He smirked, his expression unreadable. “If she really does become my sister-in-law, now that would be interesting.”Kira fumed. “Trey, can you seriously tolerate someone like her stepping into the Wynn family?”He glanced at her. “Why? Are you jealous?”Kira quickly covered up. “No! That’s not what I meant. I just think someone like Evelyn is trash—who would want her?!”Trey’s smirk deepened. “I don’t think she’s trash. In fact, I think she’s quite interesting.”Kira was so furious she couldn’t even find the words to respond.Then, as if a thought suddenly struck her, she narrowed her eyes. “Wait… don’t tell me you have an interest in her too?”Instead of answering, Trey lazily gestured for the group of young women nearby to come over.With sweet giggles, they skipped toward him, their voices soft and flirtatious.Whatever they whispered in his ear made him chuckle. He casually pulled two of them into his arms and planted playful kisses on each of their cheeks.The tennis court filled
This apartment was in the prime district of Riverdale’s CBD, surrounded by hospitals, banks, and supermarkets.More importantly, its interior design matched my taste perfectly—simple, modern, with sleek, designer furniture. The sofa and dining set were brand new, their stylish aesthetic effortlessly blending with the space.After wandering through the apartment, I sprawled out on the massive king-sized bed and called Dolly.The line was busy.I muttered, “She’s really swamped.”Just then, my phone rang—it was Miles.I quickly answered, “Hello? Miles?”His crisp, steady voice came through the line. “Sean told me you’ve set your sights on the high-rise apartment?”“Yeah. Everything here is so convenient. Even if I get hungry in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t need to order takeout—there are restaurants just a short walk away.” Then I hesitated before adding, “Miles, let me rent this place from you, okay? I have the money now.”There was a pause on the other end.“Rent?” His voice c
His voice was slow, deliberate. “Evelyn, can we not get a divorce?”For a second, I thought I had misheard.I hadn’t even responded when Julian spoke again, his tone both weary and frustrated. “Evelyn, let’s talk this through properly. Don’t treat divorce like a joke.”I remained silent.Sensing my lack of response, he pressed on. “I admit that I married you out of spite back then, but we’ve been through five years together. We’ve weathered storms. Why can’t we just… stay married?”His voice softened, filled with a kind of forced tenderness. “Eve, I know I’ve let you down in many ways. But stop this, okay? Come back.”I hung up.Then, without hesitation, I blocked the number.I calmly walked back upstairs, looking at the piles of untouched luxury goods scattered around the room.Pulling out my phone, I downloaded the resale app Dolly had recommended. One by one, I took pictures of everything and listed them for sale.At eighteen, I wanted a passionate, all-consuming love.At twenty-fi
I forced a smile. “Thank you.”Miles nudged the menu toward me. “Do you want to pick something you like?”I glanced at the menu, realizing it was all in a foreign language. I awkwardly admitted, “I can’t read it.”“There’s an English menu.”The restaurant manager, as if performing a magic trick, swiftly produced one.I took a look and could sort of understand it.Miles noticed my struggle and chuckled. “Still having trouble?”Feeling embarrassed, I sighed. “My brain… only remembers high school-level English.”Losing seven years of memories meant I had also lost all the knowledge I gained in college.Right now, I was just dumb and clueless, but not in an endearing way.Miles gave a small nod. “That was my oversight.”Just as we were speaking, a couple walked in, their arms linked, heading in our direction.The moment I saw them, my expression stiffened. Without thinking, I grabbed the menu and used it to shield my face.The couple spotted me as well. They froze at first, then hesitat
"You—!" Chloe lost her composure, but quickly reined herself in.This was a public setting, and more importantly, Miles was here.They still had enough sense not to lash out at me so recklessly in front of him.The atmosphere turned tense again, thick with unspoken hostility.No one spoke this time, not until the food began arriving.Miles casually took my plate of lamb chops and, with precise, unhurried movements, cut the meat into neat, bite-sized pieces before sliding the dish back to me.I looked at the sizzling, juicy lamb and grinned. “Thanks, Miles.”Julian suddenly spoke, his tone laced with irritation. “Eve doesn’t like lamb.”Miles raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Julian’s expression was firm. “I was married to her for five years. I know exactly what she likes. She hates lamb.”Without a word, I picked up my fork, speared a piece of lamb, and popped it into my mouth.Then I turned to Miles and said, “I love lamb. I always have.”His gaze softened with quiet amusement. “I know. Your b
Miles had practically called Julian a pathetic excuse for a man.Under the table, I anxiously clenched my napkin.For a split second, I thought Julian might snap, flipping the table in rage. Without thinking, I reached out, instinctively grabbing Miles’ hand.I barely brushed against him before his fingers closed around mine.His grip wasn’t too tight, but firm enough to send a silent message, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”The tension coiling inside me unraveled slightly.I lifted my gaze to Julian, whose face flickered between red and pale, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful.After what felt like an eternity, he finally muttered, “Mr. Wynn, there are things you don’t understand.”Miles adjusted his glasses slightly. “I haven’t been back long, so I admit I don’t know everything. And I won’t make assumptions.”His gaze shifted toward me, his voice calm but unwavering. “But I won’t let Evelyn get hurt again.”Then, as if making a point, he turned back to Julian. “Can you say
