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I suddenly felt like I didn't know the woman in front of me at all. Evelyn had cried in front of me three times in her life. The first time was after I was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed an expensive transplant. She had just started working as a literature professor back then, but she took every lecture, every paid talk, every side job she could find. People called her greedy. They said she had sold out, that all those years studying literature had come down to chasing money. But she never cared. She told them, "What good is dignity if I can't even keep the man I love alive?"

But the internal weig‍ht, that residual chill of​ having looked into t​he abys‍s of her family’s hist​ory, remained a gh⁠os​t i‌n her b‌o⁠nes. The h⁠eavy glass doors⁠ of the master bedroom slid open wi⁠th a soft, pneumati⁠c hiss. Damien walked out onto‌ the hardwood floo⁠r‍, his feet bare, wearing no‍thing‌ but‍ a pa‌ir of da‌rk cotton trousers. He had a large, l‌eat‌he​r-bound folder tucked under his arm—th‌e final, consolidated registry of the No​rth American Marit​im⁠e Union. It⁠ was th‍e physical embodiment of the empire the‍y had c⁠lawed back from th‌e brink of seizure. He set th​e f‌ol⁠der on the lon⁠g wa‍lnut table in the cen⁠ter of t⁠he room, the wood gr⁠ain gl‍eaming u⁠nder‌ the r‍

The warmth he had projected for the cameras vanished, replaced by an aura of glacial detachment. “The first set of press releases has been dispatched,” Damian stated, stripping off his charcoal suit jacket and handing it to a waiting steward without breaking his stride. “By tomorrow morning, the narrative will be set. You are the repentant woman who returned to the man she wronged, and I am the magnanimous husband who chose family over pride.” Aurelia stood in the grand foyer, her ivory silk train pooling around her feet like spilled milk. She felt hollowed out, stripped of her dignity for the sake of a headline. “Is that what you told yourself while you were standing there? That you’re bein

She shook her head again. “It’s not about titles, Charles.” “Then what is it about?” he asked, spreading his hands in frustration. She hesitated, then spoke slowly, carefully. “It is about my kids. And it is about dignity.” His lips parted in disbelief, and then he scoffed, a short, humorless chuckle leaving his throat. “Dignity?” he repeated. “Dignity for what, Amelia?” He stepped closer, though he didn’t touch her. “You are a divorcee. A mother of three. Grown children, at that. What dignity are we still talking about here?”

They had mapped my face and synthesized my voice. “No...” I whimpered, stepping forward, my hands shaking uncontrollably. “No... that isn't me. Christian, I never said that!” Christian looked at me. For the first time, there was something far worse than hatred in his eyes. Disappointment. Bitter, wounded pride. “Why are you lying, Natalia?” Damian asked, shaking his head with tragic disappointment. He reached into his coat again, pulling out a thick manila envelope and tossing it onto the table.

Julian is a fool who cannot distinguish a brilliant architect from a servant Damian countered coldly He truly believes he is a genius because he slapped his family name on your intellectual property He actually brought his development team to my office last week to present the new shipping matrix completely unaware that the underlying encryption routine bears your personal digital signature He does not know Vivienne said a bitter hollow laugh escaping her throat He never bothered to look at the root directory He only cared about the profit margins Exactly Damian said He reached into the side pocket of the cabin panel and pulled out a thick leather bound document sliding it smoothly across th

I had lost my appetite since Dariel was absent. “Yes,” I nodded, eating my cook with a smeared mood, having no idea when Dariel would return to take me. ‘If’ he would or not. Was he happy or not? “Setting an example that a man could do anything only to protect the dignity of his women. Respect is no joke, one should treasure it.” Sighing, I turned off the news, relieved at least that they won’t call me a cheater, and won’t humiliate me for a crime I never committed.

A soft voice asked and Cara turned to the staircase, a woman, a very beautiful woman stood carefully descended down the staircase stopping before her. "Mom...." "Is it true?" "What?" "Is what the papers said true!?" Evelyn raised her voice and flung the newspaper she was holding at her. Cara picked up the papers and read the headlines. BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN ZORIC'S WIFE CARA ZORIC DIVORCED AND ACCUSED OF INFIDILITY. Cara collapsed on the couch covering her mouth as she sobbed. The headlines had a picture of her and Damien. "I didn't cheat on him, I want to see Dad."

Sometimes during times like this, wards and children would beg Mrs Patrick, the head matron for some more months so they would be able to arrange their leave, but Dinah didn’t do such. When Mrs Patrick had submitted the final paperwork this morning for her to fill, she had given the woman a smug look, and with so much egoistic pride, she had filled the form in a rush, and signed in all the required places. Over her dead body, would she seem weak, or beg for another day to stay at this suffocating useless shelter. The woman, had disgraced her before, having the effontry to throw her things out making her a scorn I’m front of these little children in the shelter.