It was a chaotic morning. Perhaps it was too painful because Zoey couldn't remember much of what happened. She looked like every ounce of her energy had been sucked out of her as she sat dazedly on the bed, holding the covers.Shawn got down from the bed half-naked. He had a great body, and his abs were well-defined, with the lines traveling past his shorts. He didn't explain. Even if nothing had happened the night before, he wasn't about to explain himself.It was hard to tell if Shawn was purely evil or just hated seeing Zoey living a good life. He considered lending her a helping hand, to test if her love could withstand challenges. He wanted to see if her years of love were worth it.Would Laurence be able to accept it? He was so obsessed with loyalty and dignity, surely he wouldn’t forgive a betrayal. Shawn knew Laurence well; they were the same. They were dignified men, and they were not that generously open-minded.Shawn casually got dressed in front of Laurence. "You came
Zoey could feel her face swelling. It was numb and painful, and her ear was ringing. Her right ear, already injured once, was in so much pain that it felt like a hammer was pounding it. She couldn't hear Laurence clearly.Zoey sat dazedly on the floor, unable to recover for a long time. She knew Laurence would never forgive her. Under no circumstances would he forgive his wife for cheating, nor would he believe another word that came out of her mouth. It wasn’t like she was able to explain herself anyway. There was nothing she could say, and she felt helpless.Suddenly, it didn't matter to Zoey any longer. It was like she knew they would walk down this path one day and end up like this. They were not meant for a fairytale ending. She touched her cheek as the numbing feeling grew, still in shock. What would happen next? She would accept it calmly, whether it was a divorce or something else. Laurence suddenly lifted her roughly by the arm. It seemed like he was going to take her aw
With him being so close, she could still hear him clearly despite the ringing in her ears. Zoey looked at him in a daze as her eyes gradually turned red. Her jaw had also reddened due to his firm grip—as her skin was delicate and fair, any marks seemed obvious. "Am I cheap? Yes, a little," she thought. Her agony grew. She felt she could hardly breathe. She felt so miserable that she couldn't make a sound like someone stabbed her heart with a knife. Laurence lowered his fierce gaze to her. He hadn't been so angry for a long time. He did think about spending the rest of his life with Zoey. "But she played me like a fool and betrayed me!" he thought angrily. Laurence rarely got carried away by anger like he was now. Clenching her face, he stared into her eyes. "Have I not satisfied you? Do you have to sleep around? With Shawn Zuckman, no less! Do you have no pride? Don't you know how much he disdains you? Didn't you hear that he thinks you're a whore? Why do you have to o
"You wanted to quit long ago, didn't you? I'm granting your wish." Hearing him saying so, Zoey could only nod. It was as if she had dreamed about the fight in the morning, and Laurence being out of control was just a figment of her imagination. Quiet for a long while, Zoey glanced at the door and pursed her lips. "When I woke up just now, I discovered the door was locked." Laurence put his suit jacket on the sofa and grunted as he coldly raised his brow. "Yes, I locked it." Zoey pinched her nail hard, still feeling the pain in her chest as she took a deep breath. "Why?" "Isn't he doing too much? Am I a prisoner to him?" she thought. Laurence didn't reply, and she tensed up as he stepped over menacingly. Stopping in front of her, he looked askance at her. "You wish to go out?" Zoey subconsciously took two steps back and looked up to meet his eyes. "Can't I?" She felt the cold, hard surface of the wall as she pressed her back against it. He then asked, "You want to lea
Zoey rarely heard him say anything so mean and was stunned by his hurtful words. A surge of cold numbness rose from the bottom of her feet to the back of her head. She felt dizzy; her face gradually showed her sorrow as the man stared coldly at her like she was a stranger. Feeling numb, Zoey sniffled and said in a nasal and hoarse voice, "Aren't you torturing yourself as well by keeping me by your side?" She was as pale as a ghost. However, Laurence refused to allow himself to be moved by her pitiful look, thinking that his sympathy led to him being betrayed and cheated. Laurence mercilessly grabbed her face, his eyes devoid of pity. "Stop wasting your breath. I can do whatever I want." He let her go and scanned her whole body like he was sizing up a merchandise item. "Go clean yourself up." Knowing he meant it as an insult, Zoey felt humiliated. However, Laurence wanted to make her feel worse and added coldly, "Make sure you're squeaky clean." Even Zoey's fists we
Zoey meant her apology. She thought it was her fault and wished he would forgive him. Knowing she would suffer if he got angry, Zoey naturally didn't want to incur his rage and preferred apologizing. "Saying sorry is not going to kill me," she thought. But Laurence seemed to look grimmer despite her apology. Too exhausted to fight with him, Zoey lowered her gaze to avoid seeing his cold expression. Her being so did not turn him off. He grabbed her wrists and turned her around so he wouldn't need to see her face or meet her eyes. Zoey could no longer feel any warmth from him. She was like a stranded fish, deprived of air and suffocating. However, the man behind her was insatiable. He kept thrusting into her harder and harder, trying to vent his frustration and energy on her. He treated her with no respect at all and left bruises all over. Biting the back of her hand, Zoey refused to make a sound and slowly got used to it. Time passed, and the torture finally se