Miles took my hand and pulled me up. “Let’s go somewhere else.”Without sparing Julian or Chloe a single glance, he strode out of the restaurant, leading me along with him.I couldn’t help but glance back.Julian and Chloe were still at the table, awkwardly arguing with the restaurant manager, their frustration clear.They had probably planned a perfectly romantic evening—reserved the best table to order a fine meal—only to find themselves abruptly unwelcome.But could such a prestigious restaurant really just close early like that, just to get rid of them?I followed Miles.He walked fast, his grip on my hand firm, unwavering.We left the main dining area, but instead of exiting the building, he led me up a staircase on the side.I was caught off guard, not knowing what he was up to.When we reached the second floor, impeccably dressed staff were already waiting. They guided us to a private terrace—intimate, elegant, with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.I peered down through
I kept my head down, quietly eating for a while.Then, a sudden thought hit me—Julian never really knew me. He didn’t even know my likes, dislikes, or dietary restrictions.An empty feeling settled in my chest, and before I could stop myself, I muttered, “Then what were those five years of marriage for?”Miles took a slow sip of his champagne, his voice unhurried. “A sincere heart, wasted on a bastard.”I choked.…The next morning, I woke up early and checked my phone, only to find dozens of new messages.Most of them were from buyers on the resale app, inquiring about prices.I carefully responded to a few interested ones.Some trusted the listings, while others were skeptical about luxury goods being sold at such steep discounts.I wasn’t familiar with how online sales worked nowadays—my last memory of the internet was back when social messenger had just launched.Typing out responses one by one was slow and exhausting, and before I knew it, the entire morning had passed.By the ti
My phone buzzed twice.I quickly unlocked it and found a flood of photos and videos.A quick glance was all I needed before I grimaced and looked away."Here, there’s more where that came from," Trey said, watching me with an amused smirk. "So, tell me, do you really want to take down Julian? What happened? You finally got your head on straight? Or did you take the wrong meds recently?"Of course, someone as well-connected as him would have heard all about my black history.I hesitated. "I… I just don’t want to keep embarrassing myself."Trey chuckled, unconvinced. "Liar."His eyes narrowed, studying me with unsettling sharpness. "Tell me the truth, and I’ll give you something even juicier."I hesitated, James’ warning from earlier still fresh in my mind.Seeing my internal struggle, Trey’s smirk deepened. "No truth? Hmm?"I had no choice but to admit, "I… I lost my memory. And I don’t love Julian anymore."Trey blinked.Then, after a brief pause—he burst into laughter.Loud, unabashe
The three of us walked out together.Waiting outside were three flashy Ferraris, belonging to Trey’s poker buddies.They strolled over, grinning. “Trey, Evelyn, where to?”Trey casually rattled off a location, and the guys whooped as they jumped into their cars—each one, of course, with a stunning young woman already waiting in the passenger seat.Dolly tugged at my sleeve, whispering, “This is a full-blown rich boys’ club.”I nodded. “I just need to stick around long enough to get the evidence.”My gaze drifted to the bag she was clutching tightly—stuffed to the brim with cash.“And, well… there’s a lot of money involved, too.”At the mention of money, Dolly’s entire attitude shifted. Her back straightened, her legs no longer ached, and suddenly, she had zero complaints about hanging out with a group of spoiled playboys.Instead of taking one of the Ferraris, Trey ditched the idea and grabbed a convertible that could fit all three of us.And so, we sped off.Four cars tore through th
Trey smirked, his tone dripping with mockery. "Oh? Is that so? I thought it was your beloved Chloe who started spilling the tea. I’m just helping the public see the truth, nothing more."Laughter rippled through the room again.I watched as Trey danced all over Julian’s last nerve, and yet, Julian had no way of shutting him down.I couldn’t help it and laughed.Julian’s eyes darkened the moment he saw me smile. "Evelyn, you—"I cut him off. "What does this have to do with me? Chloe accused you of deceiving her. Maybe you should go explain things to her instead of embarrassing yourself here."His expression grew even more menacing. "You... what are you doing with him?"I let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Julian, I’m divorcing you. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. If I want to hang out with friends, I will. If I want to go out and have fun, I will. What right do you have to control me?"His face darkened with rage. He stepped forward like he was about to drag me away.Bu
Something stirred inside me, and for a moment, I forgot to push him away.“Hurry up, play your hand!”The guys who had just lost were already urging me to make a move.I hesitantly placed a card down—the Queen of Spades.Trey smirked. “Not bad. Playing the Queen—might just turn things in your favor.”With a cigarette between his lips, he leaned over again, casually adjusting the cards in my hand.The truth was, I did know how to play poker—at least in theory. I had spent enough time as a child watching my mother and her socialite friends play at fancy cocktail parties.But watching and playing were two very different things.At first, I was stiff, unsure of the strategy. Then, as the game went on, I started picking up the rhythm.And then… I won.I stared down at my hand in disbelief, double-checking my cards. I glanced at Trey for confirmation.Just then, he flicked away his cigarette and leaned back with a lazy grin.“Straight flush. Damn, you actually won. Alright, pay up, boys!”
