Though the trip home from Adams University wasn't far, Sarah felt unusually drained today.Back home, she couldn't even muster the energy to make dinner. Instead, she grabbed a beer from the fridge and curled up on the couch.She felt agitated.For reasons she couldn't quite explain.She knew with certainty that she no longer loved James – if anything, she despised him.But since the divorce, his constant appearances and attempts to challenge her boundaries left her feeling irritated, even nauseated.Nauseated that she'd once been blind enough to fall for such a man.The alcohol slid down her throat to her stomach, gradually numbing her frustration.Suddenly, her phone rang.She pressed answer.“Babe, come out! There's this amazing new bar that just opened on the East Coast!" Sarah thought for a moment before replying, "Send me the location."...Stepping out of the taxi, Sarah stood in the cool breeze, looking up at the bar's neon sign. She couldn't quite make out the Fr
Zachary looked up, and despite the crowded bar, his eyes immediately found Sarah's booth.Several men were closing in on her with obvious ill intent.A flicker of coldness passed through his otherwise composed expression....The commotion at Sarah's table had drawn attention, but no one dared intervene. These thugs were notorious in the area, and nobody wanted trouble.The leader leered at Sarah and Scarlett with a sleazy grin. "Ladies, don't make this harder than it needs to be. Ask around about Scarface's reputation. Stick with me, and you'll be living the good life!"As he spoke, Scarface reached out to touch Sarah's face.Sarah's eyes turned sharp as she seized his thick wrist in her delicate hand.Despite being over six feet tall, Scarface found himself immobilized by pain, his face contorting."You bit—agh! Ow, ow, ow!"He couldn't even finish his insult before howling in pain.Damn, what kind of woman had this strength?"Leave." Sarah didn't want to cause trouble at
The police handled the situation efficiently, and order was quickly restored to the bar.With plenty of witnesses and video evidence, Sarah and Scarlett only needed to give statements and compensate the bar owner for damages before being released.As they left the police station, they saw Steven's car waiting outside. He rolled down the window, waving at them. "Ladies, hop in!"Through the open window, Sarah caught a glimpse of Zachary's refined profile in the backseat. Before she could hesitate, Scarlett pulled her toward the car."Perfect timing! I was worried we wouldn't find a ride this late!"Scarlett dove into the front passenger seat, leaving Sarah to slide into the back.Opening the rear door, Sarah's eyes fell on Zachary's long legs, his expensive suit pants perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle. Her heartbeat quickened for no reason.Unlike their last car ride, upbeat music filled the car, with Scarlett bobbing her head to the rhythm in the front seat, creating a
She turned her head away, trying to escape his touch."Hold still," his deep voice commanded softly.Sarah tensed up, her voice awkward. "Mr. Reynolds, I can do it myself...""Almost done," Zachary continued, clearly not intending to stop as he focused on gathering her hair.Her hair was thick and heavy in his hands, silky black and smooth to touch. The sea breeze carried its fresh scent to him.From his angle, he could clearly see her elegant swan-like neck, its graceful lines strangely enticing.His eyes darkened slightly as he swallowed, quickly looking away after securing the final loop of the hair tie."Done.""Thank you," Sarah replied stiffly.Noticing her tension, Zachary teased unexpectedly, "What's wrong? Falling for me?"Sarah froze.The flutter in her heart just now had been real.But someone like Zachary was far out of her reach.First, she was divorced. Second, the Reynolds family's status and wealth far exceeded the Chancers. Their standards for a potential
Never mind that these photos were taken after her divorce from James - even if they weren't, all they showed was her getting into someone's car. Hardly damning evidence!Unlike last time, students weren't blindly joining in the criticism. While there were plenty of nasty comments, many students were defending her.Sarah scrolled through the comments section."Someone must have it out for Miss Sanders. Why do they keep trying to smear her on the forum? One ambiguous photo proves nothing.""Where there's smoke, there's fire. Why is she the only one getting these accusations?""Forget everything else - can't believe she's already divorced at her age!"...Meanwhile, in the Dean's office at Adams University:"Dean Larson, I've explained everything. Having Sarah as a daughter-in-law was already an embarrassment to the Chancer family. How dare Adams hire someone like her? Aren't you worried about the university's reputation?"Mrs. Chancer sat on the office sofa, sipping tea while im
Sarah collected herself before heading out.At the doorway, she ran into an agitated Mia rushing towards her."Sarah!" Mia's pretty face was flushed with anger. "Did you see the forum? I bet Lucy's behind this again!"She couldn't think of anyone else who'd target Sarah like this.Sarah smiled softly.This girl had really grown on her.She patted Mia's back reassuringly. "Don't worry, I can handle this. You should get to class."Mia was clearly still concerned but, seeing Sarah's confidence and knowing she had an important lecture, reluctantly agreed. "Okay, but promise you'll tell me right away if anything happens."Sarah waved her phone in response, gesturing for Mia to go.Mia kept looking back anxiously as she left.Sarah sighed fondly.Though Zachary had asked her to help with Mia's psychological issues, it felt more like Mia was the one healing her.The Dean's building wasn't far from the Psychology Department. Sarah reached the office in under five minutes."Knock,
