Ariadne sat on the edge of the bed in Taylor’s guest room, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her sweater. The house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards as she moved through the unfamiliar space. The silence pressed on her, amplifying her thoughts and emotions.Two days. It had been two days since everything had spiraled out of control.She clenched her jaw, recalling the scene. Maximilian’s car, his furious eyes locking onto hers, and the split second of chaos when Taylor’s car crashed into them. The image of Maximilian slumped against the seat, blood trickling down his temple, was etched into her mind.Ariadne had tried to shake it off, to remind herself that she was justified in running, justified in her anger. Yet, no matter how hard she tried to suppress the memory, it resurfaced, dragging with it a wave of guilt she couldn’t quite explain.She wandered into the living room, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. The house
Ariadne sat frozen on the couch, her eyes glued to the muted television screen. The headlines still flashed in bold letters, each one a sharp reminder of Maximilian’s downfall. Her heart ached, a heavy mix of guilt and confusion churning inside her. She barely had time to process her emotions when the sound of the front door opening made her jump. Panicking, she grabbed the remote and turned the TV off in a hurry. Taylor stepped in, his face flushed from the cold outside but lit with relief as his gaze landed on her. He walked over, his hands outstretched, and gently took hers into his own. "There you are," he said warmly, his voice soft. "I was worried about you." Ariadne managed a faint smile, though her mind was still racing. Taylor didn’t seem to notice her distraction. His grin widened as he spoke again. "I’ve got good news. Maximilian’s gone. He left town—went back to New York." The words felt like a punch to her chest. She blinked, trying to gauge her reaction, but nothin
The soft chime of the penthouse doorbell echoed through the silent space. Maximilian didn’t move at first, his gaze fixed on the swirling amber liquid in the tumbler he held. It wasn’t until the chime sounded again, more insistent this time, that he finally dragged himself to his feet.When he opened the door, Alfred stood there, his posture as straight as ever despite the years etched into his face. His presence, always a symbol of stability, now felt like a stark reminder of the lies Maximilian had lived with all his life.“Alfred,” Maximilian said, his voice low and heavy. “Come in.”The butler stepped inside, his eyes scanning the penthouse. The disarray was subtle but telling—papers scattered on the coffee table, an untouched dinner plate on the counter, and an air of unease that hung in the room like a storm cloud.“I came as soon as you called, sir,” Alfred said, his tone measured. “I assumed it was urgent.”Maximilian didn’t offer him a drink or a seat. Instead, he walked back
Ariadne arrived at the police station, just as Andymon had instructed. Anxiety gnawed at her as she sat on the cold, uncomfortable chair, waiting for her chance to meet Bella, who had been named a suspect in the attempted murder at Young Master Milton's estate.Once she was granted permission, Ariadne wasted no time. She rushed toward the visitation room, her heart aching as her eyes fell upon Bella’s disheveled figure. The girl’s swollen eyes and reddened nose betrayed hours of crying.Unable to contain her emotions, Ariadne hurried to the glass barrier that separated them. Bella, upon seeing her, broke down into uncontrollable sobs. Her eyes, filled with desperation, silently begged for help.“Madam~” Bella whimpered, her voice cracking, unable to form coherent words. Instead, her gaze and anguished cries conveyed what her lips could not.Help me, Madam.“Bella, forgive me,” Ariadne whispered, her own tears pooling as she spoke. The sight of Bella, broken and trembling, pierced her
Ariadne stepped out of the police station, her heels clicking against the concrete. Standing just outside were Andymon and a familiar face—Taylor Wood, a police officer she often saw around Milton.“Done with your little reunion, Young Madam?” Andymon remarked sarcastically, his tone sharp enough to make Taylor glance sideways at him, disapproving.Taylor turned to Ariadne, ignoring Andymon’s biting comment. “Good afternoon, Young Madam,” he greeted politely, his voice steady. “I’m Taylor Wood, the officer in charge of investigating Miss Bella’s case.”Extending his hand, Taylor offered a firm handshake. Ariadne accepted it with a polite nod. “Ariadne,” she introduced herself simply, deliberately omitting her marital surname, which caused Andymon to shoot her a pointed look.“How is the investigation progressing, Officer Taylor?” Ariadne asked, her tone calm but firm.Taylor adjusted the stack of papers he had been holding, his expression briefly flickering with hesitation. “We’ve rec
Sitting trembling on the cold hospital bench, the woman struggled to process the horror she had just witnessed. Ariadne’s thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, unable to grasp the gravity of what had unfolded. The day had already been taxing, but this... this was beyond anything she could have imagined. Just hours ago, she had been chatting with Jaxon, their conversation light and full of warmth. Now, she was here, having found his limp body sprawled on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by a sickening pool of blood.Jaxon had been shot.The police who arrived on the scene said the attack must have happened shortly before her return. While they speculated and gathered evidence, Ariadne's mind was consumed with unanswered questions. Who could have done this? Why? But none of it mattered more than the fact that Jaxon was now fighting for his life behind the sealed doors of the operating room."Ariadne!"Her name, called out sharply, snapped her from her daze. She looked up to see Mr. M
Gideon was not surprised by Ariadne's treatment of him. He stood where he was, arms crossed over his chest, watching her walk away with a faint, mocking smile on his lips. “Look at her,” he muttered to himself, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “She’s like a moth chasing after her flower.”Of course, Ariadne didn’t hear him—she was already far ahead, deliberately leaving him behind. It was exactly as she suspected: Gideon hadn’t come out of concern for his younger brother. His nonchalant demeanor made it obvious he didn’t care much about Jaxon’s condition.Meanwhile, Ariadne stayed close to Jaxon as he was moved to his room. When they reached his assigned ward, she saw Mr. Milton and Andymon already waiting for them. The two men entered the room to assist with settling Jaxon, and Ariadne instinctively stopped in her tracks. She hesitated, suddenly unsure whether she should go in as well.Her breathing was heavy, her shoulders slumping slightly as her steps faltered. She stared at the cl
As soon as Andymon completed the task Maximilian had assigned him, he rushed back to the estate. Entering Maximilian's room, his face looked weary, reflecting the chaos of the day, now compounded by the shocking news of Jaxon’s shooting.Maximilian, sitting by the window, appeared lost in thought. Though he’d known Jaxon was a target of Gideon after his abrupt decision to sever ties, Maximilian had not anticipated Gideon would strike so swiftly. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on him, especially since he and Jaxon had shared a meaningful conversation just earlier that day.“Maximilian...” Andymon’s voice broke the silence, prompting only a brief glance from Maximilian before his focus returned to the window, his expression unreadable.Andymon hesitated before approaching. The tension between them, born of the escalating crisis, was palpable. Andymon still couldn’t fully grasp why Maximilian had sent him to Jaxon’s apartment to retrieve an air freshener of all things, part
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