The nurses hesitated but eventually agreed.They gently pulled Pierse away, leading him toward the door.After a few steps, he suddenly turned back and called out, “Mom, don’t talk to Evelyn like that. You’re not allowed to insult her.”Abby instantly bristled. “You little brat—are you telling me how to behave?!”She moved as if to chase after him, but Pierse had already taken off.A small warmth flickered in my chest.This kid… he was actually kind of sweet now.Abby, still fuming, marched back inside and sat down in the nearest chair with an air of arrogance.I didn’t waste time. “Mrs. Moore, if you have something to say, say it quickly. I’m tired and need to rest.”She clearly wasn’t used to my tone. Her brows shot up, and I could see she was about to lash out, but at the last second, she forced herself to hold back.For all her arrogance, she was still a woman in her fifties—someone who had seen enough of the world to know when to pick her battles.She eyed me up and down before s
She stared at me. “What did you just say?”I sighed, already losing patience. “I asked if you’re done yelling.”Abby bristled. “And what, was I wrong?! Didn’t you go and seduce that Wynn family CEO?”I cut her off coldly. “And then what?”That threw her off. For a moment, she had no idea how to respond.I pressed on. “And then what, Mrs. Moore? Are you trying to force a confession out of me, or do you just want to make me feel bad?”Abby latched onto that immediately. “That’s right! So, you admit it then? You admit you cheated while still married?”I shook my head. “No. I didn’t cheat. The one who cheated was your son, Julian.”Her face twisted in fury, turning an ugly shade of green. “You liar! What the hell are you talking about? My son would never cheat! That bitch Chloe set him up! “You think a few flimsy pieces of ‘evidence’ are enough to take everything from him? And as for the money—don’t even think about walking away with a single cent!”Ah. So, this was her real motive.Al
Julian froze for a moment, his expression shifting into something unreadable.Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “I’m sorry.”This time, I was the one caught off guard.I hadn’t expected him to apologize on his mother’s behalf.For a brief moment, I didn’t even know how to respond.After a long pause, I finally spoke. “Mr. Moore, you should go.”My voice had returned to its usual icy indifference.Julian took a step forward.I immediately cut in, my tone sharp. “Don’t come any closer.”His feet stopped abruptly.He looked at me, his gaze filled with something unfamiliar—something painfully raw.I had never seen him like this before.A strange, dull ache spread in my chest, but I ignored it.Turning my face away, I said, “Mr. Moore, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.”His voice was low, almost pleading. “Eve, are you really going through with the divorce?”I nodded. “Yes.”Julian let out a short, bitter laugh. “I… I thought when you woke up, you might change y
The next morning, Nicholas arrived at the hospital early. He looked furious.Apparently, after beating Julian to a pulp yesterday, he found out that Julian’s mother and brother had come looking for trouble with me.That only made him livid.The look in his eyes made it seem like he was ready to end someone.I quickly grabbed his arm. “Brother, it’s fine. They didn’t hurt me.”Nicholas cupped my face, his expression full of heartache. “Eve, you don’t understand… Forget it. I’m getting someone to guard your hospital room.”I panicked. “No need! This is a hospital, not a prison. I don’t want people hovering around.”His gaze darkened. “I heard that old witch screamed at you for nearly an hour.”Just hearing that again made my chest tighten.No matter how much I tried to brush it off, being attacked so viciously still hurt.I tried to soothe him. “Brother, don’t stoop to her level. She only yelled because she’s scared of me filing for divorce.”Nicholas let out a cold laugh. “Of course, sh
So, this was why my bank account suddenly had an insane amount of money?It was all starting to make sense.No wonder Nicholas and Miles got along so well.The two of them were exactly the same—utterly ruthless when it came to payback.Nicholas might seem impulsive and cocky, but he was sharp, calculating. When he made a decision, he followed through.And in some ways, I was the same way.But Miles? He had been the biggest surprise.He always seemed polite, refined, the kind of person who avoided unnecessary conflict.Yet beneath that calm, gentlemanly demeanor, he was just as vengeful as my brother, if not worse.…Dolly kept rambling on, vividly describing how my brother had stormed into Julian’s house with his men, smashing things, flipping furniture, and taking everything that legally belonged to me.Everything.By “everything,” she meant everything except for the jewelry, designer clothes, and luxury handbags she and I had taken with us before.My eye twitched.I knew how my broth
