I looked at Hans. In my mind, his face seemed to overlap with Charlie's.In the end, I felt so disgusted that I wanted to vomit. I couldn't stand the sight of him anymore.Despite knowing I wasn't strong enough to resist him, I still stubbornly pushed him away."Are you making a fuss because you're jealous? Or is it because you misunderstood my relationship with her?"Yarmilla, I'll explain this only once! I admit Susan is a gorgeous and amazing woman. However, I don't like her. You're the one I've always been in love with."The reason I took you to Susan's birthday party was all for you! I didn't want you to keep being at odds with her. I wanted you to let go of the past and live happily like every other woman!"I had always found Hans' logic incomprehensible. Even when I pleaded so directly, he still managed to misunderstand.I found his explanation utterly ridiculous."If your mother was killed by your stepmother, could you still coexist peacefully with your stepmother?"If
I started walking toward my car when Hans grabbed me by the arm."You knew? Why didn't you tell me? I can explain." Hans thought I hadn't noticed the precious and intricate gifts he had given to Susan. His brow furrowed deeply, and a trace of guilt flashed through his eyes."But I don't need an explanation," I said. I truly didn't.He could give whatever he wanted to whomever he pleased.The money Susan took from the Sullivan family and the luxury items Hans gifted her would eventually find their way into my hands. I didn't mind letting her hold onto them for a little while longer.Susan, intent on provoking me, quickly caught up and pulled me into a hug despite my resistance."Yarmilla, you're such a failure! Your mother lost to me, and now you've lost to me too. Just you wait. I'll marry Hans soon, and when I send out the invitations, I'll be sure to save one for you."Her face wore a smile, but the words spilling from her lips were venomous, each syllable dripping with malice
The bodyguards behind me dragged Susan to the roadside with a knowing look from me. As my car passed her, it splashed a puddle of filthy water, soaking her face.Susan's expression was vacant. Without hesitation, she ran straight into an oncoming car.It was an instant death.A month later, Hans' company failed to go public.It wasn't my doing. But I didn't care whatever the reason was either.After his company's IPO failure, Hans sought me out. He said he finally remembered that Susan's birthday had fallen on my mother's death anniversary. He apologized for everything he had done.He even said that if I would forgive him, he'd accompany me to my mother's grave one more time.I declined with a smile.After a long silence, he murmured to himself, "How could I forget this year when I've always remembered before?"I knew why, but I didn't answer him.He never realized it himself. Though he claimed to love me and insisted everything he did was for me, he had been captivated by th
Hans Luther was stunned when he realized that Yarmilla Sullivan had blocked him.After three years of marriage, Yarmilla had always been Hans' dignified, graceful, and kind wife. Her behavior was always impeccable, no matter the occasion.It wasn't until he came home and saw the divorce papers left on the table that he finally realized he had done something wrong.The words he had said to her replayed in his head."It's been years since it happened. Susan has always wanted to reconcile with you. There's no need to make things so tense. It's Susan's birthday today. She's your elder, and she offered you a toast; you should have accepted it."When you were younger, you could blame your upbringing. But if you can't control yourself now, it only shows you're still immature. How could I even think about having children with you when you're like this?"Hans picked up the divorce papers from the table and read through them before placing them back down.He didn't think he had done anyth
Yes, it seemed ridiculous, really.Susan's birthday also happened to be Mom's death anniversary.Yet, aside from me, no one remembered.That included Hans, who once held me close and softly promised, "From now on, I'll accompany you to pay respects to your mom on her death anniversary. I won't let you face the past alone."On the day of Mom's death anniversary, he chose to drive toward the bustling city instead of the desolate cemetery.He held my hand and led me into the grand, luxurious hotel lobby filled with glamorous birthday posters of Susan everywhere I looked. Some were of her alone; others were of her and Dad in sweet, intimate embraces.As I walked into the private room, Susan was sitting in the main seat as though she owned the place, wearing a pale purple strapless gown. Her long, voluminous curls cascaded down her back. She exuded the presence of a queen.A diamond ring, several carats in size, adorned her slender, pale finger. It was dazzling enough to hurt my eyes
After marrying Hans, I did consider having children.But he always felt that I wasn't "positive" enough. He was worried that my psychological state would negatively impact a child's growth.To help me change, he enrolled me in psychology courses. He even hired a therapist for me.I told him that, for me, he was more important than any therapist.But clearly, he didn't take my words seriously.When he began secretly contacting Susan—having meals, coffee, even shopping together and exchanging gifts—my mental state was bound to suffer.I only planned to take my things while packing my belongings. However, I ended up uncovering a stack of receipts he had hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe. They were receipts of everything from car keychains to luxury watches and jewelry.As "senior and junior", "stepmother and son-in-law", they sure had a great relationship.If Hans had chosen someone else, I might have considered Grandma's wishes and kept up appearances in the marriage.But of
