After three years of marriage, James Chancer’s high school sweetheart came back to town. The same day, Sarah Sanders found divorce papers on her desk from the man she'd given her heart to for the past three years. Outside the courthouse, James poured his heart out to his first love,"I never even touched her in all these years. It's always been you." That was the final straw for Sarah. Writing off their marriage as a complete waste, she dove back into her career and became more successful than ever. That's when everyone finally realized what James had thrown away - Mrs. Chancer wasn't just a pretty face, but a wealthy powerhouse. A true catch in every sense. Three months later, James called her in the dead of night, his voice thick with regret, "Sarah, I made a huge mistake..." All he heard was her drowsy voice, “Zac, who's calling?" The man beside her ended the call with a smile, pulling her closer for a kiss, "Just another spam call, babe."
Lihat lebih banyakHe nudged Zachary's arm. "Bro, honestly, are you from the big city too? I can tell by your manner - you're definitely not from West Ridge."Zachary replied coolly, "I'm from East Coast. My family wanted me to go into business, but I didn't like it, so I ran away.""Bro, consider this your home! Come whenever you want - there's always a hot meal waiting." Charlie said enthusiastically, inwardly excited. This was perfect - if he treated Zachary well, Zachary would help him win money gambling.In East Coast.Vivian strode into the Reynolds Corp building and pushed open Zachary's office door."Why aren't you answering my calls? Why won't you see me?" she demanded, only to find Steven sitting in Zachary's chair.Her face shifted to a light smile. "Isn't this Mr. Miller, the famous chef from St. Ritz? What are you doing in Zachary's office?"Steven spun lazily in the chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. "Miss Wilson, the boss isn't here. I'm handling company affairs for now."
Sarah glanced secretly at Zachary and saw that he looked almost as uncomfortable with Charlie as she felt. This confirmed her suspicion that Charlie must have something Zachary wanted.After dinner, Charlie glared at his wife and Sarah. "Meal's over. Women, clear out now! We men have business to discuss!"Mrs. Wesler hurried away with the dishes, not daring to delay.Sarah gave Zachary a long look before turning to leave.Zachary watched her go, lost in thought. When he turned back, Charlie was leering at him."Bro, what do you think? Like that woman? Need your brother's help? We could knock her out, have your way with her, and she'd be yours for good." Before he could finish, he caught Zachary's ice-cold stare and instinctively fell silent.Charlie quickly laughed it off. "Look at my big mouth! Let's talk business. Bro, could you come with me to the den again? Strange thing about that place - after winning a few thousand my first time, I never won again until you showed up. How
Charlie suddenly slammed his fork on the table. "You think I'm giving you face by letting you talk this much trash about me? I don't believe this! Every month I give you my salary, and somehow there's not a penny left? Get out all the money you've been hiding right now!"Mrs. Wesler hadn't expected such a violent reaction. She froze, looking to her in-laws for help, but they continued eating without changing expression, as if they were used to such scenes.Sarah took another bite of vegetables, avoiding Zachary's eyes and staring at his hand instead. Those long, well-defined fingers holding the fork hadn't paused despite the argument.Then Charlie slapped his wife hard across the face, knocking her to the floor.Only then did Zachary move to stop Charlie, while Sarah helped Mrs. Wesler up.Mrs. Wesler looked at him in disbelief. "Charlie! You gamble away all our money and then blame me! You hit me! Heaven will punish you for this cruelty!"Charlie felt his forehead pulsing as his
Charlie was too absorbed in his thoughts to notice much. All he could focus on was how Zachary was his key to winning money at the gambling den. He desperately wanted to be close to Zachary, even longing to call him "bro.""Useless woman! Go cook something for my friend!" Charlie barked.Mrs. Wesler, afraid to argue, hurried to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Zachary and Charlie sat in the yard chatting. Before they could say much, Mr. Lambert arrived with Sarah.Mr. Lambert, a respected senior factory employee, commanded even Charlie's respect, who immediately stood. "Mr. Lambert, Miss Sanders is back?"Mr. Lambert gave him an icy look. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You were supposed to fix the roof during the storm, but I'm guessing you didn't. Get Miss Sanders a new room right now!"Charlie was confused about Sarah's intentions. There were other families in the town; why insist on staying with them?Still, he didn't mind. His previous attempt had failed, but he wasn't g
As Charlie played, he remembered the man who had helped him when he was beaten. Could he really win tens of thousands like that man had?The thought intrigued him. If that man could help him, these few thousand might multiply many times over.Some bystanders, seeing his desperate situation, tried to intervene. "Stop, you're about to lose everything. Do you really want to go broke?"Charlie's eyes remained fixed on the cards. "No, I'm going to win! This round is mine!"Focused on the money pile on the table, he gripped his last five hundred dollars and placed one hundred on the small bet. "Small!"People around him goaded him. "The Wesler family is so rich, why bet just a hundred? You bet a thousand at the other table!"Zachary, watching from the sidelines, exchanged a subtle glance with the dealer and added, "At least bet two hundred."Charlie hesitated, then threw down another two hundred. "Fine, two hundred it is!"Unsurprisingly, he lost again.He stared at the remaining th
