Elvie was shivering in the rain, and her mind was nowhere near sane. She was hurt, betrayed, and alone. But then she realised there was something in the rain that made her forget who she was—that she was nothing more than her husband's enemy. And, yes, her best friend was right; it was difficult to be a wife willing to sacrifice her heart for a husband who doesn't love her back.
A few minutes later, she arrived at Stanton’s mansion.
Elvie knocked on her husband’s door. "Zander!"
"What the hell do you want?" His irritated voice came as he opened the door.
Elvie sighed. "I've been married to you for a year, but we've never really been a couple."
"So?"
"I'll sign the divorce papers; you and your lover may proceed with your affair by calling it quits on our marriage."
Zander frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You're free to go. You can marry her. But for now, could y-you um, make love to me?"
"What?"
"This is my last and only request; please make up for my love for you throughout the year."
"Are you out of your mind?"
Elvie knew it was a heinous act, but she had loved him for far too long. She had suffered immensely over the years, and now all she needed was some solace. "This is my only request before I'll sign the divorce—"
"Elvie, how dare you! Are you losing your mind?" Zander Stanton’s jaw gritted as his rage erupted. His beautiful face was as dark as thunder as he watched her.
"You love Kristal, right? Then do this to me before I'll let you go. That's the only thing I ask—"
The heat in Zander’s eyes scorched her, captivated her, and held her spellbound, but she knew there was hatred too.
"You're really out of your mind, Elvie."
Before she could blink, he hauled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
The kiss they’d shared at the wedding day had been exploratory, tender, and achingly poignant. Yet there was nothing remotely sweet or gentle about his mouth crushing hers now. He was punishing her. But then, a few seconds later, their lips clashed in a frantic, hungry union—a fusion of tongues, a meshing of desire—that left her reeling.
She should have been immune to him by now. She should’ve pushed him away and laughed it off as a quick reacquainting peck between arranged husband and wife for old times’ sake.
Should’ve, should’ve, as she stood on tiptoes, leaned into him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on as if her life depended on it.
As Zander softened the kiss, plying her with the skilled precision he’d always had, her resolve to push him away melted, just as it had one year earlier when she’d acted on all the bottled-up feelings she’d harboured for him for years.
So what the heck was she doing, kissing him like this? Asking him to make love to her?
As her belated common sense kicked in, Zander broke the kiss, untangling her hands from behind his neck and setting them firmly at her side before glaring at her, as if she’d been the one to instigate their clinch in the first place.
"Don’t expect me to be sorry for that," he said, running a hand through his wavy hair, sending it in all directions.
Elvie pressed her hands to her flushed cheeks as Zander stepped away. Never leaving his eyes on her.
The woman was a menace. He thought to himself. In less than a few seconds, she’d managed to unbalance him, unhinge him, and undermine him. How could she demand he sleep with her? Was she that desperate?
"I gave up expecting anything from you a long time ago." Elvie shrugged, aiming for nonchalance while her insides churned, and ran a finger along her bottom lip, wondering if it looked as bruised as it felt.
He’d kissed her, and she liked it! So much for the cold ice. She looked as if her hard-fought, emotion-free veneer had melted the minute he’d lip-locked her.
"F*ck!" Zander muttered a curse and turned away from Elvie before he made another blunder and hauled her right back into his arms.
She felt good—better than he remembered, and he had a damn good memory when it came to this woman. But his hatred was more pronounced than the little voice in his head.
She’d never been the one for him. Zander loathed her. He loathed her family for arranging a marriage he never wanted.
Elvie sighed. She’d had no choice, but a day hadn’t gone by when she hadn’t replayed memories of the man who’d captured her heart without trying. Here she was, just as stupid as she remembered. "I—I'll take a shower, and I'll be b-back," she muttered and left his room immediately. God, what was she doing? Was she this desperate? But that didn’t excuse her eager response, right? Nor did the total and utter meltdown she’d experienced the second his lips touched hers again. As for that kiss, not only had Elvie stood there and let him do it, she’d responded! Like a woman who hadn’t been kissed in a very long time. Which, in all honesty, was probably true considering he’d been so focused on making her life miserable.
Yes. This was her last card. She would make Zander hers for tonight. Just for tonight.
*****
Elvie awoke bitter the next morning, her heart heavy, wanting nothing more than to mourn over her stupidity. Yes, they made love; too many times and it may have been a show for Zander, but it was real for her. She would remember that moment for the rest of her life.
"I'll set you free, Zander. We'll be going our own ways starting today." She sighed, "We're not going to see each other anymore," Elvie muttered. She examined his bare body beneath the silky sheet. She promised never to return. Never to see him. She winced and signed the divorce papers beside his bed. "You are free now, my love." Elvie withdrew her gaze and walked away. As she stepped out of the Stanton mansion, her heart was filled with regret and despair.
