CHRISTIAN
Swirling the whisky glass, I gulped the remaining liquor and pushed it to the bartender, “refill, please.” I murmured.
The young, experienced bartender immediately proceeded with my demand as I turned to the bustling dance floor.
It's ten p.m., and I find myself in the embrace of the luxurious pub of the city, searching for a solace. However, I have yet to get anything at all.
Heartache seemingly became my non-replaceable ornament, adorning me with its grace, and headache was its unyielding companion.
Sigh— you have destroyed me for good, Veronica…
“Hey, handsome.” A beautiful brunette appeared beside me, batting her lashes and trying to enchant me with her charm, which didn't help either.
“Seems alone, or perhaps— severely lonely.” She smirked, sitting on the tool beside me.
I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. Even a stranger could see my distress, except her o
VERONICAOn the day of our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Christian's unforgettable ex-girlfriend appeared, with her bright and seductive aura that perhaps melted my husband's indifferent heart.I, being the third wheel in their lives, watched them having a romantic candlelight dinner, which had never happened in the five years of our married life.Far worse was that my four-year-old son Zeon was equally involved in this happy picture.Zeon had not been intimate with me for the last two years, yet now, he was joyfully smiling at his father's ex-lover when Celine tried to wipe the cream from the corner of his mouth. "Zeon, who do you like more? Mommy or me?" she asked."Aunt Celine!" my little boy replied cheerfully, without any hesitation.My heart bled at the reply as my fingers clenched the brown envelope in my hand; inside was the pregnancy report I had just received.My marriage with Christian was ordained by our grandparents when I was still a baby. As a result of the move
THREE YEARS LATERVERONICAThe unexpected call of the nurse disrupted my silence, "Doctor, please come to the ward 305. It's urgent!" So, I left my chair and visited the ward.In the ward, an elderly woman was shouting at an intern, Sophie — "Who gave you the authority to become a doctor?" she shouted at the young girl. "How dare you ignore me! I'll complain about you!""You're not understanding, ma'am. This is not..." The poor girl tried to explain but was cut off."Shut up! I won't let you go! I demand to see your supervisor!"I, frowning, stepped inside and approached the agitated patient who was causing a chaotic mess in the ward for all the stuff and other patients in the ward."May I inquire about the situation?" I interjected, drawing everyone's attention. Addressing the patient directly, I stated calmly but firmly, "Madam, this is a hospital; you need to calm down.""Who are you?" she barked, giving me the once-over.Maintaining my composure, I replied with a smile, "I am a se
VERONICAMy heart trembled violently as I inhaled a shaky breath. Was it my Zeon who was unwell? And Christian was also out there?A thunderbolt broke my thoughts, along with the man's voice that echoed in my ears, bringing back some painful memories: "Please, open the door, Doctor."This time, it was another voice, far deeper and more magnificent. Three years had passed, and his voice still made my heart pound.Although I had a strong desire not to see him, the mother inside me couldn't hold back the urge, and after swallowing the hard lump in my throat, I eventually opened the door, only to meet the same cold, penetrating gaze.Christian—I stared back at him, unlike those five years when I used to look away and said aversely, "Bring in the patient; I will attend to him."Christian, however, did not move. His icy blue gaze seemed glued to me. His face was void, his cold eyes unreadable.In three years, he had not changed at all. When he didn't move, I felt slightly annoyed. "If you
CHRISTIANI looked at my ex-wife, falling silent at Blake's words. She was still beautiful, only there was no longer the tenderness she once showed me.I remembered how she called Zeon "my son," as if he were not hers. At that moment, I couldn't help but be glad Zeon was asleep. He didn't need to know what a cruel person his mother was, though her leaving three years ago was proof enough."Can we spend the night here, Madam?" Assistant Blake asked, his voice begging."It's Dr. Granger," she corrected, and I scoffed.I could see she was hesitating, yet I couldn't understand what was troubling her while Zeon was still feverish. Did she really not care at all?Just when I was losing my patience, she finally nodded. "Well, you can stay. But only for a night. You have to make other arrangements tomorrow.""We have no wish to stay here either," I interrupted, anger raging in my chest. "If it weren't for this unusual nature, we wouldn't have troubled you.""Whatever!" She replied nonchalantl
CHRISTIANMy gaze was stuck on the scene… My now ex-wife was standing close to another man, leaning toward his phone and smiling brightly at his words as if he had promised her the nectar of eternity.My hands were clenched tightly, possibly leaving bruises; I don't recall her ever laughing so joyfully in our five years of marriage.She has a daughter. Now, this man—did she leave us for him? Who is he, father of her daughter? Did she truly remarry?A dull ache spread through my heart as I watched her joyful laughter. Upstairs, her own son is in need of care. That little one longs for his mother's attention, and she— my eyes welled up.Is he the man who was between us during our five years of marriage? For whom she could not become fully mine?Did she truly forget her own son and embrace her new life with her daughter and husband? Does Zeon mean nothing to her?My fists tightened. I've decided to leave immediately; I can't bear to watch Zeon suffer further heartbreak by interacting wit