Zoey experienced a form of humiliation she had never felt before.It was as if Laurence had forgotten about her. It had been a week since he came home. During that week, Zoey had no one to talk to; she could only get information about the outside world by watching television.The news of Zoey from the hotel that night was still the hot topic of discussion for all the entertainment news channels.The news that Laurence's wife was cheating on him with Shawn was not something that was explicitly discussed, but everyone was talking about it in private.Even when the reporter did not get a clear picture of the woman's face on the bed, the public still made assumptions based on their intuition. That, paired with the deliberate fanning of flames by others who wanted to see her humiliated, made the rumors spread like wildfire.Zoey watched the news coverage about her calmly. She was now grateful for Laurence's coat, which he had tossed at her when he found her at the hotel. At least it co
Zoey was exhausted when she got home, so she changed into pajamas and sat on the balcony to watch the sunset mindlessly.After a while, she went into her bedroom to clear Laurence's belongings and placed them in a large cardboard box. She thought about his toiletries and decided that he would probably never use them again, so she tossed them all into the trash. After she was done, she realized that besides her slightly emptier wardrobe, her house seemed unchanged.Zoey took the cardboard box out to the living room. When the time was right, and he wasn't still upset, she would return his items.Now, all that was left binding her to him was their marriage certificate. But perhaps soon, that too would become a divorce certificate.The following day, Zoey took the subway to the office.The news of her termination had spread in the company, and due to the sudden nature of the information, no one knew what had exactly happened.Zoey's colleagues were the most shocked by the news as t
Ryan had a reason for barging into the room. He thought he had seen something he shouldn't have.He had witnessed Zoey's relationship with his brother over the past few years. He hadn't thought so many things would happen between them when they got married.In the end, Laurence fell for her.The high and mighty guy had willingly become the loser for that woman.Zoey could tell from Ryan's reaction that he had misunderstood. Without bothering to explain, she walked straight out of the office.Laurence ignored Ryan, too. He treated Ryan as if he didn't exist and strode out the door after Zoey. Ryan was left alone in the office, dumbfounded.Laurence's assistant greeted him politely. "Are you here for ..."Ryan was still in a daze. He snapped to his senses and said, "I'm here to see my brother!""Mr. Scott just left.""I saw that.""Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"Ryan turned around to leave but returned halfway. He put his arm around the assistant's shoulder as
Zoey could feel the gazes on her as she stepped into the office. There were hardly any familiar faces left in the office.She secretly sighed in relief. She would have felt awkward and at a loss if she had to face the inquisitive gazes of acquaintances.Laurence held Zoey's hand, and she had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. She couldn't resist him.They entered Laurence's office. His office looked cold and plain, just like he was.Zoey noticed he was still grabbing her wrist. She took a deep breath and asked, "Where should I sit?"Perhaps surprised by her sudden cooperative attitude, Laurence raised an eyebrow. After a pause, he kindly reminded her, "The door is locked."Without a key, the door couldn't be opened from the inside.Zoey tried to pull her wrist away. "Got it."Laurence watched her sit on the sofa, and he relaxed slightly. He asked politely, "Would you like something to drink?"Zoey was momentarily lost in thought. She replied, "Warm water will do"Laur
Zoey was composed. She didn't seem worried about Laurence investigating her past in Novarvia. But deep down, she wasn't confident.Laurence had long lost any moral boundaries. Despite knowing she was married, he showed no concern about interfering in her marriage. He would likely become even more audacious and unrestrained if he discovered that her marriage was fake.Just the thought of it gave Zoey a headache. She never thought getting rid of someone would be so difficult, even if they held a certain position of power. Shaking him off became increasingly challenging.Lost in her contemplation, Zoey failed to notice the driver had changed direction. When she finally realized, the car was parked at the entrance of the Scott Group.Zoey pondered briefly. She thought the driver was sending Laurence off. She waited patiently and remained seated in the car.The man beside her calmly looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you getting out?"Zoey furrowed her brows. "Why should I?"