Elvie has been in love with Zander for years. It was naive, but she couldn't stop herself. After all, people become crazy when they’re in love. She had an infatuation with him from her childhood through her university days, since her brother was Zander’s closest friend and her greatest goal was to be married to him one day.
Zander, on the other hand, detested her from the minute she married into his family.
His grandma was gravely ill at the time and wanted Zander to marry someone before she passed away. As fate would have it, she was chosen as Zander's wife and her selfish parents agreed to the marriage right away.
Well, her dreams came true, but it was not all rainbows and sunshine. Very far from it.
Zander ignored her; he never even talked to her.
She could still remember how excited she was as she awaited her wedding night. She wore her sexiest and most alluring nighties, but when Zander showed up, he was drunk and had a disgusted expression on his face.
"What are you doing here? This is my room."
"But—"
"You have your own room, Elvie."
"Zander, we are married. We—"
"Elvie, I'd like you to know that the only person I want to marry is Kristal, understood? She was the one I loved."
Elvie stood dumbfounded at his hurtful words.
"I had no desire to marry you! I hate you. Only Kristal is suitable to be my wife. You're not good enough for me," he asserted emphatically. "I despise you because you are exactly like your parents: selfish and ambitious. I hate you!"
She bit her lips and tried to control her tears. She knew and understood that Zander was under no obligation to love her; after all, their marriages were arranged, and she knew he never loved her. But then she clung to the notion that he would eventually warm up to her. Someday.
By then, she had tried her hardest to be a decent and caring wife in the last year of their marriage.
Elvie's devotion to Zander was an unwavering testament to her boundless love. Every day, she meticulously prepares a warm, home-cooked meal, ensuring that he returns to a haven of comfort and nourishment. Regardless of the hour, her heart remains at ease only after his safe return. Yes, it was stupid of her to wait and hope that maybe someday he’d learn to like her back. But he never did. And her unrelenting dedication was clear in Zander's restful slumber that followed, yet he never once thanked her or even looked at her.
If Zander overindulged at social occasions, it was Elvie who catered to him with exceptional care, never relinquishing her duty even in those vulnerable moments. She never asked for anything in return. Whenever he was unwell or sick, her care outweighed all others, her devotion and compassion providing a daily reminder of her love. But it was all in vain.
Nonetheless, he never loved her and never would. She knew for sure that a harsh reality remained: Zander's heart had never truly embraced the love she offered, and the future held no promise of change. This painful truth was etched in her mind for months—a heavy burden she carried silently.
In fact, their anniversary was the day before yesterday, but Zander was away with Kristal. He's forgotten her and ignored her too many times to count. And she couldn't take it anymore. She was done.
Elvie realised then that her one-sided love would never be reciprocated. It was time to end her foolishness. It was time to give up. It's time to let him go. To set him free.
She would never make Zander fall for her since his heart belonged to another woman. That was the hardest truth.
As a result, Elvie made the decision to give up.
"Goodbye Zander."
*****
Six hours later, Zander awoke.
After getting up, the first thing he wanted to do was talk.
Talk about how wrong he was and how regretful he was for what happened to them.
How could he give in to her enticement? How could he answer the door when she knocked a few minutes earlier after punishing her with a kiss he never imagined could be so amazing?
How could he be so naive?
And damn him for remembering it so vividly.
When he opened the door last night. He decided to tell her to get the hell out of his room, but when he saw her in her amazing red nighties, he was a goner. He thought he could ignore her, but he couldn't when Elvie bit her lips. Her eyes were shy and unsure, but she stepped into his room slowly. So he pulled off his shoes and slid over her, pressing his body against every inch of hers. Their lips were near, but he hadn't kissed her.
"Forget everything tonight, Zander. Tonight I am yours!" she exclaimed before biting her lips again. Nerves. So she wasn't as sure of herself as she said.
How cute, Zander thought to himself.
"Okay, let's forget everything; tonight it's just the two of us," he said with a lustful gaze. Elvie raised her head and smiled at him.
"Is that a very hard, huge rock in your pocket, or are you really just thrilled to kiss me?" she asked quietly.
He almost burst out laughing. "I'm just..." He moved his mouth a quarter inch closer to hers. "Well, I'm just... thrilled... to..." His mouth was hovering directly over hers, so near that he could feel her breath on his face. "See... you with this beautiful nightdress," he moaned, then brought his lips to hers and claimed her mouth in his.
Again, it tasted as good as it looked. The pink gloss had a caramel smell to it. Spicy and hot. Sweet and sticky. He kissed her, and the warmth of her body pressing against his was so intense that he couldn't think properly. He shouldn't have done this, but he was lost to her beauty, to her warmth, and to her sweetness.
Just for tonight, he thought to himself.
