"Patient number twenty-eight, Nikita Young, to the pharmacy."Nikita took in a deep breath as she clutched her bandaged arm. Although she was rushed to the hospital just in time, the wound she sustained was quite deep, and she was still bleeding through her bandage even now."Here you go," a voice rang out, and a bony hand offered her a bag containing her medications. "You have to take the pills three times a day, and change your bandages once a day."Nikita took the bag from him and said appreciatively, "Thank you, Fabian. If you didn't turn the steering wheel just in time, I would've probably ended up in the morgue instead of sitting here."Nikita still shuddered every time she recalled the accident. That afternoon, she hailed a taxi to the airport. The taxi cruised into Roundabout Freeway, where it got involved in a tragic accident. As it was about to cross the intersection, a lorry lost control and swerved right into the line of cars before them. Nikita watched in horror as the
"My wife! Where's my wife?" Fabian and Nikita decided to spend a night at a hotel near the airport so they could catch the earliest flight out. Just minutes after they left the hospital, Spencer arrived, screaming like a madman. He sped through every red light and stepped on the gas, ignoring the speed limit, just to rush to the hospital. He probably racked up an extortionate amount of fines in the process, but he did not care. He had to find Nikita. He barged through the doors, panting heavily. He searched wildly around the room but could not see his wife anywhere. Panicked, he grabbed hold of a passing nurse and croaked, "Where's my wife? Have you seen my wife?"The nurse looked exasperated. "Sir, I can understand how worried you are, but you at least have to tell me your wife's name."Spencer replied hastily, "Nikita Young. N-I-K-I-T-A, Y-O-U-N-G."The nurse scrolled through the admission records, and when she looked up, there was a newfound expression of sympathy. "Sir, I'm
Fabian and Nikita cruised through the empty streets in the wee hours of the morning. They were headed to the airport. The accident on Roundabout Freeway the day before caused many roads to be sealed off. Fearing that they would miss their flight due to the traffic, the two of them decided to embark early. Nikita sat in the front passenger seat, gazing out the window. Her mind seemed to be occupied as she watched the sun rise over the horizon.Fabian, on the other hand, kept trying to engage her in some small talk. When the car sped past a massive stadium, she fell silent in the middle of her sentence. She stared at the building wistfully. Fabian asked, puzzled, "Is there something wrong?"Nikita chuckled. She turned to meet Fabian's gaze, then pointed at the stadium and explained, "That's the place where I got married."She felt a wave of reminiscence. Back when they were planning the wedding, Spencer was determined to make it the grandest and most luxurious wedding the town h
"Dad, Mom!" As soon as she stepped off the plane, Nikita sprinted toward her parents like a bird freed from its cage. "I missed you so much!"Nikita's father, Andrew Young, pulled his daughter into an embrace, taking extra care not to touch her wounded arm. He murmured, "You've lost weight! This is unacceptable! You're already too skinny as it is!"Her mother, Felicia, wiped the tears of happiness from her eyes. Although she was always poised, she was so delighted to see her daughter that she could not stop the tears from falling. "It's so good to see you! We've missed you as well."She then added teasingly, "Your father has been up early this morning to cook all of your favorite food! It's as if he wants to fatten you up like a pig! You'll have a great feast once we get home.""Fantastic!" Nikita chirped. Andrew turned to greet Fabian, smiling appreciatively. "Nikita has told me everything. Thank you, Fabian. If it weren't for you, we'd be sick with grief now."Fabian waved his
Andrew and Felicia did not want to upset their daughter any further, so neither brought up the divorce again. Andrew was still fuming at the news, but he dared not mention Spencer in front of Nikita. It was not until Nikita went upstairs that he finally hissed to his wife, "That wretched Spencer Ford! If he tries to harass my daughter again, I'll punch him into a pulp, even if it kills me!"Felicia elbowed her husband. Then, having finished washing the dishes, Fabian stepped out of the kitchen.The news of Nikita's divorce so preoccupied Andrew that he forgot about their guest. It was already late, so he graciously invited Fabian to spend the night instead of having to travel. Fabian was delighted. Finally, he had time to explore the house, and his gaze soon landed on a few line paintings hanging in the hallway. They were rather simple and childish, a stark contrast to the posh furniture. Felicia, sensing his gaze, smiled and explained, "These paintings were drawn by Nikita herse
Nikita and Fabian sat down in the wicker chairs on the balcony. Gazing out at the mountain skyline beyond, Nikita did not feel the slightest bit rejuvenated. If anything, she felt worse. "Fabian, do you think I'm useless?"Fabian replied without thinking, "Of course I don't."Nikita felt her breath catch in her throat. She stared at him incredulously. "Are you so sure?"Fabian nodded. Nikita chuckled and said, "Do you know what the public thinks of me?"In the public's opinion, Spencer is a successful man and a devoted husband. The perfect man whom any woman would die to marry. Do you know what they say about me? That I'm the luckiest woman alive to get to marry Spencer Ford."I was on the phone with Spencer just now, and he was certain that I wouldn't be able to earn my living without him. He's confident that without him, I cannot even survive. How did I end up like this? I graduated from an Ivy League school, for God's sake. I'm so well-educated that I could send an ordinary man