I hung up the phone with a cold smirk.The moment I left Susan's birthday party, I immediately dumped all the incriminating evidence I'd gathered into Charlie's email.Now, I was simply waiting to enjoy the spectacle of them turning on each other like rabid dogs.As for Hans? We could keep things civil if he agreed to the divorce. If not, I'd file for divorce. I would only gain more in court."Mr. Luther, why didn't you bring Mrs. Luther today? It's unlike you to attend an event like this alone."Hans had just taken a seat when someone noticed Yarmilla's absence and quickly teased him.Everyone in their circle knew that Hans and Yarmilla were the model couple. Whenever an event allowed for a plus-one, Yarmilla was always by Hans' side."Next time," Hans replied, his expression somewhat grim.It had been over a week since Yarmilla moved out. Throughout that time, no matter how Hans tried to reach her, her only response was, "Have you signed the divorce papers?"It frustrated hi
When I saw the photo from Susan, I was shopping for groceries with Grandma at the supermarket."Just a picture of yourself? No shots of you together? Nothing risqué?" I replied calmly, my tone devoid of any emotion.Afraid that she would leave a trail by replying in text, Susan immediately called me instead. "Your heart must be bleeding right now. Are you going to keep pretending like you don't care? Yarmilla, the pain in your expression when you flipped that table—it was so much more genuine!""Are you finally dropping the act? So this is your true self. After years of watching you put on that show, I almost forgot what your disgusting, conniving face really looks like!"I listened to Susan snicker on the other end of the line. Ever since she married Dad, she had been playing the dutiful stepmother full of fake concern and forced care.I'd been sick of it for ages."You've always wanted your dad and me to get a divorce, haven't you? Well, congratulations. Your wish is coming tru
The bodyguards behind me dragged Susan to the roadside with a knowing look from me. As my car passed her, it splashed a puddle of filthy water, soaking her face.Susan's expression was vacant. Without hesitation, she ran straight into an oncoming car.It was an instant death.A month later, Hans' company failed to go public.It wasn't my doing. But I didn't care whatever the reason was either.After his company's IPO failure, Hans sought me out. He said he finally remembered that Susan's birthday had fallen on my mother's death anniversary. He apologized for everything he had done.He even said that if I would forgive him, he'd accompany me to my mother's grave one more time.I declined with a smile.After a long silence, he murmured to himself, "How could I forget this year when I've always remembered before?"I knew why, but I didn't answer him.He never realized it himself. Though he claimed to love me and insisted everything he did was for me, he had been captivated by th
I started walking toward my car when Hans grabbed me by the arm."You knew? Why didn't you tell me? I can explain." Hans thought I hadn't noticed the precious and intricate gifts he had given to Susan. His brow furrowed deeply, and a trace of guilt flashed through his eyes."But I don't need an explanation," I said. I truly didn't.He could give whatever he wanted to whomever he pleased.The money Susan took from the Sullivan family and the luxury items Hans gifted her would eventually find their way into my hands. I didn't mind letting her hold onto them for a little while longer.Susan, intent on provoking me, quickly caught up and pulled me into a hug despite my resistance."Yarmilla, you're such a failure! Your mother lost to me, and now you've lost to me too. Just you wait. I'll marry Hans soon, and when I send out the invitations, I'll be sure to save one for you."Her face wore a smile, but the words spilling from her lips were venomous, each syllable dripping with malice
I looked at Hans. In my mind, his face seemed to overlap with Charlie's.In the end, I felt so disgusted that I wanted to vomit. I couldn't stand the sight of him anymore.Despite knowing I wasn't strong enough to resist him, I still stubbornly pushed him away."Are you making a fuss because you're jealous? Or is it because you misunderstood my relationship with her?"Yarmilla, I'll explain this only once! I admit Susan is a gorgeous and amazing woman. However, I don't like her. You're the one I've always been in love with."The reason I took you to Susan's birthday party was all for you! I didn't want you to keep being at odds with her. I wanted you to let go of the past and live happily like every other woman!"I had always found Hans' logic incomprehensible. Even when I pleaded so directly, he still managed to misunderstand.I found his explanation utterly ridiculous."If your mother was killed by your stepmother, could you still coexist peacefully with your stepmother?"If
