My eyes were filled with disgust and murderous hatred.Irvin involuntarily shrank from fear under my gaze. He was afraid I would never love him again and refused to be with him. He was also terrified that I would hate him for the rest of my life.He genuinely didn't want it to be this way between us. But this was Julianne's life at stake.He knew any explanations would be pointless at this stage. They would just sound like feeble excuses.Yet, he still tried. "I know Lianne has wronged you many times before, Emi," he admitted. "I also know that her relationship with Mr. Walker isn't straightforward. But you saw the video yourself! You know it's real."What happened in the video was undeniable. Travis' movements and Julianne's terrified cries were proof of this. She had truly been violated."Lianne did have a good relationship with Mr. Walker, but people change, especially those in his situation. He's been backed into a corner, so it doesn't matter how good of a relationship the
I knew it was useless to beg since Irvin only cared about Julianne. But I still couldn't help but try.I was scared. I was so, so scared.I was terrified of getting hurt again. Having suffered after a near-death experience, I feared experiencing it all over again.I had stayed in the hospital for three months. But the first month after I had regained consciousness was the worst.There hadn't been an inch of me that wasn't in pain. The pain had been so unbearable that I had to max out my dosage of sleeping pills every night. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to sleep.I had always been sensitive to pain. But after that ordeal, I was now deathly afraid of experiencing it.Truthfully, I would rather die than suffer that level of agony again. That being said, I also didn't want to die. I wanted to continue living. I had finally found a glimmer of hope and was about to start over. So, I didn't want my life to end like this.I really, truly didn't."Please, Irvin," I choked out, grippi
Irvin felt as though his heart had stopped, and he couldn't breathe. It was as though invisible hands were squeezing his heart.He instinctively reached out to me, but I moved out of his reach.I didn't want him to touch me anymore. I also didn't want him to hinder me from moving forward with my life again. My gaze was devoid of any emotion as I stared at him.Tears well up in his eyes. "Don't be like this, Emi. Please? Can't you have faith that I'll protect you?"Irvin wished with all his heart that I would trust him just this once. But I wanted to live, and I longed for him to let me go.However, he didn't give me any hope that I would get what I wanted. So naturally, I didn't either."Julianne's life is at stake, Emi. I know you hate her. But no matter how strongly you do, you won't just sit by and do nothing when her life is in danger, right?Irvin didn't want our relationship to be like this. It was already falling apart. But he truly wanted to do everything he could to tre
Initially, Travis had been excited when he first touched her. He was overjoyed at being able to fulfill his lifelong dream.But now, the joy Travis had felt had worn off. So, he felt Julianne's body wasn't even that satisfying. In fact, he even felt she was worse than the street hookers he could find outside pubs. At least those hookers were tight and voluptuous.Travis couldn't hold back his distaste for Julianne, who was still lying on the floor.Without hesitation, he kicked her and sneered. "You lived wildly while you were abroad, didn't you? I bet you slept around the entire time."For years, Julianne had been like an angel in Travis' eyes. She was someone who was high above him. So much so that he felt sinful should he even think of her in a lewd way. To him, her existence was sacred, so she had to be treated as such.That being said, Julianne had willingly slept with a much older man just for money. And when she went abroad later on, she had lived a debaucherous lifestyle.
