Allen zipped up his suitcase and carried it to the door. Denise approached, her face brimming with curiosity.“Do you still remember Will?” she asked suddenly.Allen paused. Will? It had been a long time since he’d heard that name. Last he knew, Will had left for America with his ex-wife. What happened afterward was none of his concern.Denise pulled out her phone, opened an American entertainment news article, and handed it to him. “Will’s disabled now.”Allen’s eyes widened in shock. Reading through the article, he learned that Will hadn’t fared well after moving back with his ex-wife. Despite her initial support, the Henderson family disapproved of him, making his life miserable. In his despair, Will fell down a staircase. To make matters worse, rumors about Lucy Henderson’s affair with another man had surfaced, leading to heated arguments between them. What happened afterward wasn’t detailed in the article.Denise put her phone away. “Will reached out to the Luther family afte
Allen barely reacted to her bitter silence and continued speaking, his voice calm but resolute.“If it weren’t for the so-called debt I had to repay, we would never have met. I would have had my own life.”Serene stared at him, frozen in place, her throat choked with bitterness. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. She could only watch as Allen opened the car door and stepped out.As Allen approached the gates of the Luther residence, a sudden beam of blinding headlights flashed in his face. Instinctively, he raised his arm to shield his eyes, just as the screech of tires filled the air.“Allen!” Serene’s panicked scream pierced the night.The car’s driver was none other than Anne. Blinded by rage and resentment, she had broken free from her bodyguards, stolen a car, and sped toward Allen in a reckless attempt at vengeance. In her mind, everything that had gone wrong was Allen’s fault.But before the car could hit him, Serene darted forward, shov
A wave of panic swept over Serene as she watched Allen dive into the sea. For a brief moment, she wanted to follow him, fearing he might never resurface. But in the next instant, he emerged from the water, holding the ring tightly in his hand.When he climbed back onto the deck, soaked and shivering, she instinctively pulled him into a tight embrace. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and an unspoken emotion she didn’t yet understand—fear of losing him, fear of what could have been.It wasn’t until much later that she realized what that emotion was. It was love. She had fallen for Allen the moment he leaped into the sea to retrieve the ring.Now, as she sat alone, staring at that same ring, a deep wave of regret washed over her. She covered her face with her hands and broke into sobs, her cries echoing through the empty room.Late that night, the butler returned to the Luther residence with a carload of gifts from Serene. Allen looked at the pile of packages in confusion.The bu
Allen entered the funeral hall, his gaze immediately landing on Mr. Foster, his hair completely white, and Serene sitting in a wheelchair with a vacant expression. He carried a bouquet to Mrs. Foster's portrait and placed the flower before the image. For a moment, he stood there in silence, lost in thought.His feelings toward Mrs. Foster were complicated. Gratitude? She had supported his education, making it possible for him to continue studying. Resentment? She had stolen five years of his youth. Yet, the past was buried with her passing, leaving behind only an odd emptiness.Finally, Allen turned to Mr. Foster and gave a small bow. "My condolences, sir."Mr. Foster nodded but said nothing.Allen then walked over to Serene. After a long pause, he murmured, "My condolences."Serene offered a faint, bitter smile, her voice swallowed by silence.As a close relative, Anne was temporarily released from prison to attend the funeral. Gone was the defiance she once carried—her face now
At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner—roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, fresh garden salad, homemade rolls, apple pie, and a creamy mushroom soup—all carefully chosen to match Serene Foster's preferences.By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance.By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return.At nine, the front door finally opened. Serene walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. After hanging the coat in the nearby closet, he asked if she'd prefer to bathe or eat first.Absorbed in her phone, she replied casually, "I'll take a bath."As the clock moved forward, Serene emerged from the bathroom in a bathrobe, drying her hair with a towel. Allen rushed
"Who were you talking to?"Serene stepped into the kitchen when Allen hadn't returned, finding him staring at his phone, lost in thought.He snapped back to reality and replied calmly, "No one."That night, as silence settled over the house, Allen lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Beside him, Serene's soft breathing barely stirred the air. Sleep eluded him completely.---The next morning, Serene frowned at the breakfast spread on the table."You know I don't like eggs benedict. Why did you make this today?"Allen kept his eyes down, cutting into his food methodically."We're running low on groceries."It wasn't true. The fridge was well-stocked with her usual breakfast items, but Allen was already preparing for his new life, one meal at a time.Thankfully, Serene didn't question him further. She placed her phone on the table, checking it frequently, clearly anticipating a message.He didn't need to ask who she was waiting to hear from.Her phone buzzed, and she snatched i