"Ding dong!"The next afternoon, Andrew was in the middle of whipping up a delicious lunch for his wife, who was off at her book club. Having just finished cooking, he removed his apron and was just about to call Felicia when he heard the doorbell ring."Coming!" he trotted to the door. He thought it was the mailman. Ever since their retirement, Felicia picked up online shopping, so they grew quite friendly with their mailman now. One could only imagine his surprise when he opened the door and discovered it was Spencer, who looked disheveled. Andrew scowled. When Nikita broke the news to them that night, Andrew refrained from cursing Spencer in front of her, when in reality he wanted nothing more than to throttle him. Nikita was his only daughter and the apple of his and Felicia's eye. They would not let anyone touch even a hair on her head. Who would have thought she would be betrayed by the one she loved the most?The memory of Nikita's tear-stained face made Andrew clench his
Spencer was no match for Fabian at all. Fabian picked up martial arts in his youth and was an avid gym-goer. It was a no-brainer who would come out on top in this fight. Poor Spencer got the shorter end of the stick. Even whilst being attacked by Fabian, Spencer kept shooting pleading glances in Nikita's direction, hoping that she would feel bad for him, but Nikita only had eyes for her father.The light dissipated from Spencer's eyes. All of a sudden, a scream rang out from the hallway, "Spencer! What happened?"The next moment, Queenie stormed into the room. She sprinted over to Spencer and shielded herself between the two men, positioning herself so that her pregnant belly protruded proudly. Fabian would never lay hands on a woman, much less a pregnant one. He immediately stopped, then turned to glance at Nikita. Nikita tucked the covers around her father, then stood up and said solemnly, "Spencer, you already showed up at my door with your mistress and landed my father in t
Nikita and Fabian finally got married three years later. Fabian's company underwent steady growth, expanding its headquarters to many countries around the globe. Nikita was placed in charge of the foreign branches. The two of them were known as the golden couple. On Nikita's birthday, Fabian gave her an unforgettable gift—10 percent of his company's shares, but that was not the only surprise he planned.He got on one knee and gazed lovingly at Nikita. "Ms. Young, now that I've gotten to this part of my life that I'm proud of, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"Nikita giggled. She extended her hand to him and said, "I do!"They were surrounded by all their friends and family, who cheered for them just as they had for Nikita and Spencer's engagement, but Nikita was certain that this love story would not end the same way.She knew that Fabian would not turn out like Spencer, and she was willing to take a chance on love again. At the same time, she learned a valuable lesson—th
Nikita became far busier as time passed. Like other office-goers, she had to work overtime on some days to catch up on her progress, but she was happy about this. Everyone around her thought that she would wallow in the grief of losing her marriage for some time, but in reality, Nikita barely had time to even think about the divorce. She worked so hard that within six months, she was promoted to project leader. On this day, her hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her makeup was immaculate. She carried herself with such poise and elegance that it was hard to take one's eyes off her. Aside from good looks, she was also the team's most valuable member. In the short time that she began working for Fabian, she nailed down many important partnerships and expanded the team tremendously. Fabian made the right choice hiring her. "Pass on this completed report to the production line. There's an exhibition this afternoon, so I'll need two of you guys to attend alongside me."All of a sudd
Nikita rounded the corner and approached the parking lot, where Fabian was already waiting for her. Seeing that she was in such good spirits, he suggested, "Shall we go for a meal to celebrate?"Nikita did not turn him down. The two of them found a quaint little restaurant, got a private booth to themselves, and ordered a full five-course meal. Nikita was ravenous. To be more specific, she did not have much of an appetite recently, not only because of the stress of dealing with the divorce but also because work was extremely hectic. She was so engrossed in the research and development of an upcoming project that she barely ate, and lost quite a bit of weight. Fabian felt extremely happy watching Nikita nibble on her food. After their meal, Fabian asked, "Nikita, would you ever consider remarrying again, even after your divorce?"Nikita, who was wiping her mouth, froze when she heard this. She did not answer immediately, but instead considered this for a moment. Finally, she repli
