That bastard, Irvin, never treated me like a wife, yet he was obsessed with having sex with me.It was textbook scumbag behavior, but back then, I pathetically believed it was proof that he loved me.I told myself that if he truly didn't care or was tired of me, he wouldn't touch me let alone be so relentless.Women only give themselves to men they like. Once that affection is gone, even being touched feels repulsive.However, men could separate sex from love with ease. A man wanting to sleep with you didn't mean he loved you.After being hurt, I needed sleeping pills just to get through the night, but here, I didn't dare take sleeping pills, not even with the door locked.I lay there with my eyes closed, wide awake past two in the morning, sleep still out of reach.I started counting sheep, again and again, until I finally drifted off in a hazy, fragile slumber.Suddenly, the strong stench of alcohol filled the air, jolting me awake. I instinctively tried to sit up, panic surg
I wanted to say he was disgusting, but I wasn't in any condition to argue with a drunk. So instead, I said, "Let go of me. Holding me like this makes me really uncomfortable."Irvin loosened his grip slightly, but he didn't fully let go.I continued, "You said you wouldn't be like you were before. If that's true, you have to show me you're sincere. You can't just expect a simple sorry to make up for everything you did. That's not how this works."I could tell he actually felt guilty about what happened. Bringing it up made his guilt even worse.As I expected, his arms stiffened slightly around me."Let go of me first. It's getting late, and I want to sleep. If you really change, maybe someday I'll be able to let go of these feelings."Even though I was trying to pacify him, I couldn't bring myself to lie and forgive him.However, forgiveness wasn't even the issue. I wasn't angry at him, I just didn't want him in my life.He stayed silent for a moment, holding me tightly. Then h
At first, Maureen suggested a simple omelet, thinking that as long as he didn't overdo the salt or make it bland, it couldn't possibly go wrong.Who would have thought this genius in the business world, who could do anything, would mess up something as simple as an omelet so badly it was beyond words?She quickly gave up on that idea and had him try something else.Remembering that I loved bread and that using a bread maker was practically foolproof, Maureen figured it was the safest bet.One just had to toss in the ingredients, press a button, and voilà—perfectly baked bread. It didn't require any skill at all.Bread was also a perfect choice for breakfast.With her carefully guiding him on the exact measurements, the bread came out perfectly golden and fragrant, without a single mistake. "Come on, babe, just try it. Don't you love walnuts?" Irvin leaned forward, trying to feed me the bread when he saw I wasn't moving.I quickly leaned back, yanked my body away, and swatted t
Irvin's face turned pale as he realized that Julianne was the one who loved nuts.Watching the situation unfold, Maureen was speechless.When adding the nuts to the bread, she had remarked that Irvin had put in too many. She had never seen me eat anything with nuts at home, so she assumed I didn't like them.However, Irvin had insisted so firmly that I loved nuts.Seeing how certain he was, Maureen thought I must really enjoy them, and she even planned to make more nut-based dishes in the future.Now, she found out that I was actually severely allergic to nuts.As a husband, not only did he not know his wife was allergic to nuts, but he also thought they were my favorite food.It wasn't just me who was hurt. Even Maureen, as the housekeeper, felt deeply saddened by the situation.Maureen looked at Irvin, unsure whether to feel sorry for him or think he absolutely deserved it.I slowly finished the oatmeal before turning to Irvin. "I'm full. I'm going upstairs."…I wasn't su
She gave me a thumbs-up. "Perfect!"I knew she was complimenting me for not forgetting everyone except Irvin.Yeah, she was right."Alright, no more talk about that jerk. It's your birthday, and we have to celebrate big!" I exclaimed.Today, I was going to spoil Cordelia and make her feel like the happiest princess in the world.I wrapped my arm around her and took just one step forward when a heavy crash of something hitting the ground sounded right behind us.We instinctively turned and saw a heavy flowerpot smashed on the spot where we had just been standing.The pot had shattered into pieces, sharp fragments scattered everywhere. Both our faces turned pale in an instant.I didn't even want to think about what would've happened if we hadn't taken that step forward.The pot was so heavy. If it hit our heads, it would be a disaster.Cordelia snapped out of it and looked up, ready to yell at whoever was responsible, but before she could say a word, two kids came running down
"Babe," Irwin called out as he snapped out of his daze. Then, he strode toward me.As he passed Julianne, who had been standing fine just moments before, she suddenly collapsed.Irvin's expression changed instantly, and he rushed to catch her, completely forgetting about me in the process.Out of his sight, Julianne shot me a provoking smile.I smiled back. I wasn't scared of her tricks because I was still counting on her to help me get a divorce.When Julianne fell, Simone rushed over, tears already streaming down her face. "Lianne, what's wrong? Is it because Emilia's stealing your things?"She looked up at Irvin, sobbing. "Irvin, we've all tried to give in to Emilia. We've let her have her way, but she's gone too far! She knows how much Lianne needs those pieces from Thompson, yet she's deliberately taking them from her! She's trying to make Lianne suffer!"Leaning against Irvin, Julianne said weakly, "Simone, don't say that. Whatever Millie wants, she can have. I don't mind…
"That was her mom's dying wish, and today was her mom's birthday! How could you treat her like this?" I asked. "Come on, stop making a scene. Show a little compassion for Lianne, will you?"Irvin was so angry that his face darkened immediately. He had never imagined that I could be this sharp-tongued. Every word I said was like a hook, sinking deep and twisting until he couldn't find a response.It took him a long moment before he finally looked down at Julianne."Emilia's just being childish. Don't take it to heart. Here, take this. I'll have someone get you another one from somewhere else. No matter the cost, I'll make sure you have the latest version today."This was the first time I had won against Julianne in all our countless confrontations.Although this was the first time Irvin ever told her to back down for me, I wasn't happy at all.There were always plenty of ways to solve a problem. No matter how rare or difficult something was, Irvin could get it if he wanted to. Not
It was John Langley, my classmate from sophomore year, the one who had the car accident.His mother, Victoria Hayes, spoke carefully but with barely contained eagerness. "Lia, I'm so sorry to bother you. I really don't mean to intrude, but I just have to ask. How's your research on that AI chip coming along? The one that could help people walk again… Is there hope?"When John was still in school, he would always come home and talk about you. He said you were the most brilliant person in the world. He believed nothing was too difficult for you. He was certain you'd find a way to develop that chip and help him stand up again."Look, I've been massaging John's legs every single day over the years. His muscles are still in great condition, no signs of atrophy at all. If you need anyone for testing, John is ready anytime."Her face was filled with hope, so earnest and desperate.My hands clenched tightly at my sides without me realizing it.I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know
"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