The stark reality was unavoidable,Zared would never love her, and she could no longer sacrifice her sanity and dignity, no longer live as pushover and a people pleaser, no one had pleased her ever but she always cared about them being hurt or disrespected no matter how much disrespect she endured.On the second night, Lily sat by the window, staring out at the moonlit garden. Her mind was made up, solidified by the silent hours of contemplation and the unrelenting pain in her heart. She knew what she had to do. Gathering her courage, she wrote out the words she had rehearsed in her mind a thousand times: "I want a divorce." The finality of the words felt like a liberation, a step towards reclaiming her life and self-worth. She knew Zared would not make it easy, that he would try to manipulate and intimidate her into staying, but she was resolute. She had survived his worst; she could survive his wrath.With a newfound sense of determination, Lily began to prepare for the inevitable c
Riley stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene. She had clearly heard everything, her face pale as she processed the truth. Zared's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't move. He seemed to realize, perhaps for the first time, that he couldn't control the narrative any longer. "You're making a big mistake." "Just sign them, I'm already done.” He scoffed as if to laugh at her for leaving him. “Sure, with all my pleasure, I'll be more than happy to do so." Lily’s tears fell silently, her face blank and numb. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as she struggled to find strength. She wished Zared loved her, and wished he could see her pain. Wished he would ask her to stop this because he loved her not because this was a contract. Across from her, Zared finished signing the divorce papers and pushed them towards her with a sigh. Leaning back on the couch, he looked at her with an expression of disdain. Lily choked out between sobs.
Ignoring her, Zared lunged at Lily, but she was quick. She dropped her suitcase, grabbed his hand, and twisted it behind his back. “Dare you touch me again,” she warned, pushing him away harshly. Zared turned around, scoffing. “I see where your attitude is going. You’re not free yet, bitch!” He advanced again, but Lily kicked his crotch and slapped him as hard as she could. The shock in his eyes mirrored the rush of blood in her hand. “Just stop it, Zared,” she cried, her voice trembling with a mixture of fury and pain. "What do you think I am? I’m human too, with feelings that can be hurt just like anyone else’s. But you don’t care about that, do you? Fine, don’t care;but don’t you dare touch me. Ever again. I’m not your punching bag. Find someone else who will tolerate your abuse. Do you know who the real headache is? It’s you, Zared. You’re the one who’s useless. All your hard work to become a billionaire means nothing if you have no soul. You’re going to die, and your mo
Zared was shaken to his core. "Riley, this is a joke, right? Tell me you're joking." Clara's eyes were cold and unyielding. "Why would I joke about this? Did you think everything you did to her was a joke? Does all that suffering seem like a joke to you? I don't just use people for money and ruin their lives. I target people whose lives can't be further destroyed by me. And you, Zared, are one of them. But the reason I'm exposing myself now is because your life is already in ruins. The person who truly loved you is leaving, and you'll never get her back. Since your life is beyond repair, I don't want Lily's to be the same." Clara walked briskly toward Lily, taking her luggage from her hands. "Come on, Lily," she said firmly. Lily looked at her, puzzled. "You’re coming with me.” Clara declared, already heading outside with the luggage. Lily followed her, gripping her dress tightly. They walked out of the house together, leaving Zared standing alone in the living room. As the
"So you weren’t good in studies?" "Nope." "Your parents still loved you?" "It’s not like your parents don’t love you if you’re not good in studies,” she chuckled “Did you use to get scolded for not studying? Is that why you’re asking this?" "Uh... yeah. I always ranked second in school, but my parents wanted me to rank first so that they would be popular." "Girl, I was not even near that, anyway, it must’ve been years since you went to school, let's forget it.” "It’s just been a year." Clara frowned. "It’s only been a year? What were you studying? You must really like studying?" "No... I turned 19 this year. I didn't study after marriage because my parents said I shouldn’t study after getting married. It would distract me from handling the house." Clara’s jaw dropped "What’s your age again?" "19." "That’s why you look so young! I always wondered how you looked so young! I assumed you were 25 or something." Lily awkwardly chuckled. Clara looked at Lily w
Yet, in the end, she had shown a strength he had never acknowledged. Her departure, her willingness to leave him, spoke of a resilience he had underestimated. Was it possible that he had been wrong about her all along? Three months had passed since Lily left the confines of Zared's mansion and started living peacefully with Clara. On the surface, her life had taken a remarkable turn. Clara, who had revealed her true self in an unexpected twist of fate, had opened her home and heart to Lily, offering her a fresh start which she gratefully accepted. Lily had settled into Clara's spacious, elegant home, a far cry from the suffocating walls she had known before. She had even secured admission into the top university in London. Lily's days were now filled with the vibrant hues of opportunity and freedom. She attended lectures in grand, historic halls, engaged in lively discussions with new friends, and found solace in the bustling energy of the city. Clara, too, became more than a pro
