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I whispered, my gaze fixed on the city lights flickering like stars in the distance. This time, nothing would stop me. Not her. Not Sebastian’s guilt. Not even fate itself. I had come too far to lose now. Sebastian’s voice was reluctant, his gaze shadowed with hesitation. But the words had already left his lips, and that was all that mattered. “Fine,” he finally said. “But you’ll start small.” Small. I could work with small. I let my lips curve into a gentle, grateful smile, the perfect picture of a devoted wife wanting nothing more than to support her husband.

Voice low, he warned over the phone, “Phoebe Reeves, if you do anything else against Harper, I won’t hold back.” Then, with a press of his long fingers, he hung up. He threw the phone onto the desk, mood unsettled. His gaze fell on Harper’s workstation, a question forming in his mind. A few days ago, she had told him that her reason for marrying him was to take revenge on Phoebe and her relatives. What kind of audacious act had Harper committed to be so rejected by her family? How had she endured such humiliation every time? The more Chase thought, the deeper his eyes darkened. He couldn’t understand why he was so infuriated.

“Maybe I just enjoy watching that woman fall apart.” Chase narrowed his eyes. “Sounds personal. Do you have a grudge against her?” “I haven’t forgotten the time she rejected a deal with one of my subsidiaries in MariLand. She said my company wasn’t ‘worthy’ of working with her.” Chase broke into loud laughter at his brother’s confession. “You’re insane.” “As far as I remember, you’re the only one in this family who plays by the book. Chris and I—we’re nothing like you, Chase.”

He brought out the envelope’s contents and when he looked at them, he froze just as his fingers trembled. In his hands were pictures of his wife with the one man he would never want to see with her. He sat, frozen, staring at the pictures as he remembered what his wife was wearing in the morning which was exactly what she was putting on in the pictures. There was time on the photographs and he checked it to realize that it was in the same time frame when he called her in the afternoon. He didn’t want to believe what he was seeing but he knew he can’t avoid it, his wife rejected him to have lunch with the one man she had promised him not to meet ever again.

But I had him under my control, he loved me too much and who wouldn't want a chase, a Jordan Chase to be his puppet. And that was why I was so pissed when I heard about the marriage, I smashed my phone on the table and kicked my legs on what I could kicked. I groaned in frustration used my hands to completely ruin my hair. If he had a wife, then I would be nothing to him, I would mean nothing and he would no longer love me. I regretted why I rejected the first proposal, and then the second. I regretted everything because at the end of the day, I lost him.

“They gave you the life you have.” He shut his eyes briefly. And then I delivered the final blow. “If these photographs found their way to your wife…” I let the words hang in the air between us. He opened his eyes slowly. His expression was grim. I smiled. “Your marriage would be over.” He said nothing. “You’d lose your home.” Still nothing. “You’d lose your wife.” His throat moved as he swallowed. “And then…” I leaned closer. “You’d lose your position in her family’s company.”

Actually, years ago when Chase caught Albert molesting a girl in his boxing class, this news then reached to his wife, he was so obsessed with. When she found out what her husband was doing and what kind of person he really was, as he never showed his true face to her, she asked for a divorce. In his rage he killed his own wife. He was a psychopath who didn’t like getting rejected or looked down by others and this is what his wife did so he killed her without thinking twice. And he blamed Chase for it. He believed that if Chase didn’t tell the manager of the training center about what he saw then his wife would still be alive.

"Hi. I'm Clara. You look very handsome standing here all alone." His gray eyes had swept over her without interest. "I'm alone because I prefer it." She should have walked away. She didn't. She chased him the way he chased Vanessa same desperate hope, same blind determination. She texted first, suggested dates, laughed at his silences, made excuses for his coldness. Two months later, she'd told him she was leaving. She couldn't marry a man who felt nothing. "There's a scandal," he'd said, voice flat. "Rumors about my sexuality. It's affecting the stock. Marry me. I'll give you whatever you want."

She tried her best not to cry in public. Even though she had been mentally prepared for such a situation, it still saddened her to hear Chase reject her. William sighed softly. “So be it. Since you already have someone you like, I won’t insist on this.” With that, he gave a deep look at Quinn, who was standing next to Chase. He knew that his granddaughter had lost. She had lost to the Norris girl. Many of Bianca’s admirers almost cheered with joy when Chase rejected the Coopers’ offer. This meant that they still stood a chance.

Rui smirked when she saw that her husband zipped his mouth obediently. 'That's right… Girls should have the upper hand!' … When the couple reached the Yoon Mansion, Chase's tail was still tucked in. He was quietly following his wife while carrying her Faure Le Page Saga City in size 42. He looked like her assistant rather than her husband. He was trying to be careful with his wife's mood. She likes seeing Chase's defeated look. But above all, she liked how great her husband is when it comes to lightening her mood.