Todos los capítulos de They Keep Favoring Her Until I'm Done: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

When Pierre Pena saw me booking my own ticket, his expression relaxed, as though my decision had settled the matter to his satisfaction.He reached over to ruffle Charlotte Lefebvre's hair before turning to take my hand."Let's go pick out some swimwear," he said casually. "Charlotte and Byron have been taking crash courses in surfing lately, so once we get to Bali, they'll finally get to try it out for real."Our son, Byron Pena, immediately wrapped his arms around Charlotte's thigh."Aunt Charlotte is going to be the prettiest thing on the whole beach!" he gushed.It was rare for him to be this sweet and affectionate. With me, he'd always kept an inexplicable distance, often looking at me with a cold, faintly contemptuous expression that I could never understand.Desperate to bridge the gap between us, I'd even looked up the food bloggers he followed online and learned to make every dish he liked.Yet whenever I eagerly asked whether he enjoyed the dishes I made, he'd scowl, s

Before saying goodbye to the young woman, I gave her a sincere smile."I'll be publishing new work soon. You won't have to wait much longer."Right then, heavy footsteps approached from behind. Pierre walked over with a deep frown, clearly irritated that I'd kept him waiting."What are you dawdling for? You didn't pick out any swimwear, and you didn't buy sunglasses either. Snap out of it. I promise I'll take you to Lake Tahoe next time, all right?"With me, there was always a next time.Charlotte, on the other hand, got whatever she wanted right away.When she wanted the latest Chanel handbag, Pierre would scour the entire city and pay a hefty markup just to get it into her hands that very day.But when I wanted the newest Nikon lens, he'd merely promised to ask a friend to help import it for me. I'd spent the following week eagerly waiting for the package, only to ask him about it and hear him casually admit that he'd forgotten.To him, I had ceased to matter a long time ago.

When the morning sunlight pierced his eyes, Pierre instinctively shoved the person beside him."Doris, close the blinds."But the unfamiliar scent of perfume that filled his nostrils made him freeze. In an instant, his sleepiness vanished.He turned his head and found Charlotte fast asleep on the pillow beside him. Panic surged through him as he hurriedly pulled back the duvet to check himself.Thankfully, he was still fully clothed, and Charlotte was wearing her pajamas. Nothing inappropriate had happened between them.The commotion woke Byron, who had been sleeping nearby. He curled deeper into Charlotte's arms and mumbled, "Mommy, I want to sleep a little longer."He opened his eyes and finally registered whose arms he was lying in. His expression changed at once, and he burst into hysterical wails."Why are you here, Aunt Charlotte?"Annoyed by his crying, Charlotte lashed out with her foot and kicked him off the bed.Pierre reacted a second too late. He could only watch i

After getting off the plane, I headed straight to the boutique inn I'd booked in advance.The innkeeper, Sherry Jackson, was a huge fan of my photography. Knowing I was arriving that day, she'd even gone out of her way to pick me up at the airport.As soon as she saw me, she glanced behind me with a puzzled expression."Where are your husband and son? Didn't you say you were coming here to celebrate your tenth anniversary and finally take those wedding photos?""We're getting a divorce," I replied with a bitter smile.Sherry gasped, covering her mouth. "But Pierre practically went crazy trying to win you over back then! The month you agreed to marry him, he arranged drone shows over Lake Tahoe every night, filling the sky with displays of roses and showering the air with rose petals."He even knelt before those snow-capped peaks and swore he'd never let you down. How did things end up like this?"Her words brought back memories of a love that had once been intense, passionate, a

The makeup artist worked with practiced precision, applying one final touch after another until my features looked brighter and more defined.As I watched my reflection in the mirror, my thoughts drifted back ten years, to the days when I would curl up in Pierre's arms with nothing on my face but my natural skin.He would kiss me and promise that he would love me just as much, no matter how I aged or how my appearance changed.But as the years passed, he began openly criticizing my casual appearance, while praising Charlotte for knowing how to dress well, maintain her youthful looks, and make herself beautiful.Desperate to hold on to his affection, I started visiting the spa every week and hired a private Pilates instructor. I did everything I could to look my best for our tenth-anniversary photos at Lake Tahoe.As the makeup artist carefully secured my veil, I picked up my camera and snapped a quick shot. Just then, Pierre and Byron burst into the salon, having somehow tracked d