They had their own struggles, she knew, but they also had a freedom she longed for. A freedom from the relentless grip of fear. She felt a pang of jealousy, wishing she could experience their normalcy, their ability to find happiness in the mundane. Her mind drifted to her classmates at the university. They were vibrant and full of life, immersed in their studies and social lives. They spoke of their dreams and ambitions with an ease that seemed foreign to her. Lily participated, she smiled and engaged, but there was a part of her that remained distant, locked away. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was different, marked by her past in a way that set her apart. As she lay there, the ceiling fading into a blur, Lily felt a deep sense of loneliness. Clara had been a wonderful friend, a pillar of support, but even she couldn't fully understand the depths of Lily's pain. She longed for the days when her biggest worries were academic pressures and social anxieties, before her lif
It was a pleasant morning. The warmth of the sun and the gentle breeze contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside him, feeling a deep sense of regret and sorrow, a constant ache that gnawed at him relentlessly. His eyes fell upon a dead tree in the garden below, its barren branches hanging limp and lifeless. It was a perfect metaphor for his current state; empty, broken, and withering away, just like him. He couldn't shake the regret that plagued him every moment of his every day. If only he had trusted Lily, even for a second, he might not be standing here alone. The thought tormented him. He imagined a different life, one where he had a family, one where he hadn't driven her away with his baseless accusations and mean behaviour. The weight of his actions had become too much to bear. He needed to find a way to heal, to make everything alright. Zared's thoughts constantly drifted back to Lily. Every time he remembered her painful smile, a clenching pain gripped his heart. How had
The penthouse felt lifeless. Every step Aaron took echoed through the empty rooms, each sound reminding him of what he’d lost. He couldn’t stop himself from wandering to Lily’s favorite spots-the kitchen where she used to hum softly while brewing tea, the couch where they would argue about what to watch, her corner of the bedroom where her books were still stacked neatly, her pink and white bedroom-the one she always dreamed about. He stood by the window where Lily once leaned against his chest, watching the city lights together happily. Now, those same lights felt distant and cold. On the coffee table lay a scarf she’d left behind, forgotten in the rush of her departure. Aaron’s hand trembled as he picked it up, the soft fabric bringing back the faintest trace of her perfume. He closed his eyes, clutching it tightly as if it could somehow bring her back. Aaron couldn’t shake the memory of her face when she left, her tear filled eyes, the hurt in her voice as she said goodbye.
The penthouse felt cavernous in her absence. Lily’s steps echoed faintly against the polished floors as she carried a small bag down the hall. She had packed only the essentials-clothes, documents, and her favorite book-a conscious decision not to look back. The thought of leaving the home they'd shared stung, but staying felt like drowning. Her mind replayed the scene in Aaron’s study, the damning photographs and the file with her name etched at the top. Every piece of information about her, laid bare-her family, her childhood, her fears. She’d trusted him, and in return, he had dissected her life like a puzzle to control. As she neared the door, the faint scent of his cologne lingered, and her grip on the bag tightened. This was the only goodbye she could give. Aaron had been out since the incident-a small mercy-but as Lily turned the handle, she heard the elevator hum to life. Her heart plummeted. The doors slid open, and Aaron stepped out, his suit slightly dishevel
The day was quiet, too quiet for Lily’s liking. Aaron had been called away for an urgent business meeting, leaving her alone in the penthouse. Normally, she’d enjoy the solitude, but today felt different. Her gaze wandered to the key sitting on her side table, the one Aaron had handed her a few days ago to the study. She hadn’t ventured inside yet, mostly because it felt too personal, too private. But now, with the emptiness of the penthouse pressing in on her, curiosity got the better of her. Sliding the key into the lock, she pushed the door open, stepping inside her fingers brushed against the dark wood of the desk. The view of the city skyline stretched beyond the glass, but her attention was drawn to a folder sitting in the center of the desk. It wasn’t marked, but something about it seemed out of place. “Just a peek,” she murmured to herself, feeling a twinge of guilt. Sliding the folder closer, she flipped it open-and froze. The first thing she saw was a phot