Three days after that, Nikita finally met up with Spencer once more. To be more specific, Spencer had to call in a favor to every mutual friend they had to convince her to see him. Spencer showed up, looking disheveled and unshaven, a stark contrast to his usually impeccable appearance. Not only that, but he even appeared wearing a face mask. The truth of his affair came to light for days now, and both he and Queenie became the laughingstock of the town. They were jeered, booed, and scorned everywhere they went, and even the stock prices of Nextronics began to plummet. Many of Nextronics' customers returned their products, for one simple reason—they could not tolerate the idea of buying a product that belonged to a liar, a man who hoodwinked the public for so long into thinking he had eyes only for his wife when the truth was the opposite.Nextronics was, quite frankly put, in chaos at that point. The shareholders were demanding his resignation, and many of his female employees were
The next day, Nikita went to work earlier than usual. The moment she slid her SIM card back into her phone, it overflowed with messages within minutes. Most of the notifications were from her social media platforms, but some of them were messages to her phone number.A majority of these messages were apologies from the female colleagues who doubted her a few days ago. [We're sorry, Nikita, for questioning your integrity. We shouldn't have slandered you without knowing all the facts. We're ashamed of ourselves and we hope you will forgive us.]Some of them were supportive messages from her friends and family. [No matter what happens, Nikita, we'll be right by your side.]Some of them were not very friendly. [Nikita, you're an idiot! You shouldn't have let him go! Everyone cheats, so you should've held onto him. What matters is money, of course, not true love!]Nikita responded to the former message with kindness. As for the sender of the latter, she blocked the number without he
That night, Nikita unblocked Spencer's number. This was a serious issue at hand, with not only her reputation but Fabian's at stake. Therefore, she had to get to the bottom of this. To her surprise, before she could confront him, Spencer called and explained desperately, "Nikita, I saw the news article as well. I guarantee you that Queenie was the one behind all this. Just this afternoon, I warned her to stay away from you, but I didn't think she'd resort to something so drastic! "I've already come up with a solution to all this. Nextronics is hosting a press release in two days If you agree to show up, I can explain everything to the consumers and the shareholders who will be there. This will clear things up in no time."Even without Spencer mentioning it, Nikita could understand immediately what was going through his mind. As the star of the show, if Spencer were to step up and explain everything, her name would certainly be cleared, and no one would ever dare to insinuate her
Spencer was no match for Fabian at all. Fabian picked up martial arts in his youth and was an avid gym-goer. It was a no-brainer who would come out on top in this fight. Poor Spencer got the shorter end of the stick. Even whilst being attacked by Fabian, Spencer kept shooting pleading glances in Nikita's direction, hoping that she would feel bad for him, but Nikita only had eyes for her father.The light dissipated from Spencer's eyes. All of a sudden, a scream rang out from the hallway, "Spencer! What happened?"The next moment, Queenie stormed into the room. She sprinted over to Spencer and shielded herself between the two men, positioning herself so that her pregnant belly protruded proudly. Fabian would never lay hands on a woman, much less a pregnant one. He immediately stopped, then turned to glance at Nikita. Nikita tucked the covers around her father, then stood up and said solemnly, "Spencer, you already showed up at my door with your mistress and landed my father in t
"Ding dong!"The next afternoon, Andrew was in the middle of whipping up a delicious lunch for his wife, who was off at her book club. Having just finished cooking, he removed his apron and was just about to call Felicia when he heard the doorbell ring."Coming!" he trotted to the door. He thought it was the mailman. Ever since their retirement, Felicia picked up online shopping, so they grew quite friendly with their mailman now. One could only imagine his surprise when he opened the door and discovered it was Spencer, who looked disheveled. Andrew scowled. When Nikita broke the news to them that night, Andrew refrained from cursing Spencer in front of her, when in reality he wanted nothing more than to throttle him. Nikita was his only daughter and the apple of his and Felicia's eye. They would not let anyone touch even a hair on her head. Who would have thought she would be betrayed by the one she loved the most?The memory of Nikita's tear-stained face made Andrew clench his
Nikita and Fabian sat down in the wicker chairs on the balcony. Gazing out at the mountain skyline beyond, Nikita did not feel the slightest bit rejuvenated. If anything, she felt worse. "Fabian, do you think I'm useless?"Fabian replied without thinking, "Of course I don't."Nikita felt her breath catch in her throat. She stared at him incredulously. "Are you so sure?"Fabian nodded. Nikita chuckled and said, "Do you know what the public thinks of me?"In the public's opinion, Spencer is a successful man and a devoted husband. The perfect man whom any woman would die to marry. Do you know what they say about me? That I'm the luckiest woman alive to get to marry Spencer Ford."I was on the phone with Spencer just now, and he was certain that I wouldn't be able to earn my living without him. He's confident that without him, I cannot even survive. How did I end up like this? I graduated from an Ivy League school, for God's sake. I'm so well-educated that I could send an ordinary man