After returning from the orphanage, Allen went straight upstairs to the walk-in closet and began packing his belongings. It wasn’t until he opened the drawers and closets that he realized how little he actually owned. All he had were a few outfits gifted by Serene’s mother when they got married. In five years of marriage, his wife had never once thought to buy him a single piece of clothing. Once his clothes were packed, Allen gathered all the gifts he had given Serene over the years and sold them to a recycling shop for scrap. For every birthday, he had meticulously chosen gifts, hoping to make her happy, but she never spared them a glance. They had been tossed aside and left to gather dust. As the truck carrying the discarded items drove away, Allen turned to head back to the villa when a car horn blared behind him. He turned around and saw a sleek Maybach pull up in front of him. A woman in a red dress stepped out—it was Serene’s younger sister, Anne Foster. Anne g
Worried that Will might really leave, Serene quickly directed the housekeeper to prepare the largest guest suite.Anne couldn't resist shooting Allen a smug look. "Well? Why are you just standing there? Go make dinner. And remember—Will doesn't like spicy food, so keep it mild."Despite having a full household staff, Allen had always been the one to cook. Serene was incredibly particular about her food; even meals from Michelin-starred restaurants didn't meet her standards. Only Allen's cooking was deemed acceptable—barely.No matter how much effort he put into the meals, Serene would only pick at her food. When Anne joined them, she'd criticize every dish between bites.But this time, Allen said something that left everyone stunned."I can't."Serene turned to look at him, startled. In all their years together, he had never refused a request from her family. This was a first.She was about to speak when Will's expressive eyes filled with guilt."This is my fault," he said soft
Allen entered the funeral hall, his gaze immediately landing on Mr. Foster, his hair completely white, and Serene sitting in a wheelchair with a vacant expression. He carried a bouquet to Mrs. Foster's portrait and placed the flower before the image. For a moment, he stood there in silence, lost in thought.His feelings toward Mrs. Foster were complicated. Gratitude? She had supported his education, making it possible for him to continue studying. Resentment? She had stolen five years of his youth. Yet, the past was buried with her passing, leaving behind only an odd emptiness.Finally, Allen turned to Mr. Foster and gave a small bow. "My condolences, sir."Mr. Foster nodded but said nothing.Allen then walked over to Serene. After a long pause, he murmured, "My condolences."Serene offered a faint, bitter smile, her voice swallowed by silence.As a close relative, Anne was temporarily released from prison to attend the funeral. Gone was the defiance she once carried—her face now
A wave of panic swept over Serene as she watched Allen dive into the sea. For a brief moment, she wanted to follow him, fearing he might never resurface. But in the next instant, he emerged from the water, holding the ring tightly in his hand.When he climbed back onto the deck, soaked and shivering, she instinctively pulled him into a tight embrace. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and an unspoken emotion she didn’t yet understand—fear of losing him, fear of what could have been.It wasn’t until much later that she realized what that emotion was. It was love. She had fallen for Allen the moment he leaped into the sea to retrieve the ring.Now, as she sat alone, staring at that same ring, a deep wave of regret washed over her. She covered her face with her hands and broke into sobs, her cries echoing through the empty room.Late that night, the butler returned to the Luther residence with a carload of gifts from Serene. Allen looked at the pile of packages in confusion.The bu
Allen barely reacted to her bitter silence and continued speaking, his voice calm but resolute.“If it weren’t for the so-called debt I had to repay, we would never have met. I would have had my own life.”Serene stared at him, frozen in place, her throat choked with bitterness. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. She could only watch as Allen opened the car door and stepped out.As Allen approached the gates of the Luther residence, a sudden beam of blinding headlights flashed in his face. Instinctively, he raised his arm to shield his eyes, just as the screech of tires filled the air.“Allen!” Serene’s panicked scream pierced the night.The car’s driver was none other than Anne. Blinded by rage and resentment, she had broken free from her bodyguards, stolen a car, and sped toward Allen in a reckless attempt at vengeance. In her mind, everything that had gone wrong was Allen’s fault.But before the car could hit him, Serene darted forward, shov
