Mary gave me a knowing smile, as if she understood but wouldn’t say anything. "Oh, I wasn’t talking about that. I just meant you’re too skinny," she said while carrying the empty bowls and dishes into the kitchen. I was so full I could barely move, so I paced around the spacious apartment, trying to digest. Feeling bored, I wandered into the kitchen and saw Mary handling a sink full of chicken, duck, and fish. I gaped. "Mary, are you cooking all of this for me? I can’t eat that much by myself tonight." She didn’t even look up. "Of course not. Mr. Wynn is coming for dinner too. It’s my first time cooking for your employer—I have to make my best dishes." I froze. "He’s coming too?" She smiled. "Yes, doesn’t Mr. Wynn live here?" Panic surged through me. "No, no, no! Mil—Mr. Wynn doesn’t live here. I don’t live with him!" She didn’t seem to care, waving a hand dismissively as she continued cleaning the poultry. I wanted to leave but hesitated.Then I turned back to expl
Mary chuckled. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. That must be Mr. Wynn." But when she opened the door, it wasn’t Miles—it was another bouquet, this time a massive arrangement of pink oriental lilies. Lilies had much larger blooms than roses, making the bouquet look even more extravagant. Both Mary and I were stunned. The delivery guy handed over a form for us to sign, chatting as I signed for it. "A lot of people were staring on my way here. Is it someone’s birthday?" I was completely baffled. "Are you sure these are for me? Could they have been delivered to the wrong address?" The delivery guy asked, "Are you Evelyn White?" I nodded. He double-checked the address and my name, then smiled. "Then there’s no mistake. Gotta run—next delivery’s waiting." With that, he was gone. Mary and I stared at the two giant bouquets, speechless. Before she could say anything, I quickly cut in, "These aren’t from Mr. Wynn." Without wasting another second, I went back to
Thinking it was Julian calling from another number, I answered without even looking and immediately snapped, "Julian Moore, you disgusting scumbag! Call me again, and I’ll report you for harassment!"The person on the other end paused for two seconds.Then, after a brief silence, Miles’ voice came through, filled with helplessness. "Eve, are you fighting with him again? What happened this time?"…By the time Miles arrived, the living room was filled with five different bouquets, each a striking shade of pink.Every single one was fresh, vibrant, exquisitely wrapped, and looked expensive.The atmosphere in the room felt a little strange.I held a card I’d found tucked inside one of the bouquets. It read: "Do you like these flowers?"The sender’s name was "Everlasting Gaze."What a psychopath!Furious, I ripped the cards to shreds.Miles walked over to the windows and opened them, letting in a rush of fresh air.Then he signaled to the security guard who had come up. "Take all of these
Mary quickly checked me over. "Oh dear, Miss White, stop washing already! Go on, wash your hands and keep Mr. Wynn company in the living room." She shot me a series of exaggerated winks. Hearing the commotion, Miles walked over. Before I could react, Mary suddenly shoved me toward him. "Mr. Wynn, take Miss White out of here. She’s not meant for this kind of rough work!" Caught off guard, I stumbled straight into Miles’s arms. Mortified, I stiffened. Mary really didn’t know how to control her strength!Miles steadied me, his gaze flicking to my clothes, damp from the splashing water. He took my wrist and led me away. "Go change into something dry." Still in a daze, I nodded. "Oh… okay." Then I obediently went to my room to change. By the time I came back, Miles was already seated on the couch, watching the news. Feeling awkward, I hesitated for a moment before moving to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, not too far from him. To be honest, Miles wasn’t as cold or
Dolly suddenly called. "Eve, what happened between you and Julian? He somehow got my number today and completely lost it on me."Just hearing Julian’s name was enough to give me PTSD.I quickly stepped onto the balcony and answered, "Why was he mad?"Dolly let out an exasperated sigh. "He swears I’m the one who put these ideas in your head and turned you against him."I scoffed. "Does he really not know what he did? Blaming everyone else—he’s shameless.""I told him exactly that, and guess what happened?"I frowned. "What did he do?"She sighed. "He called my boss and put me on unpaid leave.""What?!" I was stunned. "That lowlife actually did that?"Dolly sounded unfazed. "It’s just unpaid leave. I don’t really care. I was thinking about taking some time off and traveling anyway."But I knew better.I felt guilty. Dolly was dragged into this mess because of me. If it truly didn’t affect her, she wouldn’t have bothered calling—she would’ve just sucked it up in silence."Come stay with
I realized that Miles had a habit of ruffling my hair, like he was soothing a bristling cat.He said, "If you need anything while I’m away, call my assistant, Patrick Cooke. And remember not to get into trouble.""Mm, got it," I promised.With that, he picked up his suit jacket, ready to leave.Just as he was heading out, Mary came out from the kitchen and called after him. "Mr. Wynn, you’re leaving already? Why not stay and rest a bit?"I stiffened.Miles gave her a polite smile. "No, I have to go. I’ll be away on a business trip for the next few days, so I’ll have to trouble you to take care of Eve."Mary beamed at him like a mother sizing up a promising son-in-law. "No need to worry, Mr. Wynn! Miss White is just like my own daughter—so pretty and well-behaved. Even if you didn’t ask, I’d take good care of her."Miles smiled and turned to me, lowering his voice. "Be good. Wait for me to come back."My ears burned instantly.After he left, Mary kept gushing. "Mr. Wynn is such a gentle
The next morning, Dolly and I got straight to work, figuring out our next steps.Her first suggestion was to sell off everything I took from Julian’s villa."Liquidate it!" Dolly said enthusiastically, dividing the items into three categories on paper. "First, the high-value pieces—anything worth millions. These need to go through reputable luxury resale platforms. “Second, the fine jewelry—valuable but a bit trickier to sell. “And third, the designer goods that won’t fetch a great price but should still be sold."She tapped the list confidently. "I did a rough estimate. Eve, your stuff alone should bring in at least four million dollars. At minimum, four million dollars!"She grinned like she had just struck gold. "Put that in a solid investment fund, and you’ll be earning a hefty amount in interest every year. Eve, you’re rich!"I still didn’t fully grasp the significance of money.My parents never really taught me about financial matters.But I understood that Dolly had a plan, a
They were as impeccably dressed as ever, but I glanced at the shopping bags in their hands and couldn’t help but smirk."Oh, what a coincidence. Are you two here to shop for secondhand bags?"Rossie’s expression darkened. "Eve, we still haven’t settled our last score! What are you so smug about?"Lilian sneered beside her. "Rossie, don’t you see? She’s here because she’s broke and needs to cash out."With a mocking chuckle, she added, "Look at her, without Julian Moore, she’s nothing. Didn’t she used to call herself Mrs. Moore all the time? What a joke."Both of them covered their mouths, laughing as if they’d just heard the funniest thing in the world.I felt irritation bubbling inside me.I was here to sell things, and of all people, they just had to run into me at the worst moment.Not wanting to waste my breath, I turned to leave.But Rossie wasn’t done. "Oh, leaving so soon?"I ignored her and headed back toward the VIP room.Then, behind me, she suddenly said, "Hey, Lilian, did y
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