Laurel was pensive in her room, still confused about what Clarissa said earlier. The woman said that Aaron always imagined her when making love, always said her name. How could it be? Laurel didn't know Aaron before, did she? Was the Laurel that Aaron imagined was another Laurel? Laurel's heart felt like it was being squeezed. Could it be? Could it be that an impulsive marriage and all this hastily done because Aaron wanted a surrogate for the Laurel he loved? After all, with Laurel, Aaron does not have to bother as much as with Clarissa, because she has the same name. Therefore, Aaron did not need to explain anything and Laurel would not even know she was being used as a substitute. Laurel looked up as Aaron entered the room. He frowned when he saw Laurel sitting dreamily on the bed. “Dear, are you ok? I was waiting for you downstairs for lunch, but you didn't come down.” Laurel's answer was only a heavy sigh, confused whether she should ask

They landed at the airport and were immediately picked up by Aaron's personal driver. It was midnight when they arrived at his house. The house is still the same, as beautiful as Laurel's memory used to when she first came here at the party, the party that resulted in an incident that led her and Aaron finally unite into marriage.Maybe now Laurel would be grateful for the incident, because now she found happiness with her husband. She suddenly remembered something and looked at Aaron seriously.“That night, the night after our wedding, was our first night. I know because it hurts.”Aaron smiled gently. “I also know because I have to break through a strong barrier before I can enter you.”Laurel's cheeks reddened at his casually vulgar words. “If that night is our first night, it means that at that time we didn't do anything here.”Aaron shrugged. “I don't remember, but maybe we just got drunk and fell asle

“Alin’s baby is so cute and beautiful,” Laurel said as she prepared bath water in the big bathtub in their bathroom for Aaron who had just come home from work.“Oh yeah? You didn't forget to say hello from me to her, right?”Aaron took off his tie and slung his coat over the chair, then stepped into the large bathroom and leaned against the door. Laurel was checking the temperature of the water in the bathtub then took the white towels and folded them and placed them on the towel rack near the bath.“I already told her that. Alin congratulates us on our marriage.” Laurel stood up and looked at Aaron. “I was thinking of visiting Aunt Sarah. Yesterday we only had time to announce our marriage by telephone. She's already like my own mother, so it would be rude if we didn't see her soon.”“I'll drive you to the dorms this weekend to meet Aunt Sarah.” Aaron smiled, admiring his wife's beauty in

Brian's words made Laurel gasp in surprise, her face turning pale. "What the hell are you saying?" "I'm not talking nonsense, Laurel, I have proof." Brian pulled the files out of his bag. “You must have some questions, why did you get into Aaron's company so easily, why did he marry you so easily. It's all for a reason: he is the same person whose car crashed into your father's car and killed him ten years ago.” "What?" Laurel had actually been able to digest all of Brian's words. Her mind had concluded from what the man had said. Nevertheless, her heart screamed, refusing to believe it just like that. “You remember the person who bumped into your father was also named Aaron, a son of a rich businessman who got away with it simply because they had a lot of money, right?” Brian bombarded Laurel with all the information. “The Aaron you married is the same Aaron, the rich kid who got drunk and was speeding, then ran a red light and hit your innocent fath

Aaron trotted out of Laurel's room, trying to deaf ear to the pounding on the door and her screams. He walked into his study, sat there with all the emotions running through his head. Laurel's hurtful words rang in his ears. The statement that she hated him, hated him so much. Just like ten years ago, Laurel would always hate him in the end. In frustration, Aaron hit the wall of his study with all his might, hurting his knuckles, but he did not care. The man then fell to the ground and cried. This was the second time that Aaron Silverwhite had cried... and the cause was the same: Laurel. ____________________ Aaron did not really want to leave the house. He had told Aamber to take his place that day, because he wanted to look after Laurel. He could not keep his wife locked up forever. They have to talk no matter what… later, after her emotions subside. However, that morning he found the files in the folder on his living room table. The