Allen zipped up his suitcase and carried it to the door. Denise approached, her face brimming with curiosity.“Do you still remember Will?” she asked suddenly.Allen paused. Will? It had been a long time since he’d heard that name. Last he knew, Will had left for America with his ex-wife. What happened afterward was none of his concern.Denise pulled out her phone, opened an American entertainment news article, and handed it to him. “Will’s disabled now.”Allen’s eyes widened in shock. Reading through the article, he learned that Will hadn’t fared well after moving back with his ex-wife. Despite her initial support, the Henderson family disapproved of him, making his life miserable. In his despair, Will fell down a staircase. To make matters worse, rumors about Lucy Henderson’s affair with another man had surfaced, leading to heated arguments between them. What happened afterward wasn’t detailed in the article.Denise put her phone away. “Will reached out to the Luther family afte
The once-bustling living room was now silent, leaving only Mr. Foster and his wife behind. He looked at his second wife, his face heavy with disappointment.Before leaving for his overseas assignment, he had intentionally left his assistant and butler in charge of managing domestic affairs. However, barely a month had passed before both sought him out abroad, asking to resign. When he asked why, he learned that as soon as his wife took charge, she fired them and replaced them with her own people.Later, he heard about Serene’s two car accidents caused by her obsession with her “true love" and how she neglected her own husband. It dawned on him then—Serene had been ruined under her mother’s indulgent care.The Foster family had always valued strength and decisiveness, putting family interests above all else. No one in their lineage had ever let personal feelings get in the way of their goals. Even after the deepest heartbreaks, they were expected to pick themselves up swiftly, not re
Serene froze, her outstretched hand hovering in mid-air as she looked at Allen with a mix of guilt and complexity in her gaze. Allen, standing amidst the chaos, had nothing but sarcasm in his expression.As the surrounding whispers grew louder, Anne’s face flushed red. Ignoring the stares, she pointed angrily at Allen. “This is all your fault! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been sent to Australia!”With her family’s wealth, she thought her time in Australia would be a breeze. But Serene, determined to teach her a lesson, had cut off her allowance. She had to rely on Mrs. Foster’s meager support to scrape by each month.“My fault?” Allen’s voice was cold. “Wasn’t it you who looked down on me, who mocked me? And wasn’t it your own sister who sent you to Australia? Maybe you should think before you point fingers at others.”He paused, his tone sharpening. “Anne, did you forget something in Australia? Like your common sense?”Realizing Allen had just insulted her intelligence,
Mrs. Foster looked at the handsome man before her, her heart filled with both satisfaction and regret. She was satisfied because he would have made a fine son-in-law for the Foster family. But she regretted that Serene had been so infatuated with Will years ago that she let such a good man slip through her fingers.Now that Serene and Will had cut ties, perhaps having Allen return as their son-in-law wouldn’t be such a bad idea.After listening to Mrs. Foster’s words, Allen said nothing. Instead, he took out a prepared cheque and placed it in front of her.“This doubles the amount your family once provided to support me. Without the arrangement to repay the favor, I could’ve cleared this debt, with interest, within two years.”The Foster family had always been known for their charitable deeds, supporting numerous individuals, including him. They would deposit the money directly into recipients' accounts without demanding repayment. It was just his naivety, he realized now, that mad
The warm atmosphere froze instantly. The server holding the bouquet of roses hesitated, unsure whether to stay or leave. Seeing that Allen remained silent, the server quietly withdrew with the flowers.But Serene wasn’t discouraged. Every day, she sent a bouquet of wild roses to Allen’s studio. And every day, those flowers ended up in the trash before they even entered the building.At another art exhibit, Serene intercepted Allen, determined to ask why he wouldn’t accept her flowers.Allen looked at her for a long moment before a mocking smile spread across his face.“We were married for five years, Serene, and you don’t know me at all.”Serene froze as his voice turned cold.“I don’t like you,” he said, enunciating every word. “So why would I like anything you give me?”Her face paled, but Allen continued without hesitation.“Why can’t we part ways peacefully? We’re divorced, Serene. You should be the happiest person about that, shouldn’t you?”She took a shaky breath, her e
Allen frowned slightly, and before he could turn around, someone threw their arms around him. The sickening scent of perfume assaulted his senses.“Allen, Allen, you’re finally back!” Serene clung to him, trembling uncontrollably.Just as Allen was about to push her away, someone stepped forward before he could.“Allen, are you okay?”It was Calvin, who had forcefully pulled Serene away.Allen shook his head.Calvin glared at Serene, his gaze ice-cold. “Serene Foster, how dare you show your face here after everything you’ve done to Allen!”The mention of her name stirred memories that made Calvin’s anger rise. He couldn’t forget how much Allen had endured during those five years of marriage.Serene opened her mouth to explain, but Allen stepped forward and stopped her.“Let’s not do this here. We’ll talk somewhere else.”The last thing he wanted was for the art exhibit he and his friends had worked so hard on to be ruined by drama.At a second-floor café, Calvin and Denise