I send Zed a message when Yen and I are about to conclude. I can't believe it; their offer is too generous. But that is because they're doing it for Zed. So there must be reasons why they have to give back, although indirectly. A gentle knock at the door makes us turn our heads. It then opens, revealing a fresh and gorgeous Zed smiling at us."Good noon, dear," his gaze freezes for a moment, but then he blinks and smiles, "I mean Yen. I'm sorry."Yen just chuckles and waves a hand, telling him it's alright. "We had been together for quite a long time, Zed, so I understand it isn't easy to change things. I don't mind, but I hope Miss Ella does the same."Yen looks at me calmly, a smile plastered on her beautiful face."Of course, I don't. I even appreciate how both of you master the art of sportsmanship," I say, giving her back a polite smile."It's because the friendship was great before we became a couple."Suddenly, I get lost

Zed's POV   Seeing how broken Ella is prompts me to break my rules the second time. She has no one to lean on, and so I am. I don't have a numb heart that I can't feel her loneliness; I just don't want to get hurt again. And I refuse to go through the hard process of healing and moving on again. "I'll take you home," I said after watching her empty her stomach. I can't forgive myself if she dies from dehydration just because she has no one to call upon.  Hyperemesis gravidarum can have severe complications – that's what I've learned when Yen underwent that stage. "But-" Ella starts to protest, but I know what is in her mind. "But in every rule, there is always an exemption. We can be friends, can't we?" "I will be staying in your house?" "Of course, but in a separate room." "Of course," she laughs. I lead Ella back to our seat once her vomiting urges stop. Seeing that

Ella’s POV "I can't make her happy. No, I can't make any woman happy."  Zed's words yesterday replay in my mind as I gape at him.And it hits me with a realization. Zed's failed marriage isn't the only reason why he avoids women, nor his heartache. But his insecurities.Erectile Dysfunction Syndrome. My eyes move again at his erection and I wonder what causes it. "But it's-" I stop; I just can't say the words. How can it be? It looks strong and mighty beneath the towel."It doesn't last for half a minute," he answers; his eyes turning dark in desire."Why are you telling me this, Zed? How many people know about this?"He smirks. "If Yen is not broadcasting this truth around, then it's only between her and me. And the psychiatrist, of course.""But I don't know why I'm telling you this," he adds.A sense of pity for him engulfs me. Zed is tall, lean, and the word ha

Are you ready?" Dr. Mitch's voice makes us both turn in her direction. She's standing by the door frame, smiling at us. "I guess, Dr. Mitch," Zed replies, and I hurry on the bed, aiming to lie down before she comes in. "Slowly," Zed says, helping me fit into the bed. I'm tall, and the bed seems much shorter than my length. "This way," Dr. Mitch says, and she comes closer and places both my legs on the stirrups. My legs parts wide, pulling the hem of my clothes upward. And before she successfully pulls the sheet and drapes it over me, I have already imagined my flower smiling wide at them. "The bed looks short because your legs should be here," she adds. I look up and see Zed standing an arm's length away from the foot part of the bed, just behind Dr. Mitch. He stands there, registering an anxious face like he's the father of my child. And for sure, he has also seen my grinning cunt. If only Dr. Mitch knows that he's not even my boyfriend... "Now, let's get there." Dr. Mitch pick

I have to pretend again. The event planners must have planned to torture me. Of all the corners of this arena, why have they decided to designate Zed and Ella to the table next to us? They are so damned sweet, killing me in discomfort inside. Zed's tender eyes barely leave her, if not his loving arms. He looks at her like she's the most alluring treasure in the world, an honor I have lost the day he gave me to Kim. As Kim had said a while ago, Zed gains his wealth, not by inheritance, but through his diligence and brilliance. And I know that sweeter is the victory that way, and more admirable is he. But why do I see him this way now? Why do I count on his good side now? I'm never miserable in the arms of Kim, but damn, Zed always still has ways to crawl into my heart. "Five years ago, The Quartet was only working with aspiring individuals and small-scale companies. But who would ever think we could grow this big in just a few years? And we are not stopping until we reach the global m