the woman you love, Zayne,” Elmy replied.

Zayne’s jaw tightened. With a short exhale, he released her and stepped back. “Why do you think I still love her?” he asked, incredulous. “Sunny is just the past,” he stressed firmly.

“And from this moment, she’ll become your future.”

With all her courage, Elmy stepped forward. For the first time, she touched his face. Zayne stiffened. His eyes widened in surprise. His pupils trembled again.

Elmy realized they had never been this close. Never looked at each other so intently. Heat spread from her chest to her eyes. With her slender fingers, she brushed Zayne’s cheek.

She looked up at him and said softly, “I’m just returning the woman you let go of to marry me.”