Stanley felt humiliated. He stared at Iris and asked, "Who are you going with?"Out of respect for their seven-year relationship, Iris didn’t humiliate him further. "We’re divorced, so we have nothing to do with each other anymore. I need to work. If you have something to say, we can discuss it after I get off work." This was the only dignity she could offer him. "Let's go, Mr. Just."Jason's eyes moved past Stanley disdainfully as he turned around.Stanley stood still, hands empty and frozen in place. The tension in the air was palpable, and no one dared to approach him.Professor Aston finally broke the silence. "What happened between you and Iris? How did it escalate to divorce?"Stanley had always thought that Iris was merely throwing a tantrum. He was convinced she would return to him eventually. They were each other's first love, after all. He knew how much she loved him.But now, he was struck with the painful realization that she wasn't throwing a tantrum; she was serious
Iris had bravely climbed out of the abyss, giving herself a chance to start anew. How could she turn back now?"Stanley, let's part on good terms," she stated calmly, devoid of any extreme emotions. If she had shown anger, blame, or hatred, there might have been a chance for Stanley to salvage the situation. But her calm demeanor signified that her heart was dead; she no longer held any hope for him.Stanley staggered back, nearly losing his balance. He leaned against the wall for support. "You promised to love me forever. You can't break your promise...""And you promised to love me, trust me, cherish me, and protect me, but you hurt me, tricked me, and deceived me instead. In our four years of marriage, I can honestly say I've never betrayed you, not even once. If I ever did, may I be cursed to a wretched existence and a painful death. Do you dare to swear such an oath? Have you ever done anything to betray me during our marriage?"Stanley found himself at a loss for words.
Stanley's expression darkened at Iris' words. "Is that how you see me?" he asked, hurt evident in his voice.Iris, unwilling to engage further, pushed open the door to her room.Once inside, she struggled to maintain her composure. Tears streamed down her face. The strength and calmness she displayed a moment ago was just a tough exterior she put up.She closed her eyes. In that moment, her love and marriage died completely, leaving no chance for revival.Outside, Stanley stood staring at the closed door for a long time. "You'll come back to me," he muttered to himself. He knew Iris' weakness. Even now, he still believed he had a chance.-The next morning, around six o'clock, Jason sent Iris a message: [We're going back at seven.]Iris had a restless night and only fell asleep in the morning. Her phone was on silent, so she missed the message. By seven o'clock, Iris was nowhere to be seen, so Jason could only knock on her door.Awoken by the knocking, Iris stumbled to open t
"I’m not interested in other men’s gifts," Jason said. For some reason, Iris thought she detected a hint of jealousy in his voice."Other men? I bought them myself when I went to the mall to buy clothes. I'm not a man." She looked genuinely puzzled. Why would he think the flowers were from a man?Then it dawned on her. "You thought Stanley bought these for me? He would never do that. Besides, we're divorced. We..."Jason had no intention of listening to her talk about Stanley. The word "we" was especially grating to his ear.Iris was baffled by the sudden change in his emotions. They were as unpredictable as the weather in June – sunny one moment, stormy the next."Ms. Glover," Denise walked over, interrupting whatever she still wanted to say."Denise, what brings you here? Are things going well?" Iris asked.Denise smiled. "Yeah, everything's good. I happened to be in the area, so I thought I'd come see you." She approached Iris, glancing at Jason who was heading upstairs. She
Jason raised his head, a hint of anticipation on his face. Completely oblivious to the answer that Jason wanted to hear, Iris told him the truth, "Someone gave them to me. Since you didn't have breakfast...""I'm not hungry," Jason replied flatly, refusing her offer.Iris was confused. Why was he angry? She didn’t know what she did wrong.She pursed her lips, placed the coffee and cake back on the tray, and picked it up again.Jason suddenly said, "Leave the coffee." Iris' eyes lit up, and she quickly placed the cup in front of him. Jason contemplated saying more but decided against it. As an adult, she could think for herself."Get back to work," he said, his voice softening slightly.Iris nodded vigorously.Meanwhile, Stanley was busy preparing gifts. Having been married to Iris for four years, he knew her mother well. Cassie was a vain woman. He had purchased an array of expensive gifts, hoping to win her over. He believed that if he could persuade Cassie, he would eventu
"Ptui!" Cassie spat vehemently. "You shameless scumbag! You want to get back with Iris? Iris would rather stay single forever than remarry you! I was too naive back then to see what you truly were, giving you the chance to hurt my daughter. Get out of my sight!"After hurling the gifts outside, she slammed the door shut with a loud bang.Dennis stared at his wife. He was actually surprised by his wife's reaction. He remembered how fond Cassie had once been of their former son-in-law.Understanding his confusion, Cassie explained, "To be honest, if I hadn’t seen him with another woman, I would have given him a chance. I would even have helped him persuade Iris. But now that I know how he treated Iris, I won’t let her step foot in his house again."As a woman herself, she understood her daughter's pain. Dennis reassuringly squeezed her shoulder. "Our Iris will definitely find someone better."Cassie straightened up and said, "Our daughter is young, beautiful, well-educated, and ha
