NightAfter a night of passion, Phoebe lay exhausted, limp on the bed, drifting into a deep sleep. She slept soundly, unaware that this would be their final night together.When morning came, he would no longer be hers, and she would have to face a harsh, painful reality.Alexander rose from the bed, lighting a cigarette with a restless sigh, his brows furrowing in frustration.He dreaded the morning.What would he say to her when the sun rose?Should he tell her the truth—that the woman he loved had returned?Even he felt the cruelty of it.Out of selfishness, he had elevated Phoebe to a world of bliss, knowing full well that when she fell, she would be shattered beyond repair.Her radiant smile from yesterday lingered vividly in his mind—a smile as brilliant as summer blooms, filled with happiness and contentment. A smile she might never wear again.He flicked the cigarette aside. No matter how she felt about it, she would have to face the truth.Call him cruel, call him a scoundrel
A Five-Million Settlement.A Villa.No more entanglements.If it weren't for the divorce agreement in her hand, Phoebe would have forgotten that, legally speaking, they were already supposed to be husband and wife.Morning sunlight streamed softly through the glass windows, warming the windowsill and casting a glow over Phoebe's pale face.A faint smile tugged at her lips—a lie she told herself. Pretending to be oblivious, she asked quietly, "What is this?""If there's anything else you need, just let me know. Otherwise, sign it."He couldn't look her in the eye, too afraid his resolve would crumble, too terrified of seeing the accusations, the hurt, the despair, and the fear swirling in her gaze.Phoebe swallowed the lump rising in her throat, her voice thick with grief. "Why?"Weren't they doing fine?Why was this happening?It was so sudden, too abrupt—she hadn't been prepared.Everything was falling apart, all at once.She didn't want to believe it."..." He didn't answer.Perhaps
Alexander stormed out of the resort, his expression dark and brooding. Without hesitation, he strode to the car parked at the entrance, yanked open the door, and got in with fluid, decisive movements.Moments later, the engine roared to life, and he sped down the road, racing toward another city.He had planned everything meticulously before leaving. His subordinates and lawyers knew their roles and awaited his instructions, giving him full confidence that nothing could go wrong.In his mind, all that remained was for Phoebe to obediently sign the documents.Once that was done, his men would safely escort her away, and their paths would never cross again.Outside the car, the scenery blurred like a kaleidoscope of flashing lights, but he paid it no heed. He should have felt relieved, even liberated, at the prospect of cutting ties with her.Yet, a heavy weight pressed against his chest, an oppressive stone that made it hard to breathe.The suffocating feeling was like storm clouds blo
Phoebe bolted out of the resort—a place meant to be a paradise of joy—like a wounded animal in a panic, her entire being battered and broken.She wandered aimlessly through the streets, her disheveled hair flying wildly, her clothes in disarray. She looked like a lost and lonely spirit, drifting without purpose. One thought consumed her mind: she had to find him.Her thoughts were muddled, her steps unsteady, but sheer determination drove her forward. She hitched rides from countless strangers, traversing a maze of winding roads.After what felt like an eternity of struggle, she finally arrived at the villa.Phoebe paid no mind to her disheveled appearance.Her heart and mind focused solely on one question: Is he here? If not, she resolved to head straight to his company. Even if it meant expending her last ounce of strength, she had to see him.As she stood there, anxious and on edge, a car she knew all too well came into view.Instinctively, Phoebe opened her mouth to call his name,
Phoebe wandered aimlessly through the streets all night, her eyes dazed as if searching for a path she couldn't find. She held back her tears, repeating to herself over and over:She wouldn't love him anymore. She would forget him completely.Suddenly, the sky opened up with a torrential downpour. Thunder and lightning crashed above, shaking the heavens with terrifying force.Phoebe ran wildly through the rain, the icy water soaking her to the bone. Her shoes squished with every step, filled with water, making her feel cold and sticky. Ignoring her miserable state, she pushed herself faster.Before long, she found herself outside Gavin's villa, drenched from head to toe. She curled up on the cold, wet pavement, her soaked hair dripping continuously as her petite frame trembled from the chill. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to knock.She had been sitting there for a while. She had tried multiple times to gather the courage, but her hands refused to obey.A sudden beam of light pierced
The sound of splashing water filled the room as Phoebe's body trembled uncontrollably.In the next second, her bare skin pressed intimately against his.Her body instinctively curled up. She didn't push him away but clenched her fists tightly. His firm chest crushed against her soft form with intense pressure.Her delicate lashes quivered as fear coursed through her, but she refused to run. To flee now would mean she would never be able to forget Alexander.She couldn't allow that.He didn't love her—why should she guard her heart and body for him?"I'll give you one last chance to say no." His voice, hoarse and hurried, betrayed his struggle to maintain control. His breathing grew ragged, matching the tension in the air.She shook her head, suddenly wrapping her arms around his waist. "I won't regret it."Her action made him exhale in relief.Gavin scooped her up, his powerful legs stepping out of the tub with ease. His dark gaze roamed her pale skin, growing heavy with desire. He to