"It seems you knew where I was all this time; you just didn't want to come and talk to me face-to-face," I said.It was already past midnight when Hans showed up.I was wearing a pink nightgown from before I got married, my dark hair cascading down my back. Yawning, I stepped aside to let him in."Yarmilla, enough of this nonsense!" Hans was still in his work suit. He stared straight at me as he grabbed my wrist in frustration, his expression full of impatience."I gave you time, but you refused to cooperate. If you won't agree to the divorce, then I'll have no choice but to sue you," I warned him. Having experienced Hans's strength before, I knew resisting him would be futile.So, I didn't struggle. I let him hold my wrist as a cool and detached smile played on my lips."Are you really asking for a divorce over something so trivial?"Hans couldn't wrap his head around it. All he did was team up with Susan to trick me into attending her birthday party. He only dragged me by the
When I saw the photo from Susan, I was shopping for groceries with Grandma at the supermarket."Just a picture of yourself? No shots of you together? Nothing risqué?" I replied calmly, my tone devoid of any emotion.Afraid that she would leave a trail by replying in text, Susan immediately called me instead. "Your heart must be bleeding right now. Are you going to keep pretending like you don't care? Yarmilla, the pain in your expression when you flipped that table—it was so much more genuine!""Are you finally dropping the act? So this is your true self. After years of watching you put on that show, I almost forgot what your disgusting, conniving face really looks like!"I listened to Susan snicker on the other end of the line. Ever since she married Dad, she had been playing the dutiful stepmother full of fake concern and forced care.I'd been sick of it for ages."You've always wanted your dad and me to get a divorce, haven't you? Well, congratulations. Your wish is coming tru
I hung up the phone with a cold smirk.The moment I left Susan's birthday party, I immediately dumped all the incriminating evidence I'd gathered into Charlie's email.Now, I was simply waiting to enjoy the spectacle of them turning on each other like rabid dogs.As for Hans? We could keep things civil if he agreed to the divorce. If not, I'd file for divorce. I would only gain more in court."Mr. Luther, why didn't you bring Mrs. Luther today? It's unlike you to attend an event like this alone."Hans had just taken a seat when someone noticed Yarmilla's absence and quickly teased him.Everyone in their circle knew that Hans and Yarmilla were the model couple. Whenever an event allowed for a plus-one, Yarmilla was always by Hans' side."Next time," Hans replied, his expression somewhat grim.It had been over a week since Yarmilla moved out. Throughout that time, no matter how Hans tried to reach her, her only response was, "Have you signed the divorce papers?"It frustrated hi
After marrying Hans, I did consider having children.But he always felt that I wasn't "positive" enough. He was worried that my psychological state would negatively impact a child's growth.To help me change, he enrolled me in psychology courses. He even hired a therapist for me.I told him that, for me, he was more important than any therapist.But clearly, he didn't take my words seriously.When he began secretly contacting Susan—having meals, coffee, even shopping together and exchanging gifts—my mental state was bound to suffer.I only planned to take my things while packing my belongings. However, I ended up uncovering a stack of receipts he had hidden at the bottom of the wardrobe. They were receipts of everything from car keychains to luxury watches and jewelry.As "senior and junior", "stepmother and son-in-law", they sure had a great relationship.If Hans had chosen someone else, I might have considered Grandma's wishes and kept up appearances in the marriage.But of
Yes, it seemed ridiculous, really.Susan's birthday also happened to be Mom's death anniversary.Yet, aside from me, no one remembered.That included Hans, who once held me close and softly promised, "From now on, I'll accompany you to pay respects to your mom on her death anniversary. I won't let you face the past alone."On the day of Mom's death anniversary, he chose to drive toward the bustling city instead of the desolate cemetery.He held my hand and led me into the grand, luxurious hotel lobby filled with glamorous birthday posters of Susan everywhere I looked. Some were of her alone; others were of her and Dad in sweet, intimate embraces.As I walked into the private room, Susan was sitting in the main seat as though she owned the place, wearing a pale purple strapless gown. Her long, voluminous curls cascaded down her back. She exuded the presence of a queen.A diamond ring, several carats in size, adorned her slender, pale finger. It was dazzling enough to hurt my eyes
Hans Luther was stunned when he realized that Yarmilla Sullivan had blocked him.After three years of marriage, Yarmilla had always been Hans' dignified, graceful, and kind wife. Her behavior was always impeccable, no matter the occasion.It wasn't until he came home and saw the divorce papers left on the table that he finally realized he had done something wrong.The words he had said to her replayed in his head."It's been years since it happened. Susan has always wanted to reconcile with you. There's no need to make things so tense. It's Susan's birthday today. She's your elder, and she offered you a toast; you should have accepted it."When you were younger, you could blame your upbringing. But if you can't control yourself now, it only shows you're still immature. How could I even think about having children with you when you're like this?"Hans picked up the divorce papers from the table and read through them before placing them back down.He didn't think he had done anyth