VERONICA"Mom—" is simply a small word, but at that moment, the heaviness of the word filled me with indescribable warmth. I didn't realize that I had craved to be called "Mom" by him so badly.And that broke me. Tarnished me to the point that, even though it wasn't my fault, I despised myself for leaving him three years ago.Since yesterday, I had repeatedly stopped myself from showing affection to him in front of Christian, but at that point, the mother within me forced me to go near him, and I did."Hey..." I said, softly smiling at him as tears blurred my vision.Raising my hand, I touched his cheeks as he stared at me. His eyes were longing and teary. He slowly leaned into my touch. "M-Mom, yo-u came." His tone cracked.The way he looked at me felt as if he had longed for me just as I had for him. Did he really miss me in these three years? Did he call for me? Am I really meaningful to him?My heart bled involuntarily... "Y-es, I'm he-re..." My voice broke as well. I want to embr
VERONICAI was puzzled to see Assistant Blake holding his large figure, which now lay on the floor."Madam, please help!" His urgent tone brought me back to the present, and I hastened to his side.With the assistance of assistant, Blake, we gently escorted him to the guest room where his children were playing. Upon seeing us, Zeon quickly dismounted from the bed and helped Cadence as they approached their father."Papa!" His voice quivered with fear as he gazed at his father.Gently placing him on the bed, Blake began removing his shoes and loosening his clothing while I sat with my children. Cadence was frightened, though she didn't understand, and immediately hid in my chest as Zeon watched anxiously.I caressed his cheeks and softly reassured him, "Mom's a doctor; he will be alright." This slowly calmed his expression as he nodded.After reassuring the children, I returned to his side and asked for my medical kit from a servant. Upon examining him, I discovered he had a high fever
CHRISTIAN"Christian, you are not the man for me," she stated, her gaze unwavering. She was leaning against another man—the man with whom she shared joyful laughter."Ple-ease, Veronica," I pleaded. "D-don't leave m-e—"She laughed coldly, "In your dreams—" She looked up at the man and smiled radiantly, a smile that pierced my heart. "Let's go, darling," she murmured softly and departed."N-no! Veronica!" I attempted to follow her, but I was unable to; a powerful force held me back as I fell face-first. My hands reached out, "N-no!" My vision blurred as she slowly faded away...My eyes flew open as I bolted upright in bed. Sweat slipped through my pores as I panted hard from the cold, terrifying nightmare that had haunted me for the last five years.The only difference was that the man now had a face."Director, you're awake!" A shriek startled me as I saw Blake appear before me. "Thank God, it's a relief. I was quite worried!"A dull ache pulsed in my head as I massaged my temple and
CHRISTIANSwirling the whisky glass, I gulped the remaining liquor and pushed it to the bartender, “refill, please.” I murmured.The young, experienced bartender immediately proceeded with my demand as I turned to the bustling dance floor.It's ten p.m., and I find myself in the embrace of the luxurious pub of the city, searching for a solace. However, I have yet to get anything at all.Heartache seemingly became my non-replaceable ornament, adorning me with its grace, and headache was its unyielding companion.Sigh— you have destroyed me for good, Veronica…“Hey, handsome.” A beautiful brunette appeared beside me, batting her lashes and trying to enchant me with her charm, which didn't help either.“Seems alone, or perhaps— severely lonely.” She smirked, sitting on the tool beside me.I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. Even a stranger could see my distress, except her o
VERONICA“Are you trying to become a nun or what?” Rang Zaya's voice in my ears. I could feel her glaring at me even through the phone.A defeated sigh left my chest as I heard her rumbling…“Seriously though, Veronica, how can you do this? You are on break, aren't you? Still, you ran to the hospital this morning… Hold on, did you run away to avoid this date?” Her demanding tone resonated throughout my car.I swallowed the painful lump in my throat and spoke for the first time. “Zaya, can we dismiss this idea of dating for now? I-I am not just feeling it at this moment.” I muttered weakly.Zaya fell silent for a while, “Vero, what happened?” She inquired, her annoyed tone turned anxious.“I am fine.” I muttered. “I am just a little tired. I'll talk to you once I return home, okay? I am currently driving.”“Oh okay, drive safe.” Her voice
VERONICA“Don't ever think I will let this leave!” Diana hissed at Aunt Lucy. “I will make sure to take it back!” She sternly threatened Aunt Lucy as I stood in the distance and heard her harsh words.I don't understand what she is talking about, though, and since it involved Aunt Lucy, I intervened. Without hesitation, I stepped forward and cleared my throat.“What's happening here?” I asked; my voice paused both women, and their heads turned in my direction.Aunt Lucy frowned, and Diana, well, her eyes widened as if she had encountered a dead.“Veronica—” She muttered, her brows furrowed in confusion as a flicker of shock crossed her ivory gaze. “Wh-at are you doing here?”“This is her property. Of course, she will be here, unlike you.” Aunt Lucy snapped in my defence. “Now before I call the cops on you, leave!”“What did you say?”