Gavin emerged from the room and sank onto the sofa in the living room, a glass of red wine in his hand.The alcohol did little to calm the fire surging through him—in fact, it only made it burn stronger.There was no way he could sleep in his own room tonight. Not if he wanted to keep his control intact.The potent effects of the wine coursed through his veins, filling him with a restless heat that made his skin prickle with discomfort. He silently cursed his own restraint. Why had he let his prey escape when it had willingly walked into his trap?He should have claimed that woman. It would have driven Alexander mad with jealousy and regret—that was the kind of torment Gavin craved.But even with hatred running so deep, some invisible force always stopped him from dragging that poor, unfortunate woman down with him.His long fingers gripped the glass as he sipped more of the dark liquid.In the middle of the night, Laura woke up parched, her throat dry. Groggy with sleep, she fumbled
The next morning.Phoebe woke up with puffy, swollen eyes, glancing around groggily until her surroundings came into focus. She recognized the room—Gavin's room—and the events of the previous night flooded her mind. Her face flushed with heat as she remembered her reckless actions.She had been impulsive. Fortunately, nothing had truly happened.If something had, she would have hated herself forever.In that moment, a wave of gratitude toward Gavin washed over her. Otherwise...But now, she wasn't sure how to face him."Awake?"A deep, magnetic voice broke the silence, startling her. Phoebe looked up to see Gavin walking in, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets, and his expression held its signature blend of arrogance and charm.Embarrassed, Phoebe's heart raced as she remembered her rashness the night before. All she wanted now was to avoid him.She had hoped to slip away unnoticed, but here she was, caught in the act."Why didn
Phoebe lay still, listening to the fading sound of footsteps outside her door. It felt like someone had ripped open her chest. He actually left just like that?Tears soaked half her pillow. She stared into the darkness until dawn. In the mirror, her face was pale, with dark shadows under her eyes. Just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, she felt it—his presence on the other side.Alexander was still wearing yesterday's wrinkled dress shirt. His bloodshot eyes said everything: he hadn't slept a minute. He'd been sitting outside her door all night."Phoebe..." His voice was barely more than a rasp.She recoiled as if burned, brushing past him with her head down—but he grabbed her wrist. His palm was so warm it made her tremble."Let go," she said, her voice like ice.Instead, he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head. "What will it take for you to forgive me?"Phoebe fought to break free, her nails leaving red streaks on his arm. "Don't pretend," she choked out, tears
After hanging up, Phoebe immediately turned off her phone. She sniffled, her nose sore from holding back tears. As she looked at her two sleepy children nestled in her arms, her eyes turned red again. Biting her lower lip, she forced down the wave of emotions and held them a little tighter."We're going home." Her voice was hoarse.Jeremy and Amy lifted their heads sleepily and shook them in unison."Mommy, aren't we waiting for Uncle?""No." Phoebe avoided their hopeful eyes.The children's shoulders slumped as they looked down."But Uncle promised to take us out for ice cream..." Jeremy mumbled.A cold wind swept across the empty office building entrance. Phoebe looked at their disappointed little faces, her chest tightening."What do you want to eat? Mommy will make it when we get home.""I'm not hungry," Amy said, burying her face in Phoebe's neck."Me neither," Jeremy echoed, though he kept glancing around. "Maybe Uncle's on his way. Can we wait just five more minutes?"Phoebe's
The office clock struck five. For the third time, Phoebe glanced down the empty hallway.She clutched her phone, scrolling through her contacts again and again. Five missed calls, no one in the office, and his phone still lying quietly in the drawer—where on earth had he gone?Her reflection in the glass window revealed a furrowed brow. They had clearly agreed to leave at four. Even if something urgent came up, he should've at least found a way to let her know.When the six o'clock dismissal bell rang, Phoebe finally grabbed her bag. In the rearview mirror, the neon sign of the kindergarten glowed vividly against the twilight.The car phone suddenly rang. The unfamiliar number made her hand tremble slightly."Phoebe."That familiar voice made her heart settle—only to twist a moment later. "You're at the hospital? Are you hurt?""It's Hermosa. Acute appendicitis,"he said, hospital announcements echoing faintly in the
The morning passed in a slow, steady rhythm, the hours slipping by almost unnoticed.By the time Phoebe returned to the office after lunch, the clock on the wall pointed to half past two.Alexander's lingering kiss still burned on her lips, leaving her ears warm and flushed. She instinctively smoothed her slightly tousled hair, and when her fingers brushed against her heated earlobe, a soft smile tugged at her lips.In the break room, the moment the hot water hit the tea leaves, a delicate fragrance wafted through the air.Phoebe cupped the warm mug in her hands, and through the rising steam, she could almost see him again—his fingers laced tightly with hers, confidently leading her through the office in full view of everyone.He never hid their relationship. That unabashed affection of his… it made even her tea taste sweet.When only a few unfurled leaves remained at the bottom of her cup, Phoebe rubbed her slightly sore eyes.
