Upon hearing this, Miranda was taken aback. Did Nash not know Nina was pregnant? Or was there another reason?Nash's expression remained unchanged, his deep eyes cold and detached, as if Nina’s affairs no longer mattered to him. Nina had hoped that revealing her pregnancy might change his heart. She was wrong. When a man decided to be heartless, a child meant nothing. Perhaps she should not have told him at all. Her last hope was gone, and her heart was nearly dead."Nash, let's go," Miranda said, leaning against him, breaking the tense silence between them. "Nina, you should have gotten rid of it earlier. You wouldn't be in this situation now."Nash's gaze returned, slightly unsettled, but he responded coldly and mercilessly, "Let's go. Ignore her. She'll say anything to keep her status as Mrs. York."The two walked past Nina without looking back. As they passed, Miranda bumped Nina's shoulder with a smirk. Nina stumbled back a step, and Eve caught her, looking at their re
Even if the child was born, he would not care. Rather than staying with such a father, it was better if she raised the child alone. The villa was quiet and cold. Nina sat for hours, reflecting on many things. She thought about her youth, how she started working at the same company as Nash, eventually becoming his wife. Despite never getting his attention, she remained patient. When she finally decided to let go and let him pursue his true love, he kept entangling with her. It felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on her, ending in tragedy without giving her a perfect ending. This time, was it really over? She still held onto hope that Nash would not divorce her. She waited, and finally, late at night, Nash returned. He came in a hurry, as if just stopping by briefly. As soon as he arrived, he sat across from her, accompanied by a lawyer.Nina looked at him. He was as cold as ever, reminiscent of their early marriage days. Nash did not look at her. The lawyer took a d
"Shut up!" Nina snapped, her voice trembling with anger. "How can you say something like that? I can't believe I misjudged you so badly!"Nash did not flinch, taking her slap head-on. His cheek reddened, but his lips curled into a cruel, cold smile as he turned back to face her. His eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. "If this makes you give up on me, then it's a good thing. I'm not the right man for you."Nina trembled and she was heartbroken and devastated. She had never met anyone as cruel as Nash."If your goal was to make me sign, congratulations. You've succeeded. I want this divorce as much as you do!" Nina grabbed the pen and signed her name on the divorce papers. She then flung them at him. "Get out. Get out of my house right now!"Nash's expression remained unchanged, unaffected by her rage. The lawyer quickly gathered the signed papers."It's done, Mr. York," the lawyer said, addressing him.Nash nodded, got up, and walked out without another glance at Nina.As t
She began to imagine how grand her wedding with Nash would be. She envisioned herself as the happiest bride in the world. Just then, Miranda heard footsteps and assumed it was the helper. "You don't need to take care of things here. You can go," she called out.However, the footsteps did not stop. She frowned, growing impatient. "I said you don't need to..."As she looked up and saw who it was, her eyes widened in shock. She quickly removed the face mask and stood up straight. "Dad.""Miranda," the man said, his eyes smiling as he looked at her. "It's been a long time. You've grown into a fine young woman."Miranda stood up and ran to hug him. "Dad, you're finally out. I've missed you so much!"The man was in his fifties and slightly taller than Miranda. He was still looking strong and fit. Patting Miranda’s head affectionately, he said, "You've been through a lot these past few years." "It's nothing compared to what you've endured, Dad. Besides, I'm a star now. With the fam
For her, there was only one way out.---Nina had no idea how she survived the night. It was excruciatingly long and torturous. She lay on the sofa, wide awake the entire time. When she finally became fully alert, it was already the break of dawn.She was exhausted and feeling completely drained.Dragging her weary body to the bathroom, Nina washed her face and looked up, only to be startled by her reflection. She thought she was seeing a ghost. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face haggard and colorless, resembling someone gravely ill.She touched her face in disbelief, questioning how she had come to look like this. Was a broken heart enough to completely bring her down? Could she not live without Nash?The answer was no.Hadn't she already contemplated severing ties and divorcing him long ago? It just so happened that he initiated it this time. She had to move on and live a better life, a hundred times better than before.Nina made up her mind. One night of sadness
Her life was fortunate in many ways. She had a harmonious family and many people who cared about her. Her misfortune lay in her love life. Perhaps her life was too stable, and there had to be some turbulence, which manifested in her romantic failures.Her words made Wilfred laugh. He sat by her side, watching over her, his brown eyes exceptionally gentle. "You didn't exactly risk your life for me, but you did give me life," he said. He decided not to hide and face the truth with her. "You'll understand when you remember."He had saved her multiple times, and she believed he would not harm her, despite his complex identity. Now, the only person who stayed by her side was Wilfred."Do you have friends?" she asked."No.""None of you have friends?""I don't need friends," he replied."What about your parents?""I don't know who they are.""You must feel so lonely, without friends or family. Life must be dull," she said, suddenly feeling pity for him.Fate had not been enti
Wilfred's expression was complicated. If she knew what he had done, she would not say such things. He did not dare touch her hand, let alone tell her about the darker parts of his life.Wilfred did not refuse her this time, letting her hold his hand. They sat quietly for a long while. The beads in Nina's hand seemed to deepen in color, the red tint becoming more prominent. She noticed this and asked, "Are these beads changing color?"Wilfred's eyes darkened. "Are they?"Nina held the beads up to the sunlight, confirming the brightening red. "I thought the beads might darken over time from wear, but this red seems to be getting brighter. These are your beads, right? Haven't you noticed?"Wilfred instinctively clenched his wrist, then smiled. "Maybe they're fake. I never had them tested."Nina's gaze fixed on Wilfred. "Would you wear fake beads for so long? I'm not saying they're fake, just that it's strange to have blood inside them."She sniffed the beads. "They smell of
"It’s my first time," Wilfred said.Nina raised an eyebrow. "Not bad for a first attempt. Let's see if you have a natural talent."Half an hour later, Wilfred emerged from the kitchen. There was no smell of smoke, which meant he had not blown up the kitchen. But when he set the dishes on the table, Nina was taken aback.She stared at Wilfred in horror.Wilfred, sensing her confusion, calmly explained, "This is chicken heart, and this is chicken liver… both are internal organs. This part is the chicken breast, and the legs have the most tender meat..."Listening to Wilfred's descriptions felt like a lesson in anatomy rather than a meal. She could almost picture Wilfred performing a dissection on the chicken while cooking. Instead of feeling hungry, she felt nauseous.Seeing Nina not touching the food, Wilfred asked, "What's wrong? Does it not look appetizing? I tried to keep it all intact.""It's not that..." Nina replied. "You didn't have to keep it so intact. Do you have anythi