The last few days passed with Lily immersed in his studies and Aaron struggling to manage studies with the company work. Both of them got little time to spend together over the last two weeks-especially in Clara's absence. Aaron insisted they tell Clara about their relationship but Lily protested-too embrassed to admit she was right all the time. It was late in the afternoon when Lily was curled up on the couch with a book again, her feet tucked under her, while Aaron sat nearby with his laptop open. Clara was gone since morning and said she'd return late today. The quiet intimacy of the moment was broken only by the occasional click of the keyboard or the rustle of pages as Lily flipped through her novel. She glanced up, catching Aaron staring at her. “What?” “You,” he said simply, his voice low and teasing. Lily raised an eyebrow, though her lips twitched in amusement. “Me?” Aaron nodded, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. “I’ve been trying to work all day,
“Then I’d wait,” he said simply, his tone unwavering. “However long it took.”Lily felt her chest tighten at the sincerity in his words. “You don’t have to wait anymore. I’m ready.”His eyes searched hers, as if he couldn’t quite believe her words. “You mean that?”She nodded. “I mean it.”There was a pause before Lily resumed."So...are we....exclusive now?” her tone light but her gaze searching.Aaron’s grin widened, his confidence returning. “Lily, I’ve been exclusive to you since the day we met. You’ve been the only one for me.”Her cheeks flushed, and she ducked her head, suddenly feeling shy under the intensity of his gaze.“Since then?" She asked when she realised what he had said.Aaron tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Since then. And you? Am I the only one for you?”Lily smiled, her hand brushing lightly against his chest. “Yes. It’s only you.”His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he let out a breath he didn’t seem to realize he’d been holding. “Good. Because
Lily looked up at him with widened eyes, unsure of what to say. “You don’t have to use it,” he added quickly. “I just thought...if you ever needed anything, it might help.” Clara raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, though she had a massive smirk on her face.“Thank you?" Lily said, unsure.Aaron held her gaze for a beat longer before nodding and leaving the room. As the door closed behind him, Clara leaned in, “You know what that is, right?” “What?” Lily asked. “That’s trust,” Clara said with a grin. In the quiet moments that followed, Lily stared at the key in her hand, her mind racing. Trust, she thought. It was a small gesture, but it carried more weight than Aaron probably realized. The day had stretched into a quiet evening, Lily stood by the large windows of the penthouse, watching the sunset. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, all centering on Aaron.He had been quieter than usual after their last conversation. She could sense the weight of his emotions every ti
Lily was curled up on the couch at the penthouse, with the same book in her lap. Her mind wandered restlessly, replaying Aaron’s intense behavior at the café and the protectiveness in his eyes. Clara had wisely given her space after their conversation, though Lily suspected she was lurking somewhere nearby, ready to jump in with more pointed observations. Lily sighed, snapping the book shut and leaning back against the cushions. Damian’s voice broke the silence. “Ms. Lily, Mr. Knight wants you, he's at the balcony.” Lily looked up. “Did he say why?” “He didn’t,” Damian replied, his tone as formal as ever. “But he did insist it was important.” Lily hesitated, her heart skipping a beat. “Alright,” she murmured, setting the book aside. Aaron was already on the balcony when she stepped outside, his tall frame silhouetted against the city skyline. The evening breeze ruffled his hair slightly, softening the usual sharpness of his appearance. He turned at the sound of her fo
The day wore on with an unsettling quietness. Lily had hoped for a moment of peace, but the intensity of her recent conversation with Aaron loomed over her like a storm cloud. She spent the morning aimlessly flipping through her to-do list, pretending to work but unable to focus on anything for more than a few minutes. She started to have doubts if she was making the right decision by completely trusting someone so soon after...she shook her head. By the time the clock struck noon, Clara barged into her room. “Okay, enough of this brooding,” Clara said, hands on her hips. “Get dressed. We’re going out.” “I’m fine, Clara. Really.” Lily opposed. “No, you’re not,” Clara countered. “You’re overthinking everything again, aren’t you?” When Lily didn’t respond, Clara sighed and grabbed her hand. “Come on. You need a change of scenery before you lose your mind. Besides, I need coffee, and you’re coming with me.” "Clara, I-" "It's been days since we've spent quality time tog
Aaron lingered near the door for a moment before stepping back inside, his gaze hesitant but resolute. Lily turned to face him, her brows furrowing slightly. “I thought you were leaving,” she said, her voice softer now. “I was.” He walked back toward her, his steps deliberate. “But I realized something.” Lily’s heart thudded against her ribs as he closed the distance between them slowly. She tried to appear composed, but his presence made it nearly impossible. Aaron stopped a few feet away, his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I’ve spent so much of my life walking away-from people, from emotions, from anything that felt... complicated. But I don’t want to do that with you.” Lily blinked, stunned by the weight of his words. “Aaron...” “I’m not expecting you to feel the same way or even to understand,” he continued, his voice steady. “But I need you to know that you’re the first person who’s made me want to stay.” Her chest tightened as his c