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
On the way home, there was only silence. Ariadne, who had been complaining about feeling sleepy earlier, now had her eyes wide open. Her drowsiness had faded, but the lingering tension kept her alert. She glanced at Maximilian, who drove calmly, as if he had already forgotten what he had done at the restaurant earlier.But Ariadne hadn’t.She still remembered it vividly, and for a brief moment, she regretted her decision to end up where Maximilian wanted. Why, then, did she falter when she so desperately wanted to confront him? It was deeply unsettling.“Did you enjoy the meal?” Maximilian asked, clearly looking for something to say.“It was alright.”“And the dance? Did you like it?”Ariadne held herself back. Maximilian was clearly doing this on purpose.“You know I didn’t enjoy anything I did with you,” she said, her voice sharp. “I held back, but honestly, I wanted to hit you for the vile things you said earlier. Are you trying to provoke me?”“What stopped you? You usually have w
Maximilian burst into the room, his breath ragged and movements frantic. The cryptic message he had received left no room for hesitation. But as the door swung open, he froze.Ariadne stood by the bedside, her silken nightgown clinging to her damp skin. She held a towel in hand, her hair dripping faintly onto the floor. Startled, she turned to him, confusion etched on her face.“Maximilian! What is this? Can’t you knock like a normal person?” she exclaimed, her voice sharp with alarm.But Maximilian’s eyes darted to the bouquet on the desk. Without a word, he crossed the room, snatched it up, and began tearing it apart, scattering petals and branches in a frenzy.“What are you doing?!” Ariadne cried, stepping closer. “Why would you destroy them?”He ignored her, feverishly combing through the shredded flowers. When nothing emerged, his hands fell still, trembling slightly.Ariadne grabbed his arm, forcing him to face her. “Why did you ruin it? What is wrong with you?”Maximilian’s wil
Ariadne woke up in her penthouse, haunted by memories of the night before—her first kiss with Maximilian. The man responsible still lay asleep on the sofa, his white shirt slightly rumpled.She hesitated, her hand nearly brushing his shoulder before retreating. Was this the beginning of her letting go of hatred? Could one kiss dismantle her resolve? Her thoughts spiraled as she glanced at Maximilian’s serene face, an unsettling mix of cold beauty and quiet vulnerability. She touched her lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingering, and quickly pulled herself together, retreating to leave the room.But just as she turned, his hand caught hers. Maximilian was awake, his sharp gaze meeting hers.“Good morning,” he said softly. Caught off guard, Ariadne mumbled a reply, and only then did he release her.She muttered under her breath, “Sweet greetings after chaos,” and distanced herself. Yet, the “chaos” meant something different to each of them. While Ariadne wrestled with the kiss, Ma
“Sloane?” Ariadne immediately stood up, facing Sloane, whose sudden presence nearly startled her out of her wits. Sloane looked equally surprised, particularly by the way Ariadne addressed her. She smiled. “Good morning, Madam. What has you so startled?” Ariadne’s gaze was skeptical, though she composed herself, maintaining politeness despite her unwilling mood. “I’m startled and also wondering what brings you here to see me again.” “I’m not here to see you, Madam. I came to speak with Max—” “Oh, and that’s why you brought these flowers?” Ariadne remarked, referring to the bouquet in her hands. Sloane’s eyes widened in confusion as she pulled the bouquet from behind her back, further surprising Ariadne. “I’m allergic to roses. I’d never give Max roses—I always send him lilies.” Ariadne was momentarily speechless, bewildered by Sloane’s explanation. Reflecting on the events of the previous night, Ariadne doubted that the bouquet in her hands had been sent by Maximilian.
After completely overhauling the security system and replacing the guards, Maximilian thought he could return to work in peace, even if it meant leaving Ariadne behind. However, it wasn’t that simple. Two days after the mysterious flowers were delivered, nothing unusual happened around them; he and Ariadne lived through uneventful days. Ariadne had questioned the flowers once, but Maximilian explained they had wilted and were disposed of.Since then, Maximilian hadn’t set foot in his office. He worked from home, even conducting important meetings with his top clients remotely. Maximilian felt compelled to stay home to oversee Ariadne’s safety directly, though he failed to realize that his own thoughts had confined him to his room all day. The pounding on his door was the only thing that snapped him back to reality.He hurried to open the door, startled to find Ariadne standing there with an irritated expression. Only then did he realize he had locked his door, breaking the promise he
After the incident with the bouquet of flowers, Maximilian couldn't go a single day without thinking about Ariadne.Whether he was reviewing work documents, in a meeting with clients, or even during lunch, his thoughts always wandered back to her. How is Ariadne doing at home? Has that person caused trouble again?Because of this, whenever possible during his lunch break, Maximilian would return home to check on his wife. Even though Gideon had assigned a few of his men to guard the house, Maximilian couldn't feel at ease unless he saw for himself that everything was fine.That afternoon, as usual, Ariadne greeted Maximilian's return with a look of mild exasperation. It wasn’t that she disliked him coming home—it was just that he worked hard, and it seemed absurd to her that he would waste time and energy returning home for the trivial reason of checking on her safety.“Have you eaten? Would you like to eat with me? Or maybe you want me to order something from your favorite restaurant
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