Sarah always seemed like she was thriving. Looking radiant, she hooked arms with the man beside her. She no longer looked as worn as she had a few months ago.Laurence was acquainted with the man beside her. His gaze was indifferent, showing neither surprise nor much emotion. Firmly grabbing Zoey's hands, Laurence wouldn't let her leave his side.Laurence had no intention of greeting Sarah or engaging with William. He held Zoey's hand, seemingly aware she didn't want to deal with them either. He turned his face to her and said, "Let's go."Zoey didn't refuse. They left quietly.This time, Sarah didn't stop Zoey. She usually tried provoking her.Once they were far away, Zoey immediately shook off Laurence's hand. He saw her furrowed brows and the undisguised disgust in her eyes. She must have hated Sarah a lot. She didn't even want to see her.Laurence explained, "I didn't know she would be here today."Zoey ignored him and walked ahead. The man behind her suddenly circled he
Zoey had no idea whether she was acting out of spite or being stubborn, but she arrived at the restaurant as promised. The restaurant had a private courtyard that offered great privacy. She didn't want to cause the person she was meeting any trouble. Neil's wife was once Zoey's client. Both parties were pleased with the business transaction. Zoey didn't like socializing, but she was out of alternatives. She forced herself to befriend Neil's wife. She had something to ask of Neil because her passport application had been dragging on without any progress. Zoey didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. She could still keep her cool if she stayed away from Laurence. To her surprise, Laurence had found out what she had been secretly up to. It was like he had installed a bug on her. She was horrified. "I've heard a lot of good things about you, Ms. Jenner." "You're too kind, Mr. Jackson." Neil was nicer than she expected. He didn't act superior or avoid the topic. Inst
Zoey ended the phone call. Without having to ask, Zoey knew what was going on when she saw Laurence. Needless to say, Laurence had taken the liberty to take the morning off for her. She couldn't be bothered to be angry. Instead, she felt numb as it had happened too many times before. Zoey looked down at her changed pajamas and turned to the man by the bed. She asked, "Where are my clothes?" Laurence met her gaze. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. "They were in the wash. They are in the dryer now." Zoey lifted the bed covers and stepped onto the carpet. She made a beeline for the walk-in closet, which was filled with many clothes she hadn't taken with her when she'd left years ago. She picked an outfit and put it on. Laurence was still in the bedroom when she walked out of the walk-in closet. He put on his tie and looked over at her. She glanced at him and said, "You should've woken me up last night." Laurence approached her. He was tall and looked sharp in his suit, with
Zoey was fast asleep. She thought she was dreaming when someone lifted her up. Her body clock over the last few days had been regular. She was going to bed early. Now, she couldn't keep her eyes open. Maybe she went back to sleep because she didn't sense any danger.Laurence hooked his arm behind Zoey's knees in a cradle and pulled her arm over his neck to secure her from falling. She mumbled in her sleep. He guessed that she was dreaming.Laurence couldn't hear what she was saying. He leaned in with his ear near her lips, but her mumbling stopped.The chauffeur, dedicated to his job, was on standby outside. Seeing his employer in the distance, he opened the door respectfully.Laurence carried Zoey into the car. The chauffeur closed the car door and glanced again at the woman in his employer's arms from the rear-view mirror. She looked familiar, but he didn't want to make any assumptions. "Where to, sir?" The chauffeur couldn't read his employer's mind, so he was careful not to
The bar wasn't too far from the restaurant. It was less than a ten-minute drive away. Laurence refused to let go of Zoey's wrist. He was bold to show off their closeness even though it was inappropriate. The others could hardly take their eyes off the couple. It was drama in the flesh. If they remembered correctly, Zoey had denied their relationship online two days before. She had even announced her marriage to someone else to set the record straight. What was going on? They had a hunch about the situation, judging by the resistance on Zoey's face. Maybe her ex-husband wouldn't leave her alone. The man seemed relentless in his pursuit. Nevertheless, it was not their business to get involved. At the end of the day, it was between Zoey and Laurence. Everybody quieted down and sobered up. The group caught a cab to the destination. Laurence shamelessly invited himself to join the group, and no one objected, not even politely. They weren't fools. They wouldn't offend the man for
Zoey felt a tingling sensation along her ear. It felt as if she had been electrocuted. Laurence's tone was half-joking, but there was seriousness behind it. He was ready to tell on her to her husband the moment she nodded. Zoey had lost her patience with him a long time ago. She couldn't help but snap back every time. She looked up. Her face was small. She was about to tell him to get lost when the man took the chance to deepen the kiss. He squeezed her chin, forcing her to part her lips to let him in. Zoey was pinned against the wall. His scorching breath took hers away. She was trapped like prey in a snare. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.Laurence didn't stop with a brief kiss. He didn't give Zoey room to breathe, and she could feel her limbs going weak. Her tongue was going numb. The woman opened her mouth, gasping for air. She hung onto his collar to stop herself from going limp. The man was always greedy. He could never get enough of her. Zoey had