VERONICA“Wasn't the man Christian Wolfe?” The first question William had asked after entering his exclusive room.I didn't expect the question, but then again, what was I thinking? My reaction was too profound after seeing him, which exposed my vulnerability to William.“Ye-eah…” I murmured and cleared my throat, “umm—shall I order your food here?” I asked, trying to ignore the topic.However, It's William Denstone I'm talking about, and I don't believe he'll cease his actions now, will he? He's never shied away from embarrassing me in the past, so why would he start now?“Why did you run away after seeing him, Veronica?” He inquired, settling onto the couch. His steely gaze bore into me, underscoring my helplessness once more.He is an important personality, and I can not ignore him… Yeah, how fortunate, Veronica. I scoffed inwardly.I bit down my lip and subtly avo
CHRISTIANThree years later, my heart is broken again. Reason—I dared to raise hope for the same woman who mercilessly shattered my heart three years prior.Will she ever understand me? I wondered. In fact, I know the answer already.— She won't. At least, the report before me strengthens that possibility.I looked down at the file that said, "William Denstone." It's the same man with whom I had seen her this morning. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat, shaking the image from my mind, or at least trying to.Yes, I did inquire about him. Perhaps because the scene had stirred an idea within me. A little, and I know perhaps it was foolish, yet it had sat over my chest like a thorn, so I had to.I prayed it was only my twisted mind, I really did, but in the end— my simple foolish doubt turned out to be the hardest truth of my life... William Denstone is her ex-lover, the man for whom she never gave me a chance with herself. She
VERONICAMy steps halted as I hurriedly turned and stepped around a corner, hoping they would pass without seeing me.However, they did not walk past; instead, they entered the canteen. Thankfully, they have not yet noticed me, as they are both engrossed in conversation.They paused near the counter, and the woman with Celine ordered a bowl of porridge before turning to Celine. From my vantage point, I could only see her face, but I could hear their conversation clear enough."Stop wiping for that useless man Celine, he is not worth your tears!" The woman sounded frustrated.Oh, is she crying? I blinked, trying to see Celine's face, but in vain. Who is she crying for, though? I wondered in my head."Oh, please don't say that, Emily," Celine said, her voice trembling. "Christian isn't what you think; he loves me very much. It's just—""Just gotten whipped by his ex-wife. Are you going to say that to me now?" That woman, Emily, re
VERONICAI quickly exited the elevator that opened onto the exclusive VIP floor of the 'City Heart's' building. This morning, Dr. Hurt's call caused me to rush to the hospital.From what I understand, William's behaviour appears uncooperative. He has again refused surgery and has not responded to attempts to help him. He is also not adhering to his medication regimen, which is unfortunately detrimental to his health.Though I am unsure why my presence is required, Dr. Hurt's concerning tone and urgent request compelled me to come. He sounded quite weary. Knowing William, I suspect he may be rather obstinate.Approaching his room, I observed Dr. Hurt and William's assistant standing outside. Their faces appeared sombre and strained."Dr. Hurt," I greeted, approaching him."Ah, Veronica, I am so relieved you've arrived." He sighed, appearing relieved by my presence. His usual professional demeanour seemed less pronounced, perhaps due to stress
CHRISTIANI frowned at Celine's unexpected arrival. "What are you doing here?" I inquired suspiciously.Despite my evident displeasure, she approached me hastily, her hands on my arms as she examined me with palpable anxiety. "I was so worried about you, Christian!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling. "I couldn't sleep all night, thinking of you!"I glared at her, about to push her hand away when she clutched her nails on my shirt and whispered, "Do you not want Denstones's land?" A threatening look flashed in her eyes that immediately made me pause.Approaching me, she closed the distance, inquiring solicitously, "Are you alright, my dear?" Her hand gently touched my cheeks.I briefly observed the children; they appeared surprised and bewildered. Cadence, due to her age, remained oblivious to the unfolding events, but Zeon's evident displeasure and disappointment deeply affected me, yet I feel quite helpless in this situation."I am well,"
CHRISTIANHer appearance was strikingly beautiful, reminiscent of the Veronica I recall—shy, blushing, and above all, innocent.I couldn't help my gaze lingering over her body, completely bare and sensitive under that flimsy robe. Just the thought of it tightened my body beyond limits.I swallowed the desire that was stirring within me like a storm and suppressed my intention to pounce on her again. Can you blame me, though? She's the woman I love. Even after everything that happened between us, I never stopped loving her. And when I realized she hadn't remarried and found her in my arms, I couldn't resist.And I devoured her, the way I have always wanted. I didn't hold back last night, and perhaps I couldn't either. Something within me just unleashed the inner beast I was keeping to myself.Her scent, her closeness, her delicate figure, her soft, smooth skin, her moans, everything had me spellbound last night, and I just lost myself. It may