All Chapters of Only a Dream Left in This World: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Diana didn't come home for three days. We had officially entered a suffocating cold war, our communication completely dead.That silence broke when her secretary sent me a text, telling me that Diana's chronic gastritis was flaring up and that she had been breaking out in cold sweats during the board meeting.I stared at the message for a long time.Diana's stomach issues were severe. For years, I had been the one meticulously managing her diet. Every time she had an attack, I would spend hours standing over the stove to simmer stomach-soothing soup.In the clash between my fading dignity and 20 years of deep-rooted devotion, habit won. I spent the afternoon cooking, packed the warm soup into a thermos, and drove straight to her office.The moment I stepped off the elevator onto the executive floor, the atmosphere shifted. The employees avoided my eyes, some catching their breath as if they wanted to warn me about something, only to swallow their words and look away.When my hand

I didn't come to my senses until Diana left the house.When I first left the orphanage to live with the Grant family, I thought I had finally found a home. But over the years, I realized I would never stand on equal footing with Diana.I studied relentlessly, worked myself to the bone, and fought tooth and nail to build a career. Yet, in Diana's eyes, I remained a mere freeloader living off her family's wealth.I sat alone in the dark living room all night until my phone vibrated. It was Diana. Her tone was completely casual, almost playful, as she spoke. "Pierre, I found your father. He's still alive."A loud, violent ringing exploded in my ears. For a split second, the world went entirely silent."Give me the address," I said eagerly, clutching my phone.I was terrified she was playing a cruel trick. For 25 years, I had never stopped searching for my father. Even knowing the severity of his mental illness, I desperately wanted to see him one more time—to lay eyes on the only bl

When Diana arrived at the villa, she immediately looked up at the second floor.The housekeeper only worked during the day, leaving the evenings as our private space. No matter what happened, I was always waiting to take care of her.The lights on the second floor were always blazing to welcome her home. Tonight, however, the entire façade was pitch black.She reached into her pocket, her fingers brushing against a small box. In it was a watch she had bought on her way home. It was a brand I had raved about in the past.She cleared her throat. "Pierre?"She knocked a few times, but there was no response. She brushed it off as me sulking.I had never pulled a stunt like this before, but she remained strangely confident. There was nowhere else I could go anyway.To be sure, she had her assistant pull my recent bank statements. The report showed zero charges for any hotels, which further convinced her that I was stranded.The realization eased her irritation. She knew the birthday

A loud, persistent buzzing filled Diana's ears.Standing right beside her, Tyler heard the confirmation that I had signed the divorce agreement. An uncontrollable, triumphant grin tugged at the corners of his mouth."Diana," Tyler whispered, leaning in closer. "This is perfect. We just had our wedding photos taken anyway..."Before he could even finish the sentence, Diana shoved him aside and fled the estate like a woman possessed.The media leaked the development almost instantly. By evening, the entire high society of Stormiend learned the undeniable truth: Pierre Newton had signed the divorce agreement.The separation was dead serious. In a frantic reversal of her previous behavior, Diana began pouring millions into buying out media trends, desperately suppressing the story.She took the unprecedented step of releasing public statements, declaring to the press that she had no desire to end the marriage. She swore that the only man she would ever call her husband was me.I did