"How dare you speak to me like that!" Mrs. Chancer pointed her finger at Sarah's face. "Have you lost your mind?"Sarah gave her a dismissive glance before turning to address the administrators:"I apologize that my personal matters have disrupted your day. I've seen the forum post, but isn't it absurd to condemn someone based on one heavily edited photo?"Sarah spoke with quiet dignity.The Dean and other administrators exchanged uncomfortable glances. They knew the photo proved nothing, but Mrs. Chancer's influence was hard to ignore.Mrs. Chancer sneered at Sarah. "Would I be here without solid evidence?"She pulled out a USB drive, gesturing for the assistant to connect it to the projector. "Let's see how arrogant you'll be after this!"As the projector warmed up, the footage appeared on screen.It was surveillance video, blurry except for Sarah's unusually clear figure. The timestamp showed last year.The footage showed Sarah entering a hotel with a man.Sarah almost lau
When Mrs. Chancer recognized who had arrived, she couldn’t help but feeling nervous. Zachary Reynolds was the East Coast's most powerful heir - not someone the Chancers could afford to offend.She discreetly glanced at the blurry surveillance video, reassuring herself that the man in it was unidentifiable.Perhaps Lucy was right - someone of his status would only be playing with someone like Sarah. How could such a distinguished man seriously consider a divorced woman?This thought calmed her. Her Lucy was well-bred and highly educated, far superior to Sarah. Given the chance, Lucy could definitely secure someone as prestigious as Zachary.Right now, her task was to completely discredit Sarah. Not only did she need to confirm the allegations of infidelity during marriage, but she also had to make Mr. Reynolds distance himself from Sarah. With so many people present and men being concerned about their reputation, Mr. Reynolds was unlikely to step forward to defend Sarah."Sarah pra
Mrs. Chancer remained silent, unsure of how to respond. Lucy continued, her voice breaking with desperation. “Mom, you have to tell James to do something! If nothing else, have someone create a psychological evaluation report like last time. As long as they can prove I have mental health issues, I can be bailed out!” Her sobs grew louder. “Mom, I can’t stay here a single day longer!” Mrs. Chancer sighed deeply, feeling helpless. She had spent the past few days trying to convince James to get Lucy out, but her son had grown unyielding. He hadn’t even come home, let alone answered her calls. She understood that James had made up his mind this time. “I think your brother is determined not to help you this time. And it’s not just him—your grandfather even called specifically to tell us to leave you be.” Lucy stared at her mother in disbelief, clinging to her arm as tears streamed down her face. “Mom! Even if James and Grandpa don’t believe me, you have to! They’ve all been t
“Are you threatening me?” Vivian glared angrily at the man in front of her.The man remained calm and composed. “Not at all. I’m merely reminding you, Miss Wilson, that we’re in this together. If certain things were to come to light, I imagine your reaction would be quite dramatic.”Though furious, Vivian knew this was something Zachary must never find out about.“This is the last time,” she said coolly. “Go back and wait for my instructions.”Zachary had heard enough. He quietly left, not wanting to hear more. But the words stuck in his mind. The last time for what? Waiting for what instructions?Before their conversation ended, he had already slipped away, leaving the rest unanswered.---At the Misty Island Hotel, the morning session of the symposium had just concluded. Sarah was sitting in the restaurant, quietly eating her lunch, when a woman stormed in through the doors, her face twisted with anger. “Sarah! It’s me,” Charlotte said, glaring at her with venom.Sa
“How could he?” Charlotte silently questioned, her heart heavy with resentment. How could James treat her like this?---Adams University.Sarah was in the middle of a meeting when Dean Larson informed her she would be attending a symposium in the northern part of the city. To ensure she wouldn’t have to return late at night, the school had even reserved a room for her at the Misty Island Hotel. This news quickly reached Zachary. That evening, Sarah checked into the Misty Island Hotel, unaware of the unexpected turn her night would take. Late at night, Zachary found himself at the hotel, almost as if drawn there by an unseen force. Standing outside her room, he noticed the window was slightly ajar. He hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open and slipping inside, moving like a thief in the night. As he approached the bed, Sarah’s eyes suddenly opened, her deep brown pupils glinting in the dim light as they locked onto him. “You…” Sarah gasped, her mouth falli