Elvie kissed him back with passion, rubbing her body slowly and sensually against his.
"God, you tasted so sweet," he whispered between kisses and a small thrust on her lower body, which earned Elvie a small moan.
Zander carried her to the bed as he seized the kiss from her and didn't even give her the opportunity to breathe before moving on to the next. His hands began to wander. He had to brush up against her breasts. Those breasts had bothered him from the first time he saw them, when she flashed him while dancing. He'd imagined how it would feel to touch and taste them.
His fingers slipped to the clasp at the back of her bra as he went on kissing her. It was open in seconds. He then glided his fingers around to her front, up and beneath the red satin.
"Ahhhh! Zander!" Elvie moaned his name.
He grasped her breast and teased the stiff nipple with his thumb and fingertip, causing her to whimper beneath his tongue. He broke their kiss and went down her body, seizing that firm nipple in his mouth and tugging hard.
When he took her nipple into his mouth, Elvie almost shot up off the couch.
She was in big trouble. This man could get more mileage out of a kiss than most men could out of an entire night. Those first two long, slow kisses had almost rendered her totally immobile. Soft. Pliable. Willing. Wanting.
It was then that Zander shook his head as he tried to forget what happened last night. "Damn that woman!"
He was a businessman who could make anyone bow with words, but when it came to his wife, he became stupid.
He was the CEO of Stanton Inc. for a reason; he was the best of the shareholders, known for his expertise and competitiveness. He was Zeus. The one and only.
No one in business could compete with him. As a result, he had never fallen into someone else's trap.
"What a bitch!" he murmured to himself, wondering why he was so angry. Pondering whether he was furious with his wife or with himself for wanting her back to his bed.
He never expected to fall into that woman's trap. How could she trick him into sleeping with her? What an insult. Such.... "Damn it!" he thought to himself. Simmering with frustration, he looked around the room but couldn't find her. Then he paused as he noticed the document on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye.
"What the f*ck—?" As he took up the document with the words. Zander's brow wrinkled. "Damn it! She was serious."
His gaze narrowed dangerously.
She first used that heinous tactic to compel me to spend the night with her, and now she wants a divorce? What the fuck is wrong with her? He thought to himself.Zander refused to think that Elvie truly wanted to divorce him. That would never be done by a selfish woman who wanted nothing but his money.
He sprang up, pulled on his clothes, and marched downstairs angrily. "Where is my wife?" He inquired of the maid.
The old lady, taken aback, said quickly, "Sir, um—Elvie departed home with her stuff earlier. She told us to—I mean, she said her goodbyes to all—"
"What?!" Zander came to a halt in his tracks when he heard it.
Five years later. Zander Stanton had heard a lot of lies in his life, particularly about his gorgeous, wicked, missing ex-wife, who had left him five years before. But this one took the cake. "That's impossible!" he exclaimed as he stared at the doctor. "She's lying. She's tricked me yet again with her elaborate scheme. She—" "I assure you, Mr. Stanton, it's real she really has no memory," said Dr. Bill solemnly. "Your ex-wife has no memory—not of you, not of me, and not even of her accident the day before." "Because she's a liar!" "It's real, sir. However, she was wearing a seat belt when her head hit the airbag," Dr. Bill explained further. "There is no concussion, but unfortunately—" With a frown on his face, Zander looked at the old man. He was known as a doctor of great talent and honesty. He was affluent as a result of a lifetime of servicing wealthy, aristocratic patients, and he couldn't be purchased. He was renowned as a family guy, still in love with his wife of 45 year
Elvie was vaguely aware of a murmur of voices and the faint hum of the heating system around her. Someone—was it the nurse? or the old doctor? She inhaled the sweet aroma of rain, ocean, and silky fabric. But she refused to open her eyes. Her head ached so badly that all she wanted to do was close her eyes and cry. She didn't want to get out of bed. She didn't want to leave the darkness and tranquility of sleep, the warmth of scarcely remembered dreams that still held her like a tight embrace. She didn't want to return to existence's void, where she had no memories. No identity. Nothing to hold on to. It was nothingness, far greater than any suffering. And then the doctor told her a few hours ago that she had a four-year-old daughter. She couldn’t remember conceiving the child. Couldn’t even remember the face of her baby’s father. But she will meet him today. He would be here in a minute. She thought to herself. Elvie clenched her eyes tight, covering her head with the pillow. She
