That morning, I had an appointment with my financial manager to discuss renewing my investment.Fifteen million dollars may not be much compared to the truly wealthy, but it's still a significant amount. The manager was happy to prepare the renewal contract for me.With the deal done, the financial manager made some polite conversation while putting away the documents. "Ms. Middleton, your baby must be 3 months old by now, right?"I nodded, mainly because I didn't want to share the painful loss of my baby with someone I barely knew. I didn't want to face their awkward, pitying look. I'm not the kind of person to show my wounds to others.But then it hit me. How did this manager know about my pregnancy and the baby's approximate birth date? We had only communicated by phone and hadn't added each other on Facebook.So I asked, "Hey, how did you know I had a baby?"She smiled and said, "At the beginning of the year, your husband, Mr. Jennings, bought two insurance policies from my c
”He made me the beneficiary of the insurance policy? It seems like he’s doing it for my benefit, right? But what’s the point if I’m dead? I have no parents, no family—he’s my only relative. In the end, the huge insurance payout would go straight to him!"The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but tremble. Tears started to roll down my cheeks, but I bit my lip, refusing to cry. "Wendy, Max is a monster! He doesn’t just want the baby dead; he wants me dead too!"Wendy tried to calm me down, telling me to sit somewhere.How could I calm down?Wendy said, "Jen, you need to stay calm. Listen to me, we don't yet know why Max bought such a large insurance policy behind your back. Without concrete evidence, we can't accuse him of anything. The law requires proof, you know that, right?""Secondly, you're alone in Johnsonville. If you confront him recklessly, I'm afraid you'll suffer. Max is already out of his mind! If you face off with him and he gets violent, what wi
I thought Wendy would send Steven to pick me up, but to my surprise, it was Luke who showed up.When I saw Luke's handsome, yet stern face, with a serious expression and furrowed brows, I instinctively turned away. I quickly wiped my tears, wishing I could find a place to hide. I didn't want Luke to see me in such a miserable state, let alone mock me for my stupidity and blindness that led to today's outcome.But the tears kept coming, wetting my cheeks more and more. Luckily, I hadn't put on makeup today, so wiping my face wouldn't turn me into a panda.Seeing that I didn't take the handkerchief, Luke said, "Jen, stop crying."I sniffled, remembering Luke's previous cold sarcasm. His "stop crying" sounded a bit exasperated, maybe even a little impatient.Stubbornly, I replied, "I don't need your help. We're not close."I expected Luke to mock me, but he just looked at me quietly.The sarcastic remarks I anticipated were replaced with silence.Through my tear-filled eyes, I loo
I asked him, "How did you get here? You're not familiar with the car and driving so clumsily. You must be really brave.""I had a chauffeur.""Where's your chauffeur now?"Luke glanced at me sideways and said blandly, "I figured it would be best if no one else saw you like this, to save you from future embarrassment."I gritted my teeth. "Should I thank you for your thoughtfulness?""No need."I looked at him, smiling. "Luke, are you single?"He was taken aback for a moment, looked at me, and then calmly replied, "Yes."I continued smiling. "All these years, you've never had a girlfriend?"Luke's brows furrowed slightly, as if recalling something, and for a moment, an imperceptible hint of sadness crossed his face.Had he dated someone? Was he dumped? Still heartbroken?I thought I might have unintentionally touched a nerve. I wanted to jab at him, but not like this.But then the trace of sadness vanished, and he replied calmly, "Never.""Oh, with your looks, background, a
Listening to Luke's words, I fell into deep thought. He was right; the reason his words stung was that they hit exactly where it hurt, exposing the vulnerabilities I didn’t want to face. These days, I had been vaguely avoiding my own foolishness, blaming everything on Max’s cruelty and malice. But to end up where I am now, can I blame only Max? Don’t I bear some responsibility too?One of human nature's flaws is the reluctance to accept criticism. We always believe we are right and make excuses to justify ourselves. Often, sharp remarks don’t just reveal the truth; they tear into our fragile and self-pitying pride.Max and I had been together for seven years. If I was deceived by a bad man for seven years without noticing, wasn’t I being foolish?The most absurd part is that when my father warned me that I didn’t really know Max, I instinctively thought he meant Max’s background wasn’t good enough for our family. I forgot what a noble person my father is! How could he care about s
Seeing my hesitation, Luke interjected, "I promised Wendy I would help you. I've made that promise to her...""A promise is a promise; I've heard you say that twice already," I interrupted.Luke nodded seriously. "Exactly, so don't worry. If you want to talk, I am here to listen.""I can tell you," I sighed, trying to sound casual. "It's not really a big deal."Luke watched me quietly, patiently waiting for me to speak.So, I divulged everything—how Max drugged me, resulting in the death of our baby, and how he had taken out a substantial insurance policy early on.I thought I was composed enough, but as I spoke, particularly about the tragic death of the baby, I couldn't help but well up with tears. I didn't want to appear weak, so I tried to keep my eyes wide open, holding back the tears and the sting in my nose. Smiling through my tears, I asked Luke, "Luke, I know I am foolish for loving a jerk for so many years. But... why did Max have to do this to me?"My voice was hoarse
Honestly, when I heard Luke's words, I was deeply touched me. We didn't interact much, but his affirmation—, whether out of politeness or genuine comfort—, truly consoled me atin that moment."Thank you for your kind words," I said with a faint smile."No need. I was just..." Luke seemed a bit uncomfortