Gideon’s words made Ariadne pause, her initial question forgotten as a new thought surfaced.He scoffed lightly. “It’s refreshing to see how he treats others. Seems like there’s still a trace of humanity left in him.”Ariadne narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying you think he lacks humanity?”Gideon tilted his head, throwing her question back at her. “What do you think? You’re the loudest voice when it comes to proclaiming his so-called ‘cruelty’ to the world.”She fell silent, her retort stuck in her throat. As much as she hated to admit it, Gideon might be right. In her narrative, Maximilian had always been the villain.But Gideon gave her a knowing smile. “Despite his coldness and cruelty, look at how he treats you here. How he ensures you’re taken care of. I even heard your friend paid you a visit—entirely with his knowledge and approval.”Ariadne’s voice rose with anger. “It’s nothing compared to what your brother did to me! Locking me here, isolating m
Maximilian closed his tired eyes, hoping for a moment of rest after an exhausting day.Since returning to work, he had handed the company’s reins to Gideon during his recovery, but as its leader, a permanent reprieve from responsibility was never an option. Maximilian had anticipated the chaos of his first days back, but he hadn’t foreseen how deeply it would strain his body.Feeling the ache intensify, he turned to the drawer beside his bed and retrieved a small bottle of medicine. With practiced precision, he swallowed a dose, his expression tightening as he leaned back.“I still need to adapt to this heart,” he muttered to himself, one hand brushing against the area of his chest where the surgery scar lay. The lingering pain in his stitches made him wince. For a fleeting moment, he considered pressing the area to ease the discomfort but dismissed the thought, knowing the risk of causing further complications.Exhaling heavily, Maximilian returned to bed and stretched out. The effec
The midnight commotion began with a shock—Maximilian suddenly collapsing onto the cold kitchen floor.Panic surged through Ariadne, her thoughts racing as she scrambled to call for help. Within moments, a doctor arrived. He was a middle-aged man with an air of calm authority, his experience evident in the way he moved and spoke, even more so than Sloane, the family physician Ariadne was familiar with.Ariadne stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do. She kept telling herself it wasn’t her problem and that she didn’t care, yet she found herself rooted to the spot. She couldn’t bring herself to leave the room, watching anxiously as the doctor worked.The doctor’s assistant moved efficiently, helping to organize the necessary equipment and pack up after the examination was complete. Meanwhile, the doctor approached Ariadne, his sharp gaze studying her.Ariadne stiffened, trying to maintain her indifferent demeanor. She folded her arms and averted her eyes, as if her lingering pr
Ariadne froze in shock, staring at the empty bed. Maximilian was gone, leaving behind his IV stand and no trace of his presence. Yet, miraculously, she found herself lying in his place, wrapped snugly in the thick blanket that had once covered him.She didn’t call out his name—she never did—but quickly climbed out of the bed, her mind racing as she searched for him.It made no sense, yet she moved instinctively, her steps brisk as if pulled by an unseen thread. Her heart thudded in a mix of confusion and urgency as she reached the adjoining bathroom. Without thinking, she swung the door open—and screamed.“AAAAA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”Standing there, startled, was Maximilian, stark naked. His head whipped around at her outburst, and he grabbed a towel, hastily covering himself.Maximilian stared at her, a mix of disbelief and irritation in his expression. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice calm but edged with confusion.Ariadne pointed an accusing finger, her cheeks burning.