Travis thought about what he had done to Irvin.He had claimed Julianne. She was Irvin's precious and beloved stepmother, whom Irvin cherished dearly. Not only that, Travis also planned on having his way with me. Once he had me in his grasp, he was going to enjoy my body to his heart's content.The thought of this intensified the thrill he was feeling. He even felt everything he had done would still be worth it even if it ended in failure.After all, he would have taken down the high and mighty Irvin Sawyer. The same man who used to scold him and call him a fool without reason. Soon, he would sully the people Irvin loved most. That meant Irvin would be miserable for the rest of his life.What more could Travis want?He ended the call and looked at Julianne. She was still lying on the floor, too weak to move.Walking over, he patted her face. "Don't worry. I won't let that bitch Emilia off easy. She's going to have it worse than you!"Travis hated Julianne for ruining his life. T
I knew it. I knew things wouldn't go as smoothly as Irvin had confidently claimed. Something unexpected was bound to happen.I had told Irvin not to bring Ms. Plume along. I had even told him she had bullied me in the past and that she was close with Travis. I had also pointed out that something was amiss when Travis had singled her out.But Travis had insisted that Ms. Plume accompanied us. And just like how Irvin refused to let me go, he also declined sending Ms. Plume away. Not only that, he had handed me over to her without hesitation. He had allowed her to deliver me to Travis without a second thought.It seemed Irvin just didn't trust me. When it was between me and Julianne, he had implicitly trusted Julianne. And he did the same when it came to Ms. Plume.Ms. Plume was one of his subordinates who obeyed him without question. So, he believed she wouldn't act against him. He also assumed she wouldn't do anything to harm me.No, that wasn't right. It wasn't that he implicitly
Irvin had refused to let me go, no matter how much I begged him. So, before we left, I had requested the drug he had used on me.The drug was colorless and odorless. It had taken effect so fast that I hadn't felt a thing. And before I could react, my whole body had gone limp. I was also unable to speak.It was essentially a perfect sedative to use in an assassination.Irvin denied my request at first. He wanted me to believe in him and have faith that he wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to me. He insisted that I wouldn't need the drug to defend myself.But I didn't trust him. Not even an inch. I refused to believe him regardless of what he claimed.In the end, he conceded and gave me the drug. I didn't know if it was just to put me at ease or if he had other reasons.And sure enough, I was right to distrust him. He deserved every bit of it.I was the only person I could rely on to save me every single time.I felt the knife lower from my throat. That was when I knew the ri
The unexpected sound of Travis' voice startled me. Instinctively, I looked toward its source. That was when I noticed a flashing red dot on the headliner at the very back of the car. Seeing this made me realize that the car had been equipped with a remote monitoring device.Travis had been monitoring the car this whole time. That was how his men had shown up so quickly. They must have rushed over the moment I knocked out Ms. Plume and the other guy.My chances of successfully making it out of this alive were even slimmer now.Still, giving up was the same as dying. And I refused to just roll over and die. Not when I had a chance of surviving if I fought back. So, of course, I took my chances.Closing my eyes, I floored the accelerator. I charged straight into the motorbikes that blocked my way.My actions were reckless. Seeing this, they quickly reacted to save themselves. Those who were fast enough managed to swerve out of the way. And those who weren't abandoned their bikes and
"How could you take advantage of your position to seduce my husband! How could you knowingly become the other woman!" Grace accused.The photo she showed me on her phone was from when Irvin hugged me tightly after standing up from his wheelchair.When I first saw it, I was stunned. But then, it hit me—we had been watched this whole time!Based on the direction the photo was taken from, it could have only been taken from outside my work studio's window. And given that my studio was on the 10th floor, there was no way a random passerby snapped the photo by chance.Plus, the camera angle of the photo indicated it wasn't a coincidental shot. Someone had clearly been watching us from a floor above in the adjacent building.I also realized I had never closed the curtains in my studio. So, if someone had been watching us the entire time, they definitely knew Irvin had long since regained full use of his legs—which meant the Hardwells no longer needed my services.Thus, here came the poi
The young man's ability to stand again had filled his family with overwhelming joy. Coincidentally, it was also his 17th birthday, so they threw a grand birthday party and invited me to attend.I couldn't refuse. I was genuinely happy for him, so I went.Since his family was acquainted with William, they were undoubtedly influential figures in Lestoria. Therefore, the Hardwells were also invited.When I saw Grace pushing Irvin's wheelchair into the venue, attending the party as a married couple, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.I must really be a hopeless romantic.I had planned to use the time spent treating Irvin's legs to treat my withdrawal symptoms from him. I wanted my final decision to be cutting him out of my life completely.But instead of letting go—as I had hoped—the time we spent together only reminded me how good he once was to me.Even though I knew he had no choice, my heart still ached to see him with another woman.I truly…I really hated how I was. It made me
Because of Agatha's favoritism and stubbornness, Magnus had been growing increasingly impatient with her. "I think I've made myself very clear," he said, leaving no room for further discussion."Magnus, you can't do this! You can't just forget about Tim so soon! How could you treat him this way? Let me tell you—"Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off with a stern shout. "Enough! This is not up for discussion. I don't want to hear another word about it. Just leave!"Magnus' authority was absolute in the Hardwell family. Once he made a decision, Agatha had no power to change it no matter what.Though unwilling and displeased, she had no choice but to leave.As soon as Grace returned home, she was informed about the argument between Magnus and Agatha. She immediately rushed to find Agatha.The moment Agatha saw Grace, tears streamed down her face.Upon hearing that the argument had been about Irvin's hypnosis, Grace finally told her the truth, that Irvin had been faking it.
