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.
I glanced at Hugh’s expression. I had never seen his face so cold, so pained. He looked as if the very soul had been drained from him.I had successfully created a crack between him and Esther, but I didn’t feel as happy or satisfied as I had imagined.This man had cheated, this man had hurt me, yet now I found myself, for a brief moment, questioning if I had gone too far.Hugh cared about his image, and what had just happened was like grinding his dignity into the dirt.Lost in my thoughts for a while, I finally got up and left my seat, deciding to head to the restroom and wash my face, hoping it would clear my mind. As for the necklace, I had lost interest in what would happen to it.The moment I turned on the faucet, a hand grabbed my hair, and I was slapped hard across the face."You purposely made that necklace show up there, didn’t you? You deliberately tried to ruin things between Hugh and me, didn’t you? You conniving woman! Hugh and I are about to get engaged, and you dare pul
I stood in the middle of the crowd, with Esther pinning all the blame on me. Everyone looked at me as though I had been convicted. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a bitter ex-wife, causing trouble and even harming a great doctor out of jealousy.I wanted to say something, but before I could, Hugh looked at me and asked, "Did you do it?"The words got stuck in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to speak.Even though Esther had trampled on his heart, sold the necklace he had given her, and caused this whole scene, he still stood by her side.I wasn't wrong—Hugh was a good person. But his heart would never belong to me. That painful truth hit me harder than anything, and suddenly, I didn't feel like defending myself. The tears I had held back began to well up again, but I refused to let them fall.I won't cry. Not in front of these two. I will always keep my dignity."It was me. So what? You going to take revenge for her?" I said coldly.Hugh looked surprised. It was laughab
The moment I saw that necklace at the auction, it felt like a thunderclap in my chest.Back then, my love for Esther was pure and passionate. I wanted to give her the very best of everything. When she mentioned wanting a necklace, I dropped all my work, traveled abroad, and personally met with the designer to have a custom, one-of-a-kind piece created just for her, at an exorbitant cost.The more effort I put into that gift, the more it hurt to see it displayed at the auction. At this point, my pain wasn't even about whether I still loved Esther. It was about the regret I felt for my past self and how much I had given.Then I thought of Shelia. How had she felt when I completely disregarded her efforts and devotion?I knew the necklace had come from Warner's boutique, and Shelia must have had a hand in getting it donated. So later, when Esther came running to me in tears, claiming Shelia had bullied her, I sensed something was off. But I still believed Esther, partly out of anger t