Zander hesitated with a little scowl on his brow. He appeared to choose his words carefully when he talked. "I was in Los Angeles acquiring a new company, believe me," he continued, "I never wanted to be so far away from you." "Okay." Elvie had the impression that he was keeping something from her. Was it her own bewilderment playing games with her? In this foggy, empty world, she couldn't trust anything, not even her own thinking! "I miss you, dear. And yes, you are so beautiful," he remarked as he cupped her face. He breathed quickly. "I almost feared I'd never see your face again." What the hell was wrong with him? She thought. "You mean when you heard about the accident? Were you concerned about me?" she said quietly. She licked her lips when he didn't respond. She took a deep breath and voiced the question that had been bothering her. "Because we love and care about each other? " He took a big breath, and his jaw clenched. "Yes. My late grandma arranged for us to marry five
Elvie Carlton was a deadly habit he'd finally broken—and he planned to keep it that way. "Very well," he grumbled, turning to face her. "We'll come back next time with our daughter, okay?" Her gorgeous face lit up. She looked fresh without makeup and with her hair pulled back into a casual ponytail. She looked to be significantly younger than his own age, just old enough for college. "Thank you," she responded cheerfully. Thank you. Another term from her that he'd never heard before Yes, in a year while they were married, they seldom communicated with each other, and it would often take a week for a single Yes or No to come from the two of them, even after she had done everything she could to win him. But now? Was she always this polite? So innocent? So...pure? So sweet? Was he really this bad? He sighed as his chauffeur drove effortlessly through the city, turning right to the airport, Zander looked away, resting back in the dark leather seat. They landed in Scotland two hou
Marry me? Again? Why? Yes, Elvie thought dazedly as she gazed up at his beautiful face. His heat burned her, tracing down her neck to her breasts and lower still, his powerful, rough hands against the tenderness of her skin. How could a man be so macho, so beautiful, and so powerful all at once? Zander was everything her ripped, hollow, terrified soul had desired. He would stand up for her. He love her and he would complete her life. Yes! She would make him hers. But even as the words rose to her lips, something stopped her. Something she couldn’t understand made her pull her face away from his touch. "Marry you again, why?" she whispered. She searched his dark eyes, her heartbeat quickening in her chest. "I don’t even know you." He blinked. Elvie saw that he was surprised. Then his eyebrows lowered into a frown. "Dear, you knew me well enough to conceive my child." She swallowed. "But I can’t remember you. It wouldn’t be fair to take you as my husband. It wouldn’t be right."
"I'm so cruel! I'm so—so bad. I can’t remember. I can't—" Crossing the bedroom in four long strides, Zander took her by the shoulders. "Elvie, listen to me, okay? Don't blame yourself. You will get your memory back eventually." "It’s not just the past; it's me. It's what happened. Why did I marry you? Why did we fight? Why did I bring our child with me then totally forget her? I'm cruel, I'm so—" she whispered. "Why would you want to be with a person like me? Without substance, without heart? A bad mother?" Zander remained silent. "And now it’s all too late," she said over the lump in her throat. "I’ve lost her. I have no home. I'm a bad mother. Oh God!" "Your home is with me, and trust me, you are a good mother, okay?" he said in a low voice. She looked up at him. The sunlight from the tall windows gently caressed his face, illuminating floating dust motes like tiny stars all around them in the bedroom. "Let me show you." He touched her bare arms carefully, his fingertips glidi
The next few hours were shared with hearty meals, but as Elvie knew, it was all for show because there were still unknown borders between them. And though Zander mentioned having an online meeting in his own private office, her heart began to beat faster than anticipated when he appeared in her room. "Is your meeting done?" Elvie asked, forcing a smile. Zander sighed. "Yeah, the meeting went well." "Okay, but I wasn’t talking about that meeting." Elvie frowned. "Is anything wrong?""Nothing," he said, then realising what she’d seen from his face, he relented. "I’ve got a bit of a headache, that’s all." She raised a brow and said, "Have some medicine and coffee, okay?" "Yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. By the way, Elvie, my butler is not well." "Oh! Um, so you need something?" Elvie blinked, reaching for the phone. "Do you want me to ring the agency and arrange a replacement?" He frowned and thought the Elvie he knew before would do the same. "I’ll survive for a day without Juan," Zand
The driver buzzed, and he picked up his briefcase. "Don’t bother doing something here, okay? Sleep, rest, and enjoy the garden, and don't worry about the wedding," he said. "If you need to do something, do it from here in my room or in your room, and then finish up for the day." He frowned at her pale face. "Actually, go shopping." "I’ve got a full schedule tomorrow with the doctor. I mean, an online meeting with a psychiatrist, Zander." "Cancel it—my orders." Zander shrugged. "Go shopping and buy whatever you like and catch up on some sleep. I’ll see you on Monday." And as always, he left his room as easily as he left a hotel room—just turned and walked out of the door without a second thought. From the balcony, Elvie saw him frown as he handed his driver his bag. Elvie’s voice reached him. "Have a safe trip, Zander." He looked up over his shoulder and saw a throwaway comment, a rushed farewell, on the tip of his tongue, and in that moment he tasted it. Take care, Elvie! But he