Walking Away with Grace
My younger sister, Rosalind Thorne, stole nine boyfriends from me in a row. I was too terrified to ever fall in love again until Nikolai Volkov proposed to me. He doted on me as if I were a rare treasure. I truly believed I had finally found the one. I thought I was destined to become his Donna, living a life of peace and security by his side.
On the eve of our wedding, Nikolai sent Rosalind abroad. Four years into our marriage, I crossed paths with Rosalind at a banquet.
A guest smirked.
“Nikolai sent you overseas to rot for four years. Don’t you hate him?”
Rosalind offered a provocative smile.
“He’s the father of my two children. Why would I hate him?”
The room suddenly fell deathly silent.
“My elder sister is so stupidly naive, believing Nikolai actually despises me!”
She sneered, wearing a look of disdain.
“The truth is I’ve borne his heirs, lived in his estate, driven his supercars, and spent his money.”
As she finished, every single gaze in the room snapped toward me. As Nikolai Volkov’s lawful wife, I knew nothing about what she said.
But, I didn’t cry and cause a scene.
I simply tapped ‘send’ on the email I had drafted long ago. The reply came swiftly. [You are more than welcome to join my medical team. I’ve been waiting for you.] Staring at the reply, a genuine smile slowly returned to my lips.
Nikolai Volkov, from this moment on, you no longer need to pretend to love me.