All Chapters of Second Wife From the Brothel: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A four-wheeled vehicle arrived at Nathan's courtyard. Thanks to a forged document, Monica successfully deceived Nathan by claiming she had lost her baby. In reality, she was never pregnant. Monica stepped out of the car, pretending to be in pain in her lower abdomen."Be careful!" Nathan supported her diligently, and as usual, they were greeted by many servants as they entered. Monica slowly sat in a chair; without being asked, Nathan immediately massaged her feet, which might have felt sore."What are you doing?" Monica tried to pull her feet away. However Nathan already held her smooth feet firmly in place."You were just injured; I’m only trying to ease your pain a little," he said.He acted gently, like a dream husband, even though Monica had long been numb toward men. Aside from the abuse she suffered from her father, she believed that men always knelt at a woman’s feet—that no one on earth was ever truly faithful or sincere. Yet, every time she received kind treatment like tod

"Doctor, the patient's condition is becoming increasingly critical." Nathan's eyes, which had been nearly closed, suddenly snapped wide awake. He had been waiting outside for a long time, ignoring the exhaustion in his back. He felt that Monica was his responsibility, as he was the one who had led her into such danger. The medical assistant who had just stepped out rushed back in with a doctor, panic visible on their faces. Nathan wanted to ask for more information, but the door was slammed shut, forcing him to watch through the window. Monica lay there with several tubes attached to her, fighting for her life alone because of a criminal whose identity and whereabouts Nathan still did not know. Due to tightened security, Arini’s hostility toward Monica had grown. She felt Monica had taken everything from her and thought it was unfair that she wasn't treated the same way. The security also made it difficult for her to move freely to confront Monica, whom she wanted to teach a lesson

"What do you mean, Mrs. Arini?" Monica scanned the surroundings before a thin smile played on her lips. "Forget it. Anyway, we’ve toured enough," she said. Zon let out a disappointed sigh; he had failed to enjoy a beautiful moment with Monica, unaware that she had already planned something else.Monica returned to Nathan's office and grabbed her phone. She shot a sharp look at Nathan. "Did you get the evidence?" "Don't break my focus! Just take care of your company for now," Nathan retorted, continuing his work. Shortly after, the office phone rang; a package had arrived for Nathan. He looked at Monica, who gave a slow nod. After a knock on the door, the package—which lacked any descriptive information—was brought in. Monica took it and opened it with delight."I hope you’re not planning to cause a scene here," Nathan warned."Be quiet!" Monica snapped. She busied herself with the package, pulling out an unbranded bottle of perfume and slipping it into her pocket."What is that?" "

"Hey, you’ve been daydreaming and smiling for a while now. What’s going on?" Yuan, wearing a knee-length dress and a hair ribbon atop her head, smiled shyly, her face flushing red. She was hiding something while staring at the small stream in front of her. Her legs were stretched out, showcasing her signature white shoes against her clean skin. Out of everyone in Bunga Village, she was the only one born into a wealthy family; almost all the rice fields and lands belonged to them. Fortunately, her parents never strictly controlled or restricted her choice of friends.From her name alone, many knew Yuan had mixed Chinese ancestry from her ancestors. Her family possessed far more wealth than the native residents."Ah, you’re no fun. Are you keeping secrets from me now?" Arumi joked as she took a seat beside Yuan. Arumi was a village girl famous for her natural beauty, gentle speech, and cheerful nature; she was the light of her small family. She always made anyone by her side feel comfo

Monica appeared focused on reading the sample report prepared by Nathan. Her husband was teaching her patiently, wanting to make use of their free time."Pay attention to the report you want to write, its sources, and the writing style. Creating a report requires actual research, not just pure fiction!" Monica nodded enthusiastically. Fate was on her side. She had gone from being a prostitute to an assistant at a major company without even having an education. Without a diploma or work experience, all she needed was audacity and a lack of self-respect.Well.Just as Nathan was about to explain further, his phone rang. The name "Secret" appeared on the screen, which Monica caught a glimpse of with her quick eyes. Apparently, Nathan was not a faithful man; why else would there be a contact saved with a name like that? Nathan tried to ignore it, but the constant ringing was distracting. Monica felt compelled to speak up. She was fed up with the repetitive sound of the phone, which was