The atmosphere in the house had grown colder than usual since learning of Maximilian’s illness. The once faint but consistent effort Maximilian made to engage Ariadne in conversation had disappeared entirely, leaving an unsettling silence that stretched over several days.On the rooftop flower garden, Ariadne crouched down, tending to the delicate buds of her flowers, which were on the brink of blooming. The serene task usually brought her peace, but her mind wandered relentlessly to Maximilian and the last time they had shared a meal together."Is he offended by my question?" she muttered to herself, recalling the moment she had asked a sensitive question.Scoffing quietly, she added, "Turns out he’s a sensitive person after all." Her tone was laced with annoyance as she moved to another section of the garden. But just as she reached out to adjust a flower, she froze, startled by the sudden presence of a pair of feet beside her.She looked up sharply, her hands still gloved and duste
Ariadne woke with a start, the last remnants of her half-remembered conversation with Maximilian lingering in her mind. She turned to look beside her, but the other side of the bed was empty.Sitting up quickly, she scanned the spacious hotel room, her alert gaze sweeping every corner, but there was no sign of him.A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She padded over to the door and opened it. Several hotel staff members stood there, offering polite smiles.“Good morning, Mrs. Ariadne Milton,” one of them greeted. “We’ve come to help you get ready.”Ariadne stepped aside to let them in, her curiosity piqued. She allowed the staff to assist her as they brought out an outfit Maximilian had apparently selected. They dressed her in a tailored, cream-colored blouse with a delicate silk scarf tied neatly around her neck, paired with high-waisted, wide-legged beige trousers that gave her an effortlessly chic silhouette. Her makeup was understated yet elegant, with soft neutral tones
This was the highlight of the event that had prompted Maximilian to bring Ariadne along on his business trip: a celebration marking a collaboration and a symbol of Maximilian’s success. Yet Ariadne entered the grand hall alone. Maximilian had been delayed by urgent matters related to his business. Ariadne didn’t complain, but she was irritated—having to navigate a crowded space like this on her own was hardly enjoyable.The attendees glittered, clad in polished suits and gowns that seemed to sparkle with gemstones. The sheer radiance almost hurt her eyes.It wasn’t surprising that she felt a twinge of insecurity when their gazes landed on her, intentional or not. She couldn’t decipher their expressions, but she disliked them.“Maximilian, in the end, is just a selfish bastard!”Ariadne was furious, and she didn’t hold back from cursing her husband. Whether angry or not, Ariadne had never taken their marriage as seriously as others might expect. That was Ariadne Harper.As she moved fu
They ended up at an upscale restaurant with a table prepared especially for them."Why are we here? I want to go back to the hotel!" Ariadne exclaimed in confusion and annoyance. Instead of returning to the hotel, it seemed they were about to enjoy a romantic dinner on an open terrace with a stunning and elegant view of San Francisco by night."This is your reward.""What? Isn't it up to me where I use my reward ticket?""I've already told you-l make the rules." Ariadne held back her protest, shrinking under her husband's icy gaze."Place your order. The waiter will be here shortly," Maximilian instructed with a lifeless tone."I just want to go home!""I won't allow it," Maximilian replied, painting a warning smile on his face, prompting Ariadne to scoff and look away.Maximilian took in the view. The quiet atmosphere around them made the night even more serene. "My mother used to use these quiet moments to have a conversation."Ariadne glanced at him coldly, uninterested. "Your moth
Ariadne felt like a wave of heat was spreading from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. This made her feel strange, and she immediately turned her face away when she felt that making eye contact with Maximilian any longer would only intensify the sensation.While Ariadne was shy, Maximilian just smiled and got up from his seat to grab his phone."Wh-where are you going?" Ariadne asked, intercepting Maximilian with a gentle tug on the corner of his shirt before he could take a step."I'm just going to grab my phone, Ariadne," he said, and immediately Ariadne let go of her grip, feeling more embarrassed as she thought Maximilian must be considering her a spoiled woman at that moment.Maximilian smiled again at Ariadne’s cute reaction before walking to the other side of the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand."I need to call a doctor to check on you again. I’m not going to use Andymon’s services anymore after he made me doubt his intellectual abilities as a doctor."Ariad
Maximilian returned to his room immediately after escorting Mr. Milton. He sighed repeatedly, still feeling the tension from the questions Mr. Milton had asked him earlier.It was about Mr. Milton asking if Ariadne's claim that Gideon was behind all the chaos was true.This was one of the things Maximilian had not wanted to reveal to his father immediately after he 'came to his senses'. There were still some things that were perhaps not fully understood, including whether his father was ready to hear the truth, which would undoubtedly shock him.Maximilian had felt confused, because he had no idea that Ariadne had ever told Mr. Milton directly that Gideon was the true villain. This almost led Maximilian to be suspected if he had failed to answer his father's question.Of course, Maximilian didn't tell the truth. He just acted naive and confused, then distracted his father by mentioning his father's heavy workload. Inevitably, Mr. Milton was reminded of his work and had to leave before