A strange shiver ran through me, and I quickly averted my gaze.Trey seemed to catch onto my thoughts. He smirked, deliberately exhaling a puff of smoke in my direction before turning to the others. “Alright, let’s play a few rounds.”I shot Dolly a pleading look, but she only shrugged helplessly.The game began. Trey’s long fingers toyed with the custom poker cards, his every movement exuding an effortless sense of wealth and refinement.“Three rounds.”He casually discarded a card, then leaned back, eyes half-lidded as he took a slow drag from his cigarette.“Hah! Gotcha! I win!” one of the guys across the table cheered, rubbing his hands together excitedly.Trey rolled his eyes, laughing. “That’s all it takes to get you excited? Fine, take it.”The game moved on—counting cards, reshuffling the deck. I watched as Trey casually tossed a thick stack of cash onto the table.My brows furrowed and thought, “They’re playing for that much?”He glanced at me. “Starting to get it?”I shook
I took in the massive VIP suite, realizing just how absurdly large it was.Scattered around the plush sofas were more young men—clearly heirs to wealthy families, each accompanied by stunning women.And these weren’t just any women. Every single one of them had the kind of looks that could make them instant social media influencers. They knew how to dress, and they weren’t shy about showing off.That was when it clicked—so this was why the server gave Dolly and me such a weird look earlier.I was in a simple, modest white cotton dress. Dolly was in a tracksuit and sneakers.Our attires were high-quality from designer brands, but compared to these women, we might as well have walked in from an entirely different world.Dolly tugged at my sleeve, frowning. “Who is this? Do you recognize him?”I pointed to the man sitting in the very center—the most striking, effortlessly handsome one in the room. “He’s Trey Wynn. So, it’s him.”Right on cue, Trey spotted us. He lifted his glass and s
I said, “He did buy me a lot of jewelry, designer bags, clothes, and other things. Those are worth quite a bit.”James adjusted his glasses. “Those are considered gifts. The court won’t allow you to reclaim them. “But Chloe Clarke, on the other hand, is in trouble. The transfer records and expensive gifts she herself exposed can all be compiled as assets to recover.”I was momentarily stunned.Dolly burst out laughing. “Amazing! This scheming, gold-digging snake clearly never bothered to read the latest civil laws! Everything she got falls under marital assets.”Realization hit me. “So not only can I get back the money I invested in Moore Group, but I can also claim a significant portion of Julian’s wealth and leave Chloe with nothing?”Dolly grinned. “Ding ding ding! You got it.”Then she turned to James. “Mr. Howe, make sure you collect every piece of evidence. Let’s ruin Julian Moore.”James smiled knowingly. “Bankrupting him might be a stretch—Julian has built a strong foundation
He pulled an A4 sheet from his briefcase, a photocopy of an official document.I immediately spotted my signature, along with the statement detailing the purpose of the transferred funds. In my own handwriting, I had written: Investment as a partner in Moore Group’s Expansion project.A long breath of relief escaped me.James smiled. “It’s all clearly stated, and there’s also a record of your transfer into Moore Group’s corporate account. There’s no way they can deny this.”“Thank you, Mr. Howe,” I said sincerely.He waved it off with ease. “No need to thank me. You should be thanking the financial regulations in place. “If you had transferred the money directly to Julian’s personal account instead, it could’ve been classified as a gift.”At that, the entire legal team seemed to relax considerably.Then James turned to me with a serious expression. “Miss White, have you truly lost your memory?”I nodded.He grew even more solemn. “You cannot let Julian know about this. If he finds ou
She stared at me for a long moment before urging, “Hurry up! He’s probably online right now.”“How do I contact him?” I asked.Dolly rolled her eyes. “Go to your account and message him.”I hesitated. “I forgot my login credentials.”With an exasperated sigh, Dolly helped me set up a new account.After what felt like forever, I finally managed to log in.I sent a message: "Hello, I’m Evelyn White, Julian Moore’s wife. Can I have your contact information? I need to ask you about something."A few minutes later, I got a reply: "Sure."I waited a moment before another message appeared.It was a username notification.I quickly added the contact.His profile picture was an anime-style illustration of a smirking, devilish-looking man. Something about the eyes looked oddly familiar.I typed, "Hello, may I ask where you got the photos you posted?"The chat showed he was typing.After a long pause, his response finally came through, "Someone sent them to me."I followed up immediately, "Would