Upon hearing Max's explanation, Cindy's disbelief was evident. She smiled and retorted, "Come on, Max, do you think I'm stupid?""Seriously, Cindy, that night I..."Max began to explain, but Cindy interrupted him abruptly, issuing an ultimatum, "Here's the deal, Max. I'll give you a month. If you can't resolve things with Jen within that time, then it's over between us."Max asked solemnly, "Cindy, don't you love me anymore?"Suddenly, it reminded me of that night when he knelt before me, asking in the same tone, "Honey, don't you love me anymore?"I felt nauseated."I don't blame you. I was just a step too late to meet you. I thought after that night, we wouldn't see each other again. But who knew when we met again, you were already someone else's husband. Maybe we just don't have enough fate, Max."After saying this, Cindy hung up the phone.Max repeated "hello" several times, then cursed in frustration, "Damn it."Indeed, with such a grand opportunity within reach, everythi
He was using the same trick he used when he proposed to me outside the girls' dormitory. Honestly, I almost couldn't resist rushing into the kitchen to grab a knife and chop his head off. He was insulting my intelligence. Just the thought of how I used to fall for such cheap tricks made me feel incredibly angry.Inside, anger and disgust were boiling within me, but I couldn't let him see that. I had to show reluctance and indecision, because now I was a pitiful woman plagued by marriage and love issues.I watched Max play the guitar mechanically, holding a large bouquet of roses as he approached me. I pinched my thigh hard, tears welling up instantly. I looked at Max through tear-filled eyes, biting my lip hard to stop the tears from falling.Max gazed at me with sincerity and asked, “Honey, do you still remember this song?"Feeling a bit nauseous, yet I had to pretend to be in agony, I replied, "I don't remember."As I turned away, tears stubbornly trickled down my cheeks.Setti
The name Luke crossed my mind, and I felt a surge of gratitude.Max didn't seem suspicious. He assumed it was one of my dad's former students paying their respects. After all, my dad had a wide circle of influence from his teaching days.At my parents' graves, Max knelt down first, tearfully apologizing and admitting his mistakes. He even turned to me while on his knees."Honey, in front of your parents today, I beg for your forgiveness... I swear, I'll never betray you again in my life!"Tears streamed down my face as I choked out, "Really?"Max earnestly replied, "Yes, honey, I swear. If I ever betray you again, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"I wanted to laugh. Max, this scumbag, actually dared to say that.Wasn't he afraid that my parents in heaven would be displeased and send a bolt of lightning to strike him dead?But I had to keep up the act, crying as if heartbroken, pleading, "Max, I've lost my mom and dad. You're the only family I have left in
When someone makes a mistake, how can there be no evidence left behind?Steven expressed his determination to work hard on his part. He said, "People will perish for the sake of wealth, birds will die for the sake of food. Even the closest relationships can experience moments of estrangement. The human heart is inherently impure and selfish."At that moment, Steven suddenly realized something and offered a light apology.I smiled, understanding his point. "It's okay, you're not wrong. I used to believe that my relationship with Max was the closest and most unbreakable in the world. But in the end? The person you sleep next to is the one who betrays you. If I still can't comprehend that now, then I deserve it."Steven reminded me, "Miss Middleton, the next step is to find a professional lawyer and start preparing for divorce proceedings."Just then, my phone rang. It was a message from Wendy.I glanced at it and then beamed at Steven. "There you go, Teacher Wendy has arranged ever
Stephen's voice had the air of a prominent lawyer, reminiscent of a character fresh off a TV drama: formal, authoritative, with a hint of aloofness.I assumed that Wendy must have briefed him beforehand. Lawyers like him value their time and prefer to get straight to the point. After all, elites in society generally despise wasting time, and top lawyers bill their consultation fees by the minute.Without hesitation, I eagerly replied, "I'm available now, Mr. York."Almost immediately, Stephen called.I answered and politely introduced myself, "Hello, Mr. York, I'm Jen Middleton, and I-""Miss Middleton, I am well aware of your situation," Stephen interrupted before I could finish, asking, "What are your divorce demands?"Getting straight to the point, I said, "I want Max to leave with nothing."Stephen promptly dashed my hopes, "Miss Middleton, there is no such thing as leaving with nothing."I stood my ground, "But he cannot have a penny of the inheritance my parents left me."
I am determined to prosecute them for killing my baby," I declared. "Mr. York, please wait for my news," I added."Alright," Stephen replied in his usual professional tone. "Do you have any other questions?"Since he was being direct, I decided not to waste time. "Mr. York, may I ask about your commission? How should I pay you? Do we need to sign a contract?""You can decide on the commission, and my assistant will contact you to arrange the contract signing," Stephen explained calmly."Decide on the commission?" I repeated, surprised."Yes, Miss Middleton. I am here on behalf of someone else, so you can pay me according to the market rate," Stephen replied.With that, Stephen abruptly ended the call.Holding the phone, I felt bewildered. It wasn't that I was being petty, but I couldn't shake the feeling that Stephen wasn't enthusiastic about taking my case. He seemed indifferent to the commission I offered. It felt as though he was fulfilling a friend's request, something he co
Early the next morning, Max prepared breakfast for me and called me into the room. My head felt a bit heavy, likely because I had slept with the air conditioning on all night.Max gently touched my forehead and then brought me a cup of hot milk, placing it on the bedside table for me to drink. In that moment, I caught a fleeting glimpse of malice in his eyes.Suddenly, Steven's warning came rushing back to me: I should be wary of casually accepting anything from Max, particularly nutritional supplements or medications.As I stared at the milk in Max's hand, my mind couldn't help but think of how villains in soap operas often tamper with protagonists' drinks, using poison or drugs, especially in milk or juice.Although I didn't believe Max would actually try to poison me, I couldn't entirely dismiss the possibility of him adding something else. After all, cunning and ruthless criminals are often more intelligent.Putting on a coquettish act, I said, "I'm not hungry at the moment, a
Afterwards, Max arranged for me to register at that hospital and insisted that I should give birth there as well. He even planned for a top surgeon to perform the delivery ahead of schedule to make the whole pregnancy less taxing on me. The entire process costs hundreds of thousands.It was only after the four-dimensional ultrasound that Annie's attitude towards me completely changed.The real reason behind this sudden shift was because they had discovered that I was carrying a baby girl.Did Max and his mother, who didn't want a girl, put my unborn child in harm's way?So today, I brought along the discharge summary from the private hospital where I gave birth, the infant death report, and the data from my prenatal check-ups at the same private hospital, and went to consult an expert at the Johnsonville Health Hospital where I had my first prenatal exams. I paid 500 dollars for the expert consultation.Unsurprisingly, the specialist's conclusion aligned with what I had suspected.