LOGINFor five years, Talia Stewart has poured everything into her marriage without a single complaint or regret. She raises their child, devotedly serves her in-laws, and gives her husband, Christian Lane, all the personal space he wants. But her selfless dedication is rewarded with betrayal when Christian starts keeping a mistress. He buys Nancy York cars, gives her an apartment, gets her a job, kisses and embraces her, and even carries her on his back. To win back her straying husband's heart, Talia decides to try for a second child—a boy this time. Initially, she thinks that if Christian is willing to have a second child with her, it means that he still recognizes her as his wife. But the truth is, Christian only wants Talia to bear his children because he fears Nancy might face risks from childbirth. Talia thinks that even if she loses Christian, she'll still have her daughter for company. But the daughter she raises with such care becomes someone else's precious little girl instead. Finally, Talia's heart breaks completely. She terminates the pregnancy and resolves to get a divorce. She wants nothing more to do with either her husband or her daughter. But during the mandatory waiting period before their divorce can be finalized, Christian, who refuses to come home, suddenly corners her in the living room. "Didn't we agree to have a second child?"
View MoreQuentin had been watching Christian's side the whole time, so the instant Nancy looked his way, he caught it."Ms. York, staring at me like that might give Mr. Lane the wrong idea."The bluntness of his words rattled Nancy. She panicked for a split second and quickly looked away.Christian turned and glanced at her, but all he saw was Nancy gazing out the opposite window. When he looked back at Quentin, he couldn't help but sneer. "Mr. Henderson, you really do have an overactive imagination."Quentin smiled at him. "Whether it's my imagination or not, you'd have to ask Ms. York."The light turned green. Christian didn't bother responding. He simply hit the gas and pulled away.Quentin was still waiting for the left-turn signal.As he rolled his window back up, he studied Talia's expression. She looked completely unbothered, not a ripple of emotion on her face. He couldn't help but smile.Talia heard the quiet laugh. "What's so funny?""Nothing," Quentin said. "I'm just happy."
The thought brought a fresh sting to Talia's eyes, and before she could stop it, they were brimming again. Quentin saw the tears and immediately assumed his little tough-guy act had upset her.He grabbed her hand in a panic. "Talia, okay, I admit it. That was stupid of me, trying to act all brave in front of you. But come on, what guy isn't scared of his wife's older brother?"That startled a laugh out of her.The sound of it visibly relaxed him. He pulled her into his arms and softly said, "You must've been worried sick."Talia pressed her cheek against his chest. "Not really."His voice rumbled low near her ear. "I heard you went to see Christian last night. I'm guessing that didn't go well."Talia smiled bitterly. "I'm used to it."Quentin's arms tightened around her, and his voice turned dead serious. "No matter what happens from now on, don't ever go to him again. He's not worth it."Talia nodded, her voice catching. "Okay. I'll remember."He held her a while longer, clea
Talia still wasn't divorced. She had no right to let herself feel anything for Quentin.Her voice was barely above a whisper, so faint that it was almost nothing at all.Quentin could tell that she was saying something, but he couldn't make out the words. He dipped his head and nuzzled the stubble on his chin against her forehead. "What did you say?"Talia shook her head. "Nothing."He didn't push it. He just kept grazing her skin with his stubble while he said, "Stay here tonight. I'll call your brother and let him know."Talia's eyes went wide. "Quentin, if Garrett finds out, he'll kill me."Something sharp flickered in Quentin's eyes as he looked down at her, and his voice cooled. "He can try. I'd love to see it."He said it with absolute conviction, chin up, and without an ounce of doubt. Talia studied his face, searching for any crack in the confidence.Before she could find the words, his phone rang. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. Of all the times for a call,
Talia's eyes were swimming with tears as she bit down on Quentin's shoulder with every ounce of strength she had. She cried while she did it, tears streaming down her face without stopping.Quentin bore it. The pain was searing—sharp enough to raise goosebumps across his skin—but he didn't push her away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her closer, holding her against him.After a long while, the fight drained out of her. She sagged against his chest, her voice hoarse and raw. "Why didn't you move? Why?"Quentin held her gently, a soft, dazed smile on his face. "You think I could ever pull away from you?"Talia didn't respond. She stayed pressed against him for a long time before finally stepping back. She looked up at him and said, "Let me see your shoulder."Regret was already eating at her for biting him that hard and for everything she'd said.Quentin took her cold hand in his and squeezed it gently. He shook his head, smiling. "It doesn't hurt. Really."
When Jennifer heard Christian's concern, she quickly replied, "She accidentally fell."Christian didn't look at anyone else. His focus remained on Yvonne as he asked, "Is that true?"Yvonne nodded, her face a picture of pure grievance. "Yeah, I wasn't looking where I was going, so I tripped."Chr
Christian's call came through just as Talia was leaving Willow's apartment complex. She saw his name on the screen but didn't answer.After the call went to voicemail, her car suddenly refused to move. The dashboard displayed an error message.Talia tried adjusting a few settings, but the car stil
Talia watched her phone screen go dark in the basin and looked at Quentin. "You..."He had the decency to look apologetic. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I'll get you a new one."He said it with a straight face, but Talia knew perfectly well that he had done it deliberately. She held his gaze somewhat
Yvonne didn't respond to Christian's question. Instead, she asked, "What about Nancy? Isn't she going?"Remembering how he'd called Nancy at noon only to find her with Julian made Christian inexplicably angry. He stroked Yvonne's hair. "Nancy has things to take care of. She can't come with you."Y






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