Semua Bab Cramps and Cheating: A Ski Trip From Hell: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up.My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart.Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust."Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."Playing the victim? I bit down on my lip. I'd worked two extra weeks of overtime just to come to Winterley with him, because he said this trip was to celebrate our third wedding anniversary.But the moment we got here, he hired Sandy, a pretty private instructor. For three whole days, he left me alone at the hotel while he tore down the advanced trails with her.That day, I finally pushed through the pain and came out to find him, only to be m

I nodded and wiped my mouth with a napkin.I then said, "Revoke the access and notify resort security that there will be a fire drill tonight. All unauthorized personnel are to leave the premises."Mr. Kern was taken aback. A moment later, realization dawned on him, and his expression turned sharp."Understood, Ms. Greer. And what about Mr. Schultz?"I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed out into the dark night."He likes skiing, right? Then let him ski to his heart's content. Stop the ski lift and make him walk down on his own."When Owen's call came, I was lying on a massage chair with a facial mask on. I let the phone ring three times before I leisurely answered it."Brooke, where the heck are you?" Owen's roar carried on the wind, sounding especially pitiful."Why did the ski lift stop? Sandy and I are stranded halfway up the mountain! There's not even a single light in this godforsaken place, and you're not answering your phone. Are you trying to freeze us

Owen's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground."T-The Greer family? You're the heiress of the Greer family?" he muttered to himself as all those little details he had dismissed as nothing from the past three years flashed through his mind.The "flea market watch" I had casually given him was a limited edition worth millions of dollars.The "hole-in-the-wall restaurant" I took him to was a private dining restaurant exclusive to top-tier members.He always thought I hadn't seen much of the world and was just putting on a front with the buyout money.It looked like the joke was on him."Brooke, babe." Owen's voice suddenly softened, and even the way he addressed me changed.He pushed past the bodyguards and walked toward me."You must be joking, right? After all these years together, how could you just withdraw your investment like that? Isn't this company your baby, too?"I took a step back to avoid his outstretched hand."My baby? Give me a break. If I wanted to, I co

The medical report read, "The patient has suffered a uterine rupture due to a car accident. Hysterectomy is recommended."Back then, in order to preserve my chance of having a child someday, I begged the doctor to perform only reconstructive surgery.But for the past three years, I had to put up with unimaginable pain every single night.Owen had forgotten all of this. Or rather, he never cared about it in the first place.I picked up a lighter and set the medical report on fire. The flames burned the paper, and along with it, my past.The ashes fell onto the carpet—just like this marriage, it all meant nothing in the end.Back in Cruxby, I quickly finalized the divorce.Owen, buried in debt and suspected of fraud, was soon taken away by the police.I heard that he kept shouting every day that he wanted to see me in the detention center, saying he knew he had messed up and that Sandy had seduced him.But I never went to visit.As for Sandy, Mr. Compton found that she not only

Owen was dressed in cheap, bargain-bin clothes, his body stooped. Not only had his hair gone gray, but his eyes were also murky and timid.He stood at the restaurant entrance, gazing at me and Philip with jealousy and regret."Brooke," he called out to me hoarsely.The security guards wanted to escort him out, but I waved them off. I was curious to see what bullshit he'd try to feed me now.Owen walked up to me and, right in front of everyone, dropped to his knees with a thud."Brooke, I know I messed up. For six months now, I haven't stopped thinking about how good you were to me, your cooking, and the turtle cushion you made me."He pulled a filthy object from inside his coat.To my disbelief, it was the pink turtle cushion I had thrown away. He must've fished it out of some garbage dump somewhere. It was tattered and worn, yet he held it in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world."Brooke, I also found the protective charm. I sewed it back on—see, it's sti