Had her actions already been exposed? Did James know? Charlotte’s heart raced wildly, panic creeping in. What would she do if he had found out? James stared down at her with sharp, cold eyes. His voice was detached as he said, “If you claim you don’t understand, then I’ll take your word for it. Just focus on being Mrs. Chancer.”With that, he gave her a symbolic pat on the back before brushing past her and walking away. Charlotte felt a chill run through her entire body. What did he mean by that? Was he warning her? The thought sent a wave of anger through her. She wanted to sweep everything off the desk in frustration, but this was James’s study—she didn’t dare. Forcing herself to calm down, she reminded herself that her previous actions had already made James weary of her. She needed to rebuild the trust she once had. ---As James entered the bedroom, Charlotte’s voice called out from behind him. “Are you leaving again?” He turned to see her standing there in a
At that moment, a sharp pain hit Zachary’s chest. He realized something had changed—something fundamental—but even so, he wasn’t ready to give up on Sarah. “Sasa, yesterday Vivian said she was in a car accident…” “Zachary, do you know that what happened at the stables was her doing?” Sarah’s eyes widened as she waited for his answer. Zachary hesitated before nodding slowly. “I know.” “You knew and said nothing? She tried to hurt me, Zachary. You’ve let me down.” Sarah’s voice was icy. “Tell Vivian, my patience has its limits.” With that, she shoved Zachary out of the counseling room, handing the gift back to him. “We’re done, Zachary. Since we’ve broken up, there’s no need to stay in touch.” She slammed the door shut and pulled the curtains closed. ---Zachary walked back to his office, looking utterly lost. His assistant quickly approached him. “Mr. Reynolds, Miss Wilson is here.” He entered the office immediately and found Vivian sitting in his chair, a playf
Sarah drank the rest of her wine in one gulp, placed the glass back on the table, and said, “I’m going to rest.” “Alright,” Melvin replied, clinking his glass before sitting back down. His gaze lingered on his phone, his expression complicated. Sarah returned to her room, tidied up the gifts she’d received, and went to freshen up. By the time she sat on the edge of her bed, it was already 11:30 p.m. She held the bracelet Zachary had given her, lost in thought. Why hadn’t he come? What could have held him up? In just thirty minutes, her birthday would be over. She had received so many heartfelt wishes, but not his. While she was deep in thought, her phone chimed with a message. Picking it up, she saw a multimedia message containing text and a photo. The photo showed Zachary fast asleep. Her heart skipped a beat. Below the image was a message from Vivian: “Miss Sanders, this is Vivian. First, happy birthday! Zachary really wanted to attend your party, but he could
Watching them goof around, Sarah couldn’t help but laugh. As she laughed, she suddenly felt something cold on her face. She looked over to see Mia grinning mischievously—there was cream on her face. “Mia, you’ve turned naughty!” Sarah exclaimed, standing up from her seat and grabbing a plate of cream. She chased after Mia with playful determination. Melvin sipped his red wine and smiled as he watched them. His gaze drifted toward the front door, and he frowned slightly. Was Zachary really not coming? Earlier, before the cake was brought out, Melvin had noticed the disappointment in Sarah’s eyes. Though she hadn’t said anything outright, Melvin, who had watched her grow up, could read her emotions like an open book. Still, at least she seemed happy now. Lost in thought, Melvin suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. Turning around, he saw Sarah. Her hand was already reaching for his cheek. Before he could react, Sarah smeared cream across his face with a triumph
During dinner, Scarlett and Steven sat together at the table, which was loaded with skewers and desserts. Steven picked up an egg tart, took one bite, and immediately put it down with a look of disdain. “This egg tart is awful. The crust is way too greasy, and the filling tastes weird—like it’s gone bad.” Scarlett rolled her eyes and tried a bite herself. “I think it’s fine.” Ignoring her, Steven kept eating while complaining. “This grilled meat is terrible! The chef didn’t even bother to do a good job—it tastes gamey and smells bad.” “And this fried pork chop? My God, it’s dripping with oil!” … As he kept eating and grumbling, Scarlett couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the food out of his hands. “If you’re going to complain so much, then stop eating! These dishes were made by the chefs Melvin hired. If you don’t like it, why don’t you cook something yourself?” Steven looked at her, stunned. “Are you kidding? My cooking is way too expensive for this!” Scarle
“If it’s nothing, then why won’t you show me?” James took a deep breath and handed the photo album to Charlotte. “Satisfied now?” Charlotte took the album and flipped through it, photo by photo, noticing that most of them were pictures of James alone. “This belongs to Sarah? Why is her stuff here?” Charlotte frowned. She didn’t want Sarah to have any connection to them. James let out a cold, mocking laugh. “She probably forgot about it.” Charlotte didn’t press further, but she couldn’t shake the image of James’s expression while looking at the photo earlier—his eyes had been heavy with emotion, complicated and full of longing. Sensing James’s growing impatience, Charlotte quickly tried to explain. “James, I just feel insecure sometimes. I’m afraid you don’t care about me anymore. It’s only because I care so much about you.” “I know,” James said, his voice laced with exhaustion. ---That day was Sarah’s birthday. The venue was set at Melvin’s villa. The outdoor