I asked calmly, “So you do remember I was your sister-in-law? I thought you had forgotten.”Pierse’s eyes reddened. “I… I was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I always thought you were the one who ruined my brother’s relationship with Chloe.”I raised an eyebrow.He quickly corrected himself. “I mean… Chloe. She’s not my sister-in-law.”My tone softened slightly. “Did she tell you something?”Pierse nodded. “She found me and cried for a long time. She kept saying she couldn’t forget my brother… and that you were the one who forced them apart. That’s how she made it sound.”I nodded in understanding.Of course.There was no way Pierse would have hated me this much on his own—someone had clearly been whispering in his ear.And Chloe? Manipulating people was practically her hobby. If she could convince Julian, fooling a teenage boy must have been child’s play.But I had no interest in rehashing the past or digging into whatever lies she had fed him. It simply didn’t matter
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t talk about your brother like that.”Pierse’s eyes lit up. “Wait, does that mean you still like him?”But the second he saw my expression darken, he immediately shut his mouth.I said flatly, “From now on, stay out of things between me and your brother. Just focus on your studies.”He was in his last year of middle school—about to start high school soon.Since I had lost my memories, I had no idea how well he was doing academically. But considering how often he showed up at the hospital, I had a feeling that he wasn’t doing too well.Sure enough, Pierse scowled. “Don’t even bring up school. Things are a mess at home. No one cares what I do, and honestly, I can’t focus on studying right now.”Something in my chest tightened.I asked cautiously, “Is something going on with the Moore family?”He glanced at me, hesitating.I immediately understood. “My brother’s making trouble for your family, isn’t he?”Pierse nodded.A pang of sympathy hit me.The Moor
I was puzzled by Julian’s behavior.Why had he become so agreeable all of a sudden?A smooth, warm voice interrupted my thoughts. “What’s got you so lost in thought?”I looked up.Miles had just walked in, dressed in a light gray casual suit.As always, he carried himself with effortless elegance, exuding an air of sophistication and undeniable charm.He sat down beside me, studying my face carefully. “You’re looking much better. Dr. Reed said your leg might heal faster than expected—you might not even need the full month before the stitches come out. So don’t worry.”I hesitated before asking, “Miles… what about Julian? Did he say anything? Did he agree to the divorce?”Miles shook his head. “No.”That only confused me more. “Then why did he give up the money so easily? Why would he even help Chloe cover part of it?”A flicker of surprise passed over his face. “How did you know that?”I told him about Chloe’s desperate visit earlier today.Of course, I didn’t mention Pierse’s involvem
Sharon paused in surprise. "You two know each other?"The handsome man walked over, grinning as he looked straight at me. "How could we not? We’re practically family. It’d be awkward if we don’t know each other."Sharon laughed. "You..."It was obvious she had no idea who he really was.I said, "He’s Mr. Wynn’s younger brother."Now it was Sharon’s turn to be stunned. "What? Peter, you're Mr. Wynn’s brother?"Trey raised a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes as he touched his striking, mixed-featured face. "What? Don’t I look the part?"Realization dawned on her. "No wonder! I kept thinking how much you looked like Miles. I just figured good-looking guys all shared the same template."She gave him a playful smack on the arm. "This is your fault! You introduced yourself as Peter and didn’t say a word about who you really were. “You just let me make a fool of myself in front of Eve!"Trey chuckled. "Well, now you know, don’t you?"He said it lazily, like he hadn’t fully woken up yet
After getting the audit pass, there wasn't much else to worry about.Just then, Sharon called.Her voice was gentle over the phone. "Eve, are you feeling better?""I'm much better now," I replied.She chuckled. "You must be bored stiff in the hospital. Come hang out at my place. I’ll introduce you to some freelance work. I can’t let you stay idlefor too long."And that was that.Dolly and I drove over to her gallery.Sharon, as always, looked stylish and refined. She wore shimmering tassel earrings that gave her a graceful, alluring charm.I couldn’t help comparing her to Chloe.Chloe had that delicate, sweet look—soft and refined in her own way.But Sharon gave off the vibe of a confident, independent woman. Smart, capable, and still every bit feminine. Both were undeniably attractive in their own right—the kind of women who’d leave a lasting impression. But Sharon had the more dignified air, and her smile was confident and warm.That made me start questioning my brother’s taste.
