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The guests exchanged uneasy glances before quietly taking their leave. Harold Cletcher paused, finally remembering me. He turned around and met my tearful eyes. After a sigh, he reached out to brush the feathers from my head. "Alright, stop this tantrum."I moved away from his hand, and my gaze fell upon the full-body mirror. On our wedding night, Harold had frowned and told me he was allergic to all hair, fur, and feathers. I had been the lead dancer of a top dance crew. Yet for him, I shaved my head bald."Why?" My voice was shaking.Harold sat down and answered without even blinking, "Wendy's insecure because you had perfectly long hair, while hers is already graying. She nearly took her own life once. I had to come up with an excuse so you'd shave. "Besides, I'm not complaining. Why do you even care? It's no big deal. Anyone would be concerned about her."Harold grabbed the chickens and shoved them into the cage. I snickered and pulled out a steel box, then I hurled it right

I attended Wendy's birthday party. The moment I walked in, everyone's eyes landed on the shabby clothes I was wearing. Then they looked at Wendy, who was in a custom-made dress."Wendy's so lucky. Her husband's dead, but she has a loyal brother-in-law.""And she's capable. Elizabeth can't even keep a child, and Wendy has to manage the whole household."Harold had walked up to me. There was a frown on his face as he reached for my hand. "Ignore them."I pulled my hand away expressionlessly. Then I looked down at the note he had slipped into my palm. "I apologize to Wendy for yelling at her. My pregnancy hormones affected me."I tore the paper to shreds and sneered. "Why should I apologize to a mistress?"The hall fell silent, and the guests turned their attention to us. I took out the steel box, and Harold's face fell."My husband plucked his sister-in-law's graying hair and collected them in this box. She took my child, seduced my husband, and now she wants my apology?"Discuss

Harold put his fork down and frowned. "Impossible!" His voice sounded strained, as if he had to force the word out. "This is a mistake! I passed my evaluation with excellent results. I'm on the promotion list, and everyone knows I'm going to become chairman. I'm lodging a complaint!"He hung up, but the frustration in his chest did not fade. Every time he had this feeling, I could soothe him for some reason. He quickly called his assistant, eager to have me soothe him."Where's my wife? I want to see her."The assistant fell silent for a moment. "People from headquarters took her away while she was on the road. I thought you gave the orders."The longing he had for me disappeared. His first thought was to wonder what I was up to this time. Wendy was across from him, holding a bowl of soup. She noticed the look on his face and quietly asked, "What's wrong?""Someone took Elizabeth."Wendy's eyes flickered. She set down the soup and began massaging his shoulders. "Don't worry. I

The day after I came home, my dad told me, "The Gray boy has been waiting for seven years."I was stunned. Chris Gray was my childhood friend. He was two years older than me, and when we were children, he had always followed me around.Our parents were close friends, and they had once promised to arrange our marriage after we grew up. But then I met Harold. For Harold, I cut ties with my father. And that childhood promise went nowhere.I had thought Chris must have married by now. After all, he was the only son of the Gray family. He had taken over the family business at twenty-seven and was already worth billions."He hasn't married," my dad said. "He's been waiting for you."I said nothing. …I met Chris during a party on a cruise ship. He had just finished attending an international conference and was dressed in a white shirt. The cufflinks at his sleeves gleamed faintly beneath the sunlight.The sight of me stunned him for a moment, then he smiled. "Elizabeth," he said sof

Wendy whipped out a knife from her bag, and she stabbed it right into Harold's lower back. No one reacted fast enough to stop her.Harold grunted and fell to the ground. Blood spurted and drenched his shirt red. Soldiers pinned her on the ground, but Wendy kept shouting, "You betrayed me, Harold!"I raised my hand slightly, signaling for them to drag the two of them away.…The wedding kept going on. Chris was standing on the other end of the red carpet. Ms. Quinton sat at the piano, playing a piece she had composed herself. A piece written just for me.My father was in the first row, a red flower pinned to his chest. When I walked in, his eyes were red, but the corners of his lips were lifted in a smile.I stood up and walked toward Chris. He extended his hand. This time, I placed mine in his without hesitation.The piano music slowly came to a stop. For a moment, the hall was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.Chris said, "Elizabeth, I'm not very good at sweet words