The next morning."Mom, are we going to Grandma and Grandpa's tonight?" Amy clung to the edge of the table, her eyes sparkling with excitement.Phoebe nearly dropped the plate in her hand. "Hmm?" She was sure she hadn't said anything about that to the kids."Uncle said so," Amy replied confidently, swinging her legs under the chair.Phoebe glanced out the window at the man polishing the car in the driveway. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around the plate. She'd thought he was just talking offhandedly—but he actually meant it? A wave of warmth rose in her chest, only to be washed over by a ripple of unease. Would her parents even be friendly to him? Her mother hadn't said much during their last phone call, but the sigh she'd heard through the receiver still echoed in her ears."Mom?" Amy tugged at her sleeve.Phoebe crouched down and gently smoothed her daughter's crooked collar. "Of course we're going.""Yay!" Jeremy jumped up from his chair with a loud clatter of utensils. "I ha
Alexander's deep voice rumbled against her ear, and Phoebe could no longer hold back the tears welling in her eyes. Warm drops slid down her cheeks as she stood on tiptoe and clung tightly to his neck, burying her tear-streaked face into the crook of his shoulder. Her slender shoulders trembled uncontrollably.Those three words were far too heavy—so heavy, they made her chest ache.He immediately wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back with the flat of his palm. Suddenly, Phoebe clenched her fists and began pounding his chest, each hit harder than the last."You bastard..." she sobbed into his shoulder. "You've made me cry so many times..."Yet even so, hearing his confession now, all those scars seemed to vanish into insignificance. Love was ridiculous like that—no matter how deeply wounded, the heart still surrendered without hesitation."Say it again," she whispered, lifting her tear-soaked face, her nose bright red.Alexander chuckled lowly and brushed her damp cheek
"Mom, you don't have a boyfriend, and Uncle is such a good guy. Can't he be your boyfriend? Can't he be our dad?""Yeah, Mom, just think about it!"Phoebe kept her expression neutral. This wasn't something that could be decided so easily.She wasn't about to let him off that easily. Especially after what Hermosa said earlier… What exactly did she mean by those words? And that look of surprise on her face—what was that about?Every time she thought about it, a heavy pressure settled on her chest. It felt like they were hiding something from her.She told herself not to overthink it. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the wild guesses running through her mind.Maybe... maybe it was time to ask.And he owed her a real explanation."Mom?"Her thoughts snapped back to the present. The kids were looking up at her with hopeful eyes. They really cared about her love life, it seemed. And clearly, they liked Alexander a lot.Of course she knew what they were trying to do. But a
Phoebe's fingertips trembled slightly as she stared blankly at Hermosa's pale face. That name always pricked at her memory like a needle—Melissa's curly hair, the unopened photo frame in Alexander's study—all flashing before her eyes now."What a coincidence. Running into you here," Hermosa said, her face still drained of color.Phoebe forced a smile. "Yeah, what a... coincidence."She quickly added, "What are you doing here?""My stomach was acting up, so I came to get something for it. You?""Oh, me? I..." Phoebe's throat tightened. Instinctively, she crushed the box of birth control pills hidden behind her back. She only realized where Hermosa's gaze had landed when it was too late. Embarrassed, she moved her hand behind her again. "I was just buying... medicine."As Hermosa turned to leave, the hem of her trench coat brushed past Phoebe's wrist, sending a chill straight to her bones. Hermosa suddenly paused. Under the harsh fluorescent lights, her profile looked almost transparent
When Alexander stepped into the bathroom, he found Phoebe resting peacefully in the bathtub, eyes closed. A soft flush still lingered on her cheeks, a trace of pleasure not yet fully faded. Her face looked like a ripe peach, pink and dewy, waiting to be picked.He walked over quietly. She must have heard him—her thick lashes fluttered as if she wanted to open her eyes. But she was too exhausted, not even a finger moved.Alexander chuckled softly, gazing at her delicate face. He'd really worn her out today.He reached down and gently stroked her silky cheek. He'd intended to call her for dinner, but looking at her now, sleep seemed more fitting.Scooping her out of the water, her smooth skin against him made his body stir again—but he held himself back.He dried her carefully, then laid her on the bed. The marks he'd left on her body filled him with a certain pride, but as he inspected the swollen red tenderness between her thighs, a pang of guilt twisted in his chest. He'd been a litt