Since I was already in the system as a former student and graduate of Hilton University, getting an audit pass just meant pulling up my old records. As the teacher processed it, they suddenly said, "You’re really eager to learn, aren’t you? Want to sign up for another one?"I asked, "Another what?"They thought for a second. "Are you interested in architecture?"I blinked. "What’s special about architecture?"The teacher leaned in, clearly trying to sound mysterious. "Word is, a world-renowned architect will be joining us soon as a visiting professor. Once the news is out, everyone’s going to want a spot in that class. But right now, hardly anyone knows."They smiled. "You seem like the studious type. Want me to sign you up?"I thought it over. "Alright. Not too many classes, right?"The teacher shook their head. "Not at all. About four sessions a month, roughly once a week."That sounded manageable, so I nodded.Then they added, "And if you attend the visiting professor’s lectures,
The next morning, I was getting ready when I got a call from Dolly.Her gossip radar was in full swing. "Eve! Open the video. Hurry, hurry! You have to watch Julian slapping that mistress, Chloe!"I replied weakly, "What’s there to watch?" I’d already seen it all last night.Dolly gasped through the phone. "What? Not worth watching? Are you kidding me? Evelyn White, I’m warning you—watch it now or we’re done being friends!"I gave in with a sigh. "You’d cut me off over this? Fine, I’ll send you the first-row footage."I casually forwarded her the video I’d taken last night.Five minutes later, Dolly’s scream echoed through the call. "Ahhh! That whole scene happened right outside your place?! What the hell were they doing? Acting out some kind of tragic romance?""And wait, Chloe’s pregnant? Since when? Did she sneak in while you were in the hospital and Julian was there too? No... something’s off..."I finished getting ready while she rambled on and said, "I don’t know how Chloe got pr
I pulled my foot back and quietly watched the two figures standing in the rain.The woman who stepped out of the red car was Chloe.I let out a bitter smile—who else could it be but Chloe? Who else would be clinging to Julian, sobbing like her life depended on it?Chloe kept holding onto Julian’s arm, crying. "Say something! Julian, don’t do this, please... I swear I’m not lying, I’m really pregnant."I silently turned on my phone's camera and aimed it at them.Julian stood there motionless, letting Chloe tug at his hand. His eyes gazed past the rain and mist, fixed on the building. I knew he was looking at my place.Something stirred in my chest. It didn’t hurt.It wasn’t agonizing, but it was far from comfortable.Then I heard Julian’s voice, cold as the rain. "Chloe, I told you a long time ago. We're over. Why can’t you accept that?"Chloe's wailing grew louder, nothing like her usual composed and elegant self. Her sobs echoed through the rainy night, full of sorrow. "Julia
Everything Julian wanted to say got stuck in his throat. I let out a cold laugh and turned to leave. This time, he didn’t follow me. But when I rounded the corner, I couldn’t help glancing back. He was still standing in the gazebo, looking hollowed-out and broken. Anyone who didn’t know the truth might’ve been moved by the sight. However, I wasn’t moved. Not even a little. ... Back in my apartment, Mary had already gone home but left me a bowl of soup. I wanted to eat, but after a few bites, I felt nauseous. No, I wasn’t pregnant—I was sure of that. But the wave of physical discomfort still hit hard. The place was quiet and empty. Dolly had already moved out, and Miles, respecting my space, never pushed to live with me. Still… tonight, staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling windows, I felt the silence settle in deeper than usual. Then I saw it. Down on the street below, a car was parked. Someone sat beside it, smoking. The building wasn’t that high, a
Julian's gaze grew sharper, his tone icy. “Eve, let me warn you. You’re still my wife. If you’re getting close to another man just to get back at me, fine. But being pregnant…”I cut him off with a cold laugh. “Oh, I see, so being pregnant is your dealbreaker now?”His eyes darkened so much they looked nearly murderous, like he might snap and strangle me right there. He hissed, “Stop making a scene, Eve. Are you pregnant or not? Whose child is it?” A sharp pain pounded through my head. I should never have come down here. I stood up, ready to leave, but Julian lunged forward and blocked my way in just a few strides. I stared at him coldly. “What are you trying to do, Mr. Moore?” He suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Eve, just tell me the truth! Are you pregnant?” I couldn’t take it anymore. I smacked his hand away hard. “What the hell is wrong with you? No, I’m not pregnant! I’m not shameless like you!” The words burst out of me, and it felt like a weight finally lifted. Ju
I was right. Julian showed up. And not only did he show up, but he also refused to leave. I told the security office I didn’t want to see him and asked them to escort him out. But half an hour later, they called me again. “Miss White, we’re really sorry, but could you come down and speak with him yourself? He just won’t leave. We’ve tried everything.” I was annoyed. “Can’t you call the police? I don’t care if he’s loitering. He’s not someone I want to see.” The guard hesitated. “Miss White, what reason would we give the police? He’s not causing a scene, and… well, he seems like someone important. We don’t have the authority to physically remove him.” That only made my frustration worse. The guard kept trying to talk me into coming down, throwing in all kinds of reassurances—saying next time, they’d leave him out in the cold, no matter who he was. After thinking it over, I threw on a coat and went downstairs. Sure enough, there he was. Julian stood in the lobby, l
Miles gave me a small smile. “My silly girl has finally grown up.” ... The news of Chloe’s pregnancy rattled me the entire day. My mind felt foggy, lost in a daze. I couldn’t understand how she could be pregnant—it just didn’t make sense. As soon as Dolly heard the news, she called Julian. And just as expected, she absolutely tore into him over the phone, cursing out his entire family tree. When she hung up, fuming, she turned to me and said, “Eve, don’t worry. Let those two losers rot together. Julian basically got zero chance of showing his face around you now.”A dull ache started to form in my head. I rubbed my temples and sighed. “I really don’t want to know anything about it.” Dolly, worried I might spiral, rushed to comfort me. It took a good deal of convincing to make her believe I wasn’t heartbroken; I was just genuinely surprised Chloe would pull a stunt like this. James showed up shortly after, looking rushed. He didn’t even put down his briefcase befo