As a matter of fact, Celeste didn't react much to it. "Aren't you worried about them getting together again?" Megan asked. "We're already divorced. It's up to him who he wants to date. If I go after Damon right now, how would I be any different from Leah?" Celeste was speaking her mind. Once she decided on something, she wouldn't turn back. But when she recalled him saying he would never let her go that day, she felt slightly annoyed. Men would make easy promises, and they'd forget about them soon enough. Celeste suddenly thought of a saying about how women would need time and another man to forget about one man. But men wouldn't need time at all, as all they needed was another woman. Leah had been chasing after him for so long. It would only be natural for her to finally get together with Damon. It was meaningless for her to think of all these. She had already left him. Although it didn't seem decent for Damon to date another woman so quickly, it had nothing to do with her
"You're lying, Celeste." Damon closed in on her as he pressed her against the wall behind her. It hadn't even been half an hour since Celeste got a call from Carly. Celeste was dressed tidily with an indifferent look. There wasn't any weird scent in the room, either. He was confident that he could determine whether a woman had slept with another man before seeing him. "Damon, I'm surprised you're as dumb as Carly." Celeste crossed her arms calmly with a look of mockery. Damon finally calmed down. That was true. He lost all his intelligence when overwhelmed by jealousy just now. He was so anxious that he even came to check on her while still in his pajamas. Damon felt a little embarrassed. "Get out!" When Damon was spacing out, Celeste became mad and pushed him outside. "Celeste!" Damon wasn't someone who would give in so easily. Hot-headed, he stretched his hand out right before her anti-burglary door closed. His palm was stuck in the doorframe. Damon let out a grunt, h
"Your palm is fractured. I need to perform surgery on you to drain the excess fluid before applying a cast." At midnight, Nicholas was in Davidson Hospital. His head hurt as he looked at the X-ray of Damon's hand. "Listen to me. Since you two have parted ways, just live your own lives happily. Refusing to let her go will only drain you and make you sad." Back then, he had high hopes for their relationship. But seeing their current situation, he could only advise him to leave her in peace. Damon didn't say a word. His face was ice-cold. Silently, he watched as Nicholas injected anesthesia in him and operated on him. Nicholas used a needle syringe to draw the excess fluid out before stitching the wound. Damon didn't bring his driver along. He drove alone to Celeste's place. So he had to drive from her place alone as well. He suffered from all the pain till the break of dawn. Nicholas sent him to the parking lot and said, "The effect of the anesthesia hasn't subsided, so go ba
"You're handsome and elegant. There's something extraordinary about you." Celeste was scared. But she quietly backed away. She lied to praise him. "Will you sleep with me then? Hehehe." The man tried to grab her hand. Celeste had nowhere to hide anymore. There was a plastic chair for visitors to rest near the cashier. She seized it and was ready to hit him when he lunged toward her. The man did charge at her. But before he could touch her, someone locked his neck from behind and threw him over the shoulder. The man crashed onto the floor in front of everyone. "Mr. Bishop has said that although they're divorced, he still cares about Mrs. Bishop. Anyone who dares to trouble Mrs. Bishop would be an enemy of the Bishop Group." Two bodyguards in black with heavy builds stood in front of Celeste like saviors. Celeste still remembered the one who spoke up. When Damon grounded her, he hired these two to watch the door. Everyone who was watching the drama didn't dare to offend the B
After three days, an essay titled "Perhaps this is the Celeste York you didn't know about" appeared out of nowhere. It became a trending search on Twitter. "I don't want to defend Celeste York or talk about her relationships. After all, only those who are involved would know what happened the best. But I can objectively talk about things Celeste has done." The person who wrote this claimed at the start of the paragraph that they had worked with Celeste before. "Celeste was the top scorer in the high school final exams of Taverdale. After her mother died, she ended her studies and came back to Taverdale to take care of her brother, who was born with heart disease. "She sold alcohol just so that she could afford her brother's heart transplant surgery. This in itself could be a motivating story already." "But I want to talk about what she did after marrying Damon. What did she do? Two things. First, she built a highway in Womington, one of the poorest towns in the country. It co
In this modern age of technology, the news spread rapidly. Coupled with Damon's manipulation, it wasn't long before various entertainers dominated Twitter. They were all about celebrities who were getting married, divorced, having affairs, or even soliciting prostitutes. The most shocking news of them all was about a renowned male singer exposed by his friend with benefits for raping an underage fan abroad. He was also accused of engaging in group debauchery. At first, someone paid to suppress the news. But Damon then spent a lot more money to bring the issue back to light, offering the girl a chance to launch a fierce attack against the male idol. All major social media platforms, such as Twitter and TikTok, were flooded with this kind of news for two weeks straight. When the male idol was sentenced to prison, everyone jumped in to defend women and discuss how the idol should be disqualified. It lasted for nearly a month. In contrast, nobody would remember a trivial issue like
It was the familiar smell of neroli oil. "Let me go." Celeste pushed him away. The voice-controlled light illuminated. The man she hadn't seen for nearly a month stood in front of her with bloodshot eyes. He grew much thinner than before, and his eyes seemed larger. His right hand was still in a soft cast as it hung limply by his side. "Why are you here?" Celeste suppressed the heartache in her. She lifted her head to look at him. "Are you and Spencer really dating each other?" Damon stared right at her. His voice was hoarse. Damon was a dominant man. But for some reason, the look in his eyes at that moment made him appear like a huge, abandoned dog. Celeste didn't look at the news. But she figured out what happened after some thinking. Her heart went soft as she took a deep breath. "Come inside, and we'll talk about it." She entered the house with her fingerprint and let Damon in. Damon leaned against the couch. Eyes on her, he spaced out. Celeste turned on the water d
"What's wrong?" Only then did Damon realize something was off. He stopped halfway as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. "Get away from me." Clutching her stomach, Celeste sounded weak. She looked like she was in great pain. Damon checked her lower body. The color of the fluid on the floor seemed weird. Had her period arrived? "Isn't your period only going to arrive at the end of the month?" They once lived together before. Damon was even more attentive about these than Celeste back then. It was just the middle of the month, and yet her period came suddenly. It could only mean that the miscarriage, suicidal attempt, and fever in the detention center had affected her health. Guilt woke Damon up from jealousy. He carried her up onto the bed. "Where are your things?" he asked in a low voice. Celeste was feeling uncomfortable and didn't want to move. She jutted her chin at the closet. Celeste's pads and sanitary panties were in the drawer underneath the closet. Damon