Grace had always wanted to stand at the pinnacle of power.The man beside her raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Then don't let her die. Force her into a dead-end and offer a hand, so she can be used by us."Grace chuckled but said nothing.Now that she had the picture she wanted, there was no need to continue watching. She withdrew her gaze and returned to the couch in the room.After taking a bottle of collagen, she finally looked at the man sitting across from her. "At the rate Irvin is recovering, he'll be fully healed in at most two to three weeks. Have you made all the preparations I asked for?" she asked."Of course! When have I ever failed to complete a task you gave me?" he replied confidently.Grace's lips curled into a smile. "Great."Seeing how she smiled so casually, completely without any hesitation or pain, the man couldn't help but comment. "Ms. Keller, you're ruthless indeed."Grace lowered her gaze and gently stroked her belly. She didn't respond.That night
Since Irvin had lost his memories, his behavior had regressed to that of his younger self.Although he had difficulty moving and had to avoid the Hardwells, he still prepared small surprises for me every time he came for treatment. Just like how he did when he was pursuing me.Just like when we were newlyweds.No matter how busy or exhausted he was, he always put in the effort to prepare something for me, whether it was a bouquet of flowers, a ticket to a movie I wanted to watch, or a dessert I loved.We were poor back then, and the things he gave me weren't worth much, but I was moved to tears every single time. After all, he was always thoughtful and affectionate. The eyes that were once cold and indifferent now burned with compassion and sincerity. Those naturally affectionate eyes gazed at me with so much love, as if I were his entire world.His one and only.That kind of love was irresistible, drawing me in.And I couldn't help but wonder, if none of it had happened, if
"I'm sorry, babe. Do you not like sunflowers? I… I saw online that…" Irvin stammered.He had searched for information about me online and discovered that I loved sunflowers, so he secretly hid one to give me. But I ended up crying instead of taking it with joy. Snapping out of it, I forced a smile and accepted the flower. "I do love it. Thank you."He stared at me, unsure if I was truly happy or just pretending."But don't call me 'babe' anymore. We're divorced." I couldn't bear to hear him say it in the same affectionate tone as before. That genuine, affectionate tone would only make me feel bad for him.And I didn't want to feel that way.Irvin, who was already anxious, panicked at my words. He grabbed my hands and said, "Babe, I couldn't find anything about what happened between us, but I know that it must have been my fault if we got divorced. "I'll make sure to be good from now on and listen to everything you say. Please, just give me another chance."Irvin had always
Adolescence was already a time when emotions are most unstable, making it easy to act impulsively and engage in risky behaviors. Being treated that way by my own family, I walked into the ocean, one step at a time.I wanted to die.I wanted them to regret, to suffer, to have everyone condemn them for killing their own daughter over an adopted one.I was so foolish back then, thinking I could punish them with my death. I completely forgot that they needed to actually care about me to feel remorse and pain for losing me. If they didn't care, it wouldn't matter if I died a thousand times.Using my own death to punish others is the most foolish thing in the world. I came to that realization when I was on the brink of death. I struggled, trying to make my way back to shore, desperate to survive. But then, a huge wave dragged me under, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stand up. I didn't know how to swim back then.Just when I thought I was going to die, a tall young man do
I comforted Mr. Holland for a long time before he finally felt better and ate some oatmeal.When I got home that night, I pulled out Irvin's medical records and the reports of his treatment with various devices. I analyzed his responses to the treatment to plan the next steps. I wasn't sure how I felt about Irvin, so I chose to ignore it completely and focus solely on treating his legs.If his legs could recover and function properly again, we would be even. No matter what happened in the future, I would take it one step at a time.Things would work out eventually.By the time I finished comparing all the data and finalized the device frequency settings for Irvin's treatment the next day, it was already past 1:00 am.I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep immediately.Ever since my injuries from falling off the cliff, I needed sleeping pills to fall asleep every night. When I lost my memory, I thought my insomnia was due to the pain. But after my memories returned, I realized
William recalled that at the time of his accident, Cordelia and I had also been vacationing on the island.Although he didn't think it was possible, he instinctively asked anyway.I had assumed that William's intimidating presence on the way here was because he was angry at me for not answering his question.I never expected him to suddenly ask such a thing.Although I didn't know why, my first instinct was to admit that I had saved someone while I was on the island.But before I could say anything, his phone rang. It seemed like an urgent call. After answering it, he hurriedly told me he would send someone else to pick me up before leaving in his car.Feeling bad for troubling him when he was so busy, I sent him a message. I told him that he didn't need to send anyone and that I would call my own driver instead.William didn't reply to my text.Instead, Noah called. "Emi, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave for a while. Wait for me, I'll be right back." he said.W