"Manager Sullivan, I need to talk to you," Sarah said, her voice steady.Manager Sullivan forced a smile as he opened the door. "Come in."Sarah sat down across from him and dropped her handbag on the floor. "Let's get straight to the point. I know exactly who you're working for, and what your boss is trying to do."Sullivan clenched his fists, forcing a bitter smile. "Miss Sanders, I don't know what you're talking about. What boss? I only work for the Sanders family. You hold the largest share of Sanders stock, so naturally, I work for you.""Isn't that a bit self-righteous?" Sarah asked coolly. "Your daughter went abroad last year, didn't she? I heard she's attending a prestigious university. How did you afford that kind of education?"Manager Sullivan grew agitated. "I saved for years. It's completely normal to send my daughter abroad. Besides, even if my salary wasn't enough, there's my wife's income."Sarah tossed a brown paper bag on the desk. "From what I know, your wife w
Before Sarah could continue, Manager Sullivan cut in again. "Besides, the entire Sanders organization is now under Melvin Sanders’s control, not old Mr. Sanders' son. I'm curious - why didn't you, as Mr. Sanders' daughter, take charge of the family business? Why leave everything to Melvin? If you claim he has no selfish motives, I won't believe it.""So you've orchestrated all of this to break free from headquarters' control?" Sarah's eyes were cold as ice.Manager Sullivan, thinking his reasoning had convinced her, grew more passionate. "Of course! Miss Sanders, if you take Sanders Corp back from Melvin, I'll cooperate fully with your work."Sarah sneered. "Manager Sullivan, I'm embarrassed for you just hearing that. I know exactly why you want to escape oversight from headquarters. You're the one who spread all those superstitions around the factory, aren't you?"The workers exchanged confused glances. Recently, some equipment had malfunctioned, while other machines worked fine.
Manager Sullivan stood frozen, unable to process what was happening. The person who should be dead was standing right in front of him, completely unharmed.So she hadn't returned to the Wesler house last night?"Who said I died?" Sarah asked with a graceful smile. "Manager Sullivan, if I had actually died, my cousin would have driven straight to this factory within a day to deal with it. You probably don't know, but it was originally my cousin who was supposed to come to West Ridge. I decided to come at the last minute."Her smile remained calm as she continued, "Manager Sullivan, I've been at this factory for two days but haven't met all the workers. I asked you several times to call a meeting, but you always refused with some excuse. Now suddenly everyone's gathered!"Manager Sullivan's face paled with anger. He shot a glare at Charlie, who was hiding in the crowd.Charlie hadn't expected this either. He dared not look at the manager or Sarah.Sarah addressed the workers direct
Manager Sullivan’s face lit up with excitement, but he had to ask, "Did you see her body?""Manager, last night I made sure to poke more holes in that already leaky roof. Just as expected, the house collapsed during the night. The thunder was so loud nobody heard a thing. By now, she's definitely buried under the rubble. Enough time has passed - she's already dead," Charlie said confidently.Still looking concerned, Manager Sullivan asked, "Did Mr. Lambert know it too?”"Mr. Lambert? He doesn't know anything yet. But by the time he finds out, it'll be too late," Charlie replied with a smirk.Manager Sullivan patted his shoulder, then pointed at the injuries on his face. "What happened there?"Charlie was forthcoming. In fact, he hoped Manager Sullivan might help him."Manager, I went to the gambling den a few days ago and lost some money. My wife wouldn't give me more - she hid it so well I couldn't find it. So I went back yesterday, and before I could even reach the table, I..."
"Sign here."James Chancer’s cold, deep voice broke the silence as he slid the divorce papers across the table. Sarah looked up at him, managing a bitter smile.So this was it. No wonder he'd surprisingly called this morning to say he'd be home tonight, wanting to talk. She'd been happy all day, only to find out this was what he wanted to discuss... Three years of marriage, coming to an end.Sarah Sanders took the papers with trembling hands, her voice barely a whisper, "Do we really have to divorce?"James frowned as he studied the woman who'd been Mrs. Chancer for three years. She must have just finished cleaning - sweat still glistened on her forehead, exhaustion and confusion evident in her eyes behind those thick glasses. Gentle and modest, but utterly plain. This unremarkable woman had been Mrs. Chancer for three years.James put out his cigarette, his tone leaving no room for argument, "Just sign it. Charlotte's back, and I don't want her to get the wrong idea."Sarah felt...
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