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That night after work, one of the other waitresses said to me, "The guest tonight was insanely generous. He spent ten million just to reserve the whole restaurant." Still reeling from the day's events, I forced a brittle smile, my heart weighed down. "Oh? That's… generous," I said, but the words felt distant even to me. The waitress leaned closer and lowered her voice. "He's been coming here for years. He brings a different woman almost every time, and each visit costs at least six figures. The guy is seriously loaded." I paused for a moment. 'Then, it probably wasn't Nathan. He can't even scrape together a few cents right now, so how could he possibly spend millions on one dinner?' Relief loosened the knot in my chest, just enough for me to hurry through my closing tasks and slip out as soon as my shift ended. The moment I stepped out of the restaurant, Nathan called. "Hey, honey, are you off work yet? Do you want me to pick you up at the mart?" My main job was working as

At the hospital entrance, my husband climbed onto his battered secondhand scooter as if it were just another ordinary day. Not wanting to draw attention, I slipped into a taxi and quietly instructed the driver to shadow my husband from afar.… Not long after leaving the hospital, he went straight into an underground parking garage. A few minutes later, he emerged in a luxury car. Then, he drove to a hotel. I got out of the taxi and tried to follow him inside, but the doorman stopped me at the entrance. "This hotel is members-only, ma'am. If you're not a member, you can't go in." So, I had no choice but to wait outside. Truthfully, the instant he glided out of the garage in that gleaming car, window down and utterly relaxed, the truth hit me. Still, I clung to denial.… More than three hours later, he finally came out with the woman from the restaurant beside him, smiling sweetly as she nestled against his side. In that moment, everything became painfully clear. He w

After Nathan left, the apartment fell silent. I looked around at the wreckage of the home we had built together—chaos where warmth used to be—and something inside me finally broke. I sank to the floor, wrapped my arms around myself, and cried until I had no strength left. At some point, I must have fallen asleep like that. …My alarm went off at 6 a.m. I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, and reached the hospital half an hour later. Every day before work, I stopped by to see Emma. She was awake unusually early that morning. She smiled widely the moment she saw me. "Mom!" I smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "Don't worry, Emma. I already got the money for your surgery. You'll be out of the hospital soon." Her eyes brightened for a second, then dimmed again. Maybe she did not quite believe me, but she still forced a smile. "Okay. When I get better, I want to go on the swings with you." "Okay," I murmured. "I promise." My vision blurred again as tears wel

Emma's surgery was a success. After a long month of healing, she was finally strong enough to leave the hospital behind. "Mom, I don't want to go straight home," she pleaded, tilting her face up at me with a bright, hopeful smile. Her complexion was still a little pale, but the spark had returned to her eyes. "Can we go out and do something fun? We haven't been anywhere in so long." "Of course." I smiled and smoothed her hair back. "I'll take you shopping for pretty dresses and get you something sweet. How does that sound?" Emma's eyes lit up. A wave of relief melted the tightness in my chest. My daughter had made it through. As long as she was still with me, nothing else in the world mattered. Just then, Elias' voice came from the doorway. "Ms. Coffey, would it be too much if I joined you? I have a feeling the two of you could use a driver." He lingered in the doorway, wearing his usual gentle smile, his eyes soft as they rested on us. I hesitated. "That really isn't nec

Elias looked like he was about to say something, but I stopped him. A sly smile crept onto my lips. "You're right. Life with you was so miserable, we could barely afford greasy takeout. To anyone watching, it would've looked like Blackwood Real Estate had gone under. Mr. Blackwood was practically living off my scraps." The color drained from Nathan's face. Charlotte couldn't help cutting in, "That's only because you were never worth spending money on. He's always been generous with me." The image of that eight-hundred-thousand-dollar necklace flashed through my mind, and I let out a cold laugh. "Of course. You keep his bed warm, flatter his ego, and entertain him. That's not love, Charlotte. That's a transaction—with a price tag." Charlotte's face contorted with fury as she lunged at me, but Elias moved between us in a heartbeat, blocking her path. He looked at her coldly. "Do you really think the Blackwoods would go to war with me over you?" Only then did she seem to gra