A long and exhausting day left Ariadne completely worn out, both physically and emotionally. After the trial, Ariadne slept for a long time. Today marked five days since Ariadne’s health worsened, forcing her to rest extensively to recover. During this time, Maximilian remained by her side, waiting for her to open her eyes.“How is she?” Maximilian asked just after Andymon finished checking on Ariadne.“Better than yesterday, no more fever,” Andymon replied, preparing to leave.“So when will she wake up?”“I don’t know.”Maximilian furrowed his brow. “How can you not know?” he protested, “You’re a doctor!”“I’m a doctor, not a fortune-teller who can predict when she’ll wake up. The important thing is Ariadne is doing better; when she wakes up is a later issue. She’ll wake up, I’m sure of it.”Maximilian pouted. Since the first day he asked when Ariadne would open her eyes, Andymon’s answer had always been the same. “You’re a doctor and you can’t even answer when your patient will wake
The trial is about to begin. The defendant enters the courtroom in handcuffs, and every pair of eyes is fixed sharply on her. The glare of the cameras feels tangible, as if capturing every second of Ariadne's walk toward the abyss of her downfall.Ariadne doesn't care. Since returning from visiting Maximilian earlier, she had already decided to ignore everything, even if today was the day she would be sentenced for a crime she never committed.In the open trial, several people had arrived, including Arman and Adelaide. But they didn’t come solely because their family was involved in the issue; they came to mock Ariadne and wait for the moment she would truly be gone from their lives.For a moment, Ariadne smiled bitterly at the thought. It turned out that all along, her family’s desire to erase her was that great. Ariadne had never realized this and always assumed it was just hatred because of her background, but it turned out to be much more than that.The trial proceeded calmly and
Ariadne wiped away her tears, until they dried for a moment. She smiled again, still holding Maximilian's hand; she spoke more casually as if this were something she regularly did with him in their once-normal married life, like people outside of their world."After I leave, Adelaide will come to your house as your real wife. Finally, something that should have happened will happen... it seems like you and Adelaide are truly destined to be together," Ariadne said; her words hurt both herself and Maximilian, who listened in silence. "I'm sure you'll have a better life with her, because Adelaide loves you so much—she's always loved you. She always talked about you with a glowing face, her happiness overflowing to the point where she forgot who she was talking to—because even if there was an earthquake, Adelaide wouldn't want to speak to me softly. But it’s a different story when she talks about you.Adelaide is the perfect woman, right? She's so beautiful, smart, and of course, she love
According to the agreement, after signing the divorce papers, Ariadne would be allowed to meet Maximilian.Today, Ariadne arrived in casual attire, wearing a knee-length white dress covered by a pink cardigan. She looked like her usual self, though the handcuffs still locked her wrists.But it wasn’t a big deal; although people at the hospital stared at her with fearful and anxious glances, Ariadne paid them no mind because today she would meet her husband. Ariadne was going to see the face of Maximilian Leander Milton, whom she missed.Thus, a faint smile remained on Ariadne's face with each step she took, and for some reason, it felt like today would truly be the last day she saw Maximilian.Ariadne arrived at the floor where Maximilian's room was located. There, in front of his hospital room, stood Mr. Milton, Andymon, and Jaxon. It was surprising to see Jaxon there, standing and staring at Ariadne with a concerned expression."How are you, Brother-in-law?" asked Ariadne as soon as
Andymon was too lost in his thoughts, bowing his head deeply and unaware of his surroundings. Even the voice that had just spoken to him was answered without much thought."Yes, it seems like I’m getting karma for hating Ariadne in the past," he replied to Maximilian's words. "But this feeling is just my guilt, and it’s incredibly annoying. I can’t stop thinking about what Ariadne said—"Andymon didn’t count the words he spoke until he realized what he was doing—and to whom he was responding. He quickly glanced at Maximilian, seeing his young master open his eyes a second after he focused them.Oh, his young master was awake—but something felt odd.“Y-you’re awake?” Andymon asked, looking both panicked and surprised.Maximilian stared at the ceiling with a weary gaze before replying, “Yes, since last night.”“Then why didn’t you say anything?”“It was so quiet here last night, and my head was still aching terribly; so I decided to sleep again.”“So you’ve been listening to me all this
For some reason, Andymon felt his days growing emptier ever since he heard the news that Ariadne was soon to divorce Maximilian.You could call Andymon indecisive; after all, he had been the one most supportive of Maximilian separating from Ariadne, and now he considered the breakup of those two to be a significant change in his life.Like today—Andymon was casually walking down the hallway toward Maximilian's hospital room. Unlike usual, he walked slowly and listlessly this time; he truly felt like he had nothing to do after Ariadne told him to stop assisting with her case. The woman had given up, and Andymon had lost the biggest task filling his days.His work returned to normal: being a doctor, treating patients, enduring with a smile despite the pressures he faced. In fact, Andymon had never felt this unoccupied before; he could now walk leisurely without thinking of anyone else he had to care for.Without knocking, Andymon entered Maximilian's hospital room. He paused briefly at
After her meeting that morning, Ariadne had finally come to terms with her current situation.Ariadne and Maximilian were officially divorced. While Maximilian had yet to sign the papers, it was clear he would eventually, and Ariadne would truly separate from the man she loved.Thousands of regrets now overwhelmed Ariadne, choking her and making it hard to breathe properly. She kept glancing around aimlessly, like someone lost in thought—perhaps a side effect of the monumental decision she had just made.Ariadne still couldn’t cry.The woman repeatedly tapped her head lightly with her fists, as if trying to fix something broken inside. Her heart ached deeply, and her mind acknowledged it—but something seemed wrong within her body. Ariadne simply couldn’t cry, even though that was what she needed most at the moment.She spent hours after her conversation with Mr. Milton berating herself for being unable to shed a single tear until a prison officer approached her cell door.“Mrs. Ariadn