Kimberly felt she must have accumulated good karma in her past life to have such an overwhelmingly wealthy and fortunate life in this one. As she looked at the divorce agreement filled with numerous zeros and another contract for transferring shares of Smith's Group, she was astounded.A deep, magnetic voice devoid of emotion said, "Kim, we've been married for two years. There's some affection between us. If you have any demands, let me know. I'll try to accommodate."Steven's gaze turned cold; his long legs crossed. He said with a hint of impatience, "We were forced into a business marriage. I tried to live a fulfilling life with you, but we're not compatible." He would never spend his life with a woman who employed paparazzi to stalk him and used underhanded methods to interfere with his social freedom.Kimberly casually counted the zeros in the divorce agreement. It seemed like an astronomical sum. Steven was indeed wealthy, something she always knew, but she didn't expect him to b

When Kimberly opened the door of the guest bedroom, she was greeted by the sight of a tall figure standing by the window. At the sound of the door, he turned around.His face was not clear, but the outlines of his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs all hinted at a very handsome man. Especially the way he stood there looking at her, with a distinct air of aloofness, she found it quite appealing.Before she spoke, he had already approached the bed.The room was silent; he said nothing, which made Kimberly feel a momentary embarrassment. They were still strangers meeting for the first time.However, the moment demanded action. She cleared her throat to break the silence and said, "Come here. Take me to the bed."Having paid for the service, she intended to enjoy the best of it.The man sitting on the bed paused briefly before getting up and walking towards her. As he approached, she caught the scent of his woody shower gel, crisp and clean. His height was imposing up close, an

Steven glanced at the wedding ring on her pale, jade-like ring finger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said leisurely, "You're not late, take a seat."The ones by Steven's side had already vacated the spot next to him, but Jennifer's face looked displeased, firmly seated on the other side of him like a mountain.It was not until she sat down that Steven noticed her attire. Over the years, he had come to understand Kimberly to some extent. She always loved to look her best. Even in the bitter cold of winter, she would wear short skirts and long boots, preferring to shiver than put on an extra pair of leggings. After starting work, she insisted on torturing herself with sky-high heels, even if they caused her blisters.There was one time he couldn't stand to watch her suffer, and he himself applied a bandage for her.She was beautiful with a great figure and always stood out wherever she went. But today's outfit was really not her style, a long-sleeved, high-necked dress with

Kimberly walked home, feeling a headache just thinking about her grandfather.After a busy day, she only felt exhausted once she was home. As she was changing her shoes, she had an ominous premonition.Sure enough, before she could even take a pregnancy test, her period arrived right on schedule.Kimberly was silent for a long time before calling John."It didn't work. Tell him to come again during my ovulation period."John's voice was calm, "Okay, Ms. Kimberly."Not getting pregnant on the first try was normal; Kimberly didn't dwell on it.Since her divorce, she has become more open-minded. Previously, she was always afraid of losing Steven, like a sword hanging over her head, constantly worrying about it falling. But when she lost him, she breathed a sigh of relief, no longer paying attention to anyone else and focusing entirely on her work.In just one month, she had secured several significant deals for Wilson's company.She increasingly felt that her decision to have a child, ev

At midnight, the luxurious private room's door was pushed open, and the revelry inside continued unabated.When Steven entered, several business executives who had gotten in through Ethan’s connections immediately flocked to him to greet him.Ethan, somewhat intoxicated, said to those beside him, "See, I told you about Smith's Group CEO Steven. He wouldn't ignore me, right?"Steven glanced at the 36 missed calls on his phone that had practically forced him to come here.He had thought there was some emergency and reluctantly drove over, only to find it was just Ethan causing trouble.Steven, trying to contain his temper, resisted the urge to throw this troublemaker out.He nudged Ethan’s legs, sprawled in the way, with his toe. "You're not dead yet. I'll call someone to pick you up.""Steven, we've been playing together since we were kids. I’m the least successful among us. My father thinks I'm a screw-up and has stopped all my credit cards."Hearing this, Steven's eyes narrowed, and