The inside of the elevator was pitch black."Wh-What's going on?" Iris' voice trembled slightly with panic.Jason remained calm, his tone even a little soothing. "Don't worry. Looks like the elevator malfunctioned. It's gonna be alright." He took out his phone, turned on the screen for light, and pressed the elevator's emergency button. Then, he attempted to call someone for help, but the call wouldn't go through.Iris calmed herself down and asked, "Could the emergency button be broken too?"There was no response when he pressed the button.Jason inspected the button and replied, "It seems like it."Iris tried dialing 911, but there was no signal in the elevator. "Is there nothing else we can do but wait?""Seems like it," he confirmed. He pressed all the floor buttons in order to prevent the elevator from dropping. He noticed Iris' pale face, illuminated by the flashlight from his phone. "Are you scared?" he asked.Iris was a little scared, but she put on a brave face and s
"I can squat down?" Iris asked.Jason reached out to support her. "Let's move over there and lean against the elevator wall.""Okay," Iris replied, but as she tried to shift her legs, she felt a cramp from standing still for so long. She bent down to rub her calves, and in that moment, the elevator suddenly plummeted."Ah!" she exclaimed, startled, instinctively grabbing onto something nearby.The rapid descent threw Jason off balance as well. He quickly caught Iris, maneuvering them both to a corner, one hand gripping the handrail while his other arm wrapping securely around her, pulling her close to his chest.Clang! The elevator came to a sudden halt, and Iris, still shaken, slumped against Jason.She breathed heavily, her hot breath brushing against Jason's Adam's apple.It was unexpectedly seductive. Jason's body tensed up. He didn't dare to move.Iris had yet to recover from the scare.After about ten minutes of stillness, the elevator showed no signs of moving further
Brad arrived at Iris' house precisely at ten past seven. Holding the lunchbox, he rang the doorbell. Iris had just woken up, still in her pajamas, and wondered who could possibly be at the door this early. Sometimes, if she weren't driving, Brad would pick her up at around ten to eight. He wouldn't come this early.When she opened the door, she found him dressed in smart casual attire — a suit jacket, trousers, and white sneakers. In the past, he would wear cool attires like casual pants with a hoodie or a leather jacket, but after accompanying Iris to court on formal occasions, he had adapted his wardrobe considerably. Although he still felt uncomfortable in formal wear, he looked much more mature than before."You're here so early?" Iris asked, surprised."When you're busy, you never eat properly," Brad replied, entering without hesitation. He knew the passcode to her house anyway, so he made himself at home. He walked directly to the dining table. "Go freshen up and change yo
"Are you really going to take on that case, by the way?" Brad asked Iris.Iris asked him back, "Why shouldn't I?""This kind of case could go viral online and attract public scrutiny. I'm worried you'll face backlash. Many people these days lack critical thinking and just follow the crowd," Brad expressed.Iris responded firmly, "I'm a lawyer. I just need to fulfill my duties and do my job well. If I have to weigh the pros and cons before taking on every case..." she turned to him, adding, "What would be the point of doing this job?"Brad fell silent for a moment, then conceded, "Yes, you're right. Don't worry, I'll be at your side."Iris poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "I don't need you to be at my side. You need to go independent.""I don't want to," Brad said, sticking close to her, as if afraid of being left behind."What? Are you just going to cling to me?" she asked."Yes, I am," he chuckled."By the way, I need some fruits but I don't have time to go to the superma
Brad was right, Fiora knew that now. Yet her personality made it difficult for her to apologize and admit her mistakes. When Brad tried to take a sip of water, she snatched the glass from him.Brad looked at her, speechless. Fiora lifted her chin defiantly. "Whether he cares about me or not is none of your business."Brad wanted to ask her if her head had been kicked by a donkey. Instead, he said, "Alright, think what you want. I'm not your brother; I'm not gonna worry about you."Unintentionally, his words elicited a silent reaction from Iris, who lowered her gaze."My brother is overseas dealing with his heartbreak; he doesn't have time to worry about me," Fiora lamented. "I wonder if all the luck in our family has gone to the financial side. Is that why we're so unlucky in everything else? Half a year ago, my brother announced that he had a girlfriend. My mom had even met her and apparently really liked her, but then it all fell apart. My love life is rocky, and my brother's is
Iris said, "Just shut up and order."Brad obediently picked up the menu.Fiora watched the exchange, somewhat shocked at how readily Brad complied with Iris' command.Before this, she and Brad had looked down on each other, and their mutual disdain was evident. She had always thought Brad was too wild and could not be easily controlled, yet here he was, completely under Iris' command. She wondered how Iris had managed to subdue such a wilful young man, especially given Brad's less-than-ideal character.Having spent considerable time with Iris, Brad knew her preferences in food. He ordered the dishes he knew she liked, along with some of his own favorites, before turning to Fiora. "What would you like?""Anything," Fiora replied, prompting Brad to place a random order for her.While they waited for the food, Fiora broached the topic that lingered between them. "About what happened before...""Let's not dwell on the past," Iris interjected. To her, an apology from Fiora held littl
Iris didn't stop. She felt that they weren't acquainted so there was nothing to talk about.Fiora chased after her, tugging on Brad's arm as she ran past him. "Help me out."Brad thus followed behind her, saying, "If she doesn't want to talk to you, don't force her..."Fiora shot him an annoyed glare. Brad was speechless. Why did she glare at him? She was still the same spoiled brat."Wait, I'm not here to be your enemy," Fiora called as she caught up with Iris.Iris had to cross the street, but the continuous flow of traffic forced her to stop, giving Fiora a chance to catch up to her."I just want to apologize," Fiora said.Iris turned back in surprise. Those unexpected words caught her off guard. She did not expect it from Fiora at all.Why would Fiora suddenly apologize to her?"I know Stanley's married now. He married that evil woman," Fiora continued.Learning that Stanley had married Wendy had changed Fiora's opinion of Iris, but it wasn't until last night that she t
When Iris opened the door, she was shocked to see that it was Samuel. "What are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled.Samuel replied, "Mr. Just is not in the country. He asked me to check on you. Do you need anything?"Jason had seen Iris' message, but she had deleted it before he could listen to it. Concerned about her, had sent Samuel to check if everything was alright since he was abroad.Iris tightened her grip on the doorknob. Something stirred in the bottom of her heart. She tried to sound calm as she said, "I'm fine.""I'll be in the country all month. If you need anything, feel free to call me," Samuel said, handing her his business card. "Here's my contact."Iris hesitated for a moment before taking it."Are you sure you're fine?" Samuel asked, noticing her pale complexion.Though Iris had forgotten about her stomach pain because she was preoccupied with her thoughts, her complexion gave away her condition. She forced a nod. "I'm fine. Really."Samuel studied her for a
Iris walked out of the shop with the cake in hand. When she spotted Renee, she ignored her.Renee finally recognized the qualities Iris possessed when she compared Iris to Wendy — Iris was cultured, well-mannered, polite and respected her elders."Iris," Renee called out involuntarily.Iris merely looked back for a second before getting into her car.Renee stood frozen in a daze. If Iris were still her daughter-in-law, she mused, she wouldn't have to endure this humiliation. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Wendy. She perceived Wendy as a devil. Wendy was the most evil person she had ever seen! She couldn't imagine how a person could be that evil.Yet, Renee never considered her own flaws while judging others.Renee's unexpected appearance did not make Iris feel anything. She entered a restaurant's private room with the cake. The private room was filled with Brad's friends. They were playfully teasing him, saying, "You don't race with us anymore. You barely even ha
Wendy stood up and gestured to the various luxury items she had purchased, sprawled across the couch. "Bring them up for me," she commanded, treating Renee like a servant."In your dreams!" Renee yelled back defiantly.Wendy leaned casually against the staircase railing, her expression filled with contempt. Cold and calculating, she resembled a predator, no trace of weakness remaining."Don't waste your breath with empty threats. You can't do anything to me. If anything happens to me, that video of you murdering someone will land in the police's hands. That boy will also receive a copy. When he learns who killed his mother after he grows up, there's no way he'll spare you. He'll send the Stein family into chaos. The video will also be leaked to the media, exposing your crime to the world. It'll become a scandal for the Stein family, and the family business' stocks will plummet as a result. And your dear husband, the person you care about the most? When he finds out that his lover di
Iris was in no mood to talk. Yvonne shook her gently, asking, "Do you want me to take you out to relax?""Not interested," Iris replied, looking visibly exhausted.When the takeout arrived, she only picked at her food, taking just a few bites before losing interest.It wasn't that the food wasn't tasty; she simply had no appetite.Yvonne received a phone call. She asked Iris if she wanted to join her. Iris declined."Then I'll see you next time," Yvonne said while getting up."Mmh," Iris responded absentmindedly.After Yvonne left, Iris packed up the food and decided to go to bed early.The day of the trial arrived as scheduled. Despite her best efforts, the trial proved challenging, and the outcome was not what she had hoped for. The client commented, "Honestly, it's better than what I expected. There's a big difference between five years and ten years. I'll reform well, show good behavior, and try to get released early."Iris remained silent. The outcome wasn't satisfactor