Chapter 1

1

After staying up all night working on the project, I felt a bit groggy when I knocked on Zack Davis' office door.

A deep male voice came from the inside. "Come in."

I opened the door to find Zack sitting at his desk, with his secretary Sherry Coleman standing behind him.

Sherry was a very attractive woman who had been with Zack since the company was founded.

Wherever Zack was, Sherry was sure to be there.

There were even rumors that Sherry was a canary in his gilded cage, while I was just a malicious woman, who was wanting Zack to repay me gratefully.

Even though Zack once claimed that I was his only Mrs. Davis.

"Zack, I've completed the cooperation proposal with Mr. Jameson. Take a look." I handed him the printed proposal.

But Zack didn't even look at it.

"Anna, you are Mrs. Davis, let Sherry handle these matters." He smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

After that, he handed the proposal I worked on all night to Sherry.

Sherry looked at me provocatively before smoothly tossing the proposal into the bin.

This was not the first time this had happened, to the point where I couldn't even feel a hint of anger anymore.

Zack disliked me interfering in company affairs. He said that I only needed to play the role of Mrs. Davis well since most of the company's business had been developed by me.

I held myself up and looked at him stubbornly. "Zack, aren't you going to take a look? I worked on it for two nights."

Zack stood up, slightly frowning. "Anna, I don't want to waste time on useless things."

Useless things. Was he talking about the proposal or about me?

But in the end, Zack never gave me the chance to speak.

He pulled me into his arms, resting his chin on the top of my head.

His voice came from above, soft and emotionless. "Alright, I'll celebrate your birthday with you tonight."

He was always like this.

I felt like I was drowning. Just when I was about to give up the struggle, Zack would pull me back. But once he was sure I was safe, he would let go of my hand without hesitation and watch indifferently as I sank deeper and deeper.

Yet I craved the warmth of his body, whether eight years ago or now.

In the end, I buried my face in his chest and said softly, "Okay."

2

I wore a ruby necklace and arrived at the restaurant an hour early.

This necklace was something Zack insisted on buying for me when he secured his first deal.

Even though the company was just starting and there was little funding, he stubbornly wanted to put the necklace around my neck.

Even after the financial crisis hit and he suffered a lot, he never once considered selling the necklace.