My relationship with Esther hadn't improved.She was trying hard. She came to see me immediately after my accident, accompanied me for lunch while I worked, and today she even took me to that restaurant full of our memories... For any normal man, she would be the perfect wife candidate.But I just couldn't bring myself to give in.It was like the protagonist in "The Matrix" being asked to choose between the "red pill" and the "blue pill". The red pill represents the harsh truth, leading to an uncertain future. The blue pill represents turning a blind eye and continuing to live in a beautiful illusion.I chose red.If a person is filled with lies from childhood, the first thing they do when they grow up is to vomit, expelling all those lies and starting anew.I hate lies. As a child, when my classmates called me a bastard from Mango Street, a fatherless child, I would always clench my fists and argue back, "I'm not. My father is a hero." Because that's what my mother told me:"Yo
As I had just arrived at my office that morning, I received an invitation to Hugh and Esther's engagement party. Holding it in my hands, I found myself lost in thought. When I married Hugh, we had no ceremony at all; we simply obtained our marriage certificate, and I moved into his house, gaining the status of a wife.But now that Esther was the bride-to-be, Hugh was giving her all the ceremonial trappings. He proposed, planned an engagement party, organized a wedding, and even personally took Esther to pick out jewelry for the occasion.My fingers tightened around the invitation, draining it of color. While I was lost in my reverie, Zia snatched the card from my hands and slammed it onto the desk."That cheating scumbag! It hasn't been long since you two split up, and he's already getting engaged to this woman. What's he trying to do by sending you an invitation? Showing off? Well, congratulations to him for succeeding—now we all know the great peacekeeping captain is a brainless m
As we approached midnight, we chose a relatively quiet bar. There weren't many people inside, but I immediately noticed a young couple getting cozy in a corner. It reminded me of times with Hugh—we used to do the same, nestling in a corner, sipping our favorite drinks, talking, and kissing.Zia and I chose a spot far from the lovebirds and ordered our drinks: a margarita for her and a whiskey sour for me. As the alcohol warmed our insides, Zia finally opened up."Alright, I'll admit it. I might have a tiny crush on Lucas," she confessed with a shrug.I couldn't help but tease her. "A tiny crush? I've never heard you brag to a stranger about having a man wrapped around your finger before."Zia sighed. "Look, I know everyone thinks he's a player. But he's actually sweet, generous, and fun. Sure, he might have been with quite a few women, but I think that's okay.""Quite a few?" I raised an eyebrow."Fine, a lot. But so what? I have no right to judge his past.""Maybe. But are you
First, there was the terrorist from the 701 incident accusing Esther, and now it's the bald, tattooed guy getting cozy with her. Whether it's her heroic reputation or her love life, Esther seems like a dangerous, veiled mystery.Zia, emboldened by alcohol, eagerly pulled out her phone. "Let me snap some pictures of this and send them to your ex-husband. Imagine getting photos of your fiancée kissing another man right before the engagement party. How thrilling!"I wasn't keen on getting involved in Esther and Hugh's business. The fact that Hugh didn't love me had nothing to do with Esther. Without her, he still wouldn't love me. And now that we're separated, there's no point in meddling. It's not worth the trouble.The character of the woman he chose to marry was no longer my concern."I don't have any contact with Hugh anymore," I said, averting my gaze.But a second later, a camera flash lit up behind me. I turned to see Zia grinning sheepishly."Sorry, I'm drunk. Forgot to turn
I barely remember how I got home. I'm not even sure if Esther managed to snatch Zia's phone and delete those photos. My mind felt like it had exploded. I wanted to lash out, but my body was so weak that I could barely muster the energy.When Grey brought me home, I was so dizzy I could hardly open my eyes. I collapsed onto my bed, my carefully styled hair now a mess beneath me. I must have looked a wreck.I closed my eyes, seemingly asleep, but my mind kept replaying memories—Hugh's face, our time together, always ending with Esther's twisted expression.The person I loved most had handed my deepest wounds to another woman, giving her ammunition to attack me.---It wasn't until noon the next day that I dragged myself out of bed, my face swollen like a balloon. I'd barely finished washing up when Luther called, insisting that I go on a blind date. He threatened to send someone to my home if I didn't comply with his arrangements.I was irritated, but thinking it over, doing someth
After Shelia called me about the leaked photos, I felt just as devastated as she did. I knew how much she had trusted me, and guilt overwhelmed me. So, right after that call, I went straight to confront Esther.When Esther opened the door and saw me, she immediately tried to hug me, looking hurt. But I instinctively stepped back from her touch. Her actions—sneaking a look at Shelia's photos and using them to attack her—had made me furious.Esther looked at me, surprised and upset. "Hugh, are you avoiding me? Did Shelia say something to you?""She told me what happened," I said, keeping my voice low and trying to control my emotions so I wouldn't lose my cool."Hugh, you know I'm not a bad person. I was just scared and acted rashly. It's Shelia's fault I got so worked up."Esther's eyes welled up with tears, which used to make my resolve crumble instantly."She took photos of me first. I asked her to delete them, but she refused. She even had her bodyguard intimidate me. You know
After Hugh left for work, I called Jack Thomson. He had messaged me, claiming to have identified the person who wanted me dead.Even though I absolutely despised Jack, that low-life bodyguard, I still had to turn to him.Back then, my plan was to have a one-night stand with the prince, get pregnant, and become a royal princess. But I ended up sleeping with the wrong man. When I woke up, the man lying next to me was Jack, the prince's bodyguard, and I was pregnant with his child. That child was nothing but a disgrace to me, and I didn't want it. The result? I lost the ability to have children forever.We agreed to meet at the Yerro Hotel. I knew exactly what he wanted, but right now, I had no one else to trust or control. I needed to eliminate anything or anyone standing in the way of my marriage to Hugh, and for that, I had to rely on Jack.I wrapped myself up carefully and headed to the hotel. Once I was sure no one noticed anything unusual, I went upstairs. The moment I opened th
Since I needed to donate something for a charity gala, I arrived early to browse through our family's boutique collection. The moment I stepped in, I spotted the red necklace.When I first discovered this necklace in the room, I felt a surge of excitement like a schoolgirl. I thought it was a gift for me. Carefully, I put it back in the cabinet, pretending I hadn't seen it, waiting for Hugh to surprise me with it.But I never received that necklace. Instead, I saw it hanging around Esther's neck.I asked the staff, and they told me someone sold the necklace yesterday.I didn't know whether to laugh at how Hugh's sincere gift had been trampled on or at my own foolishness."This will do. Let's donate it."Hugh would be attending tonight's charity gala as well. I couldn't help but wonder what expression he'd have when he saw the necklace again.I arrived in a black deep-V dress. Since I was attending on behalf of Travis, the staff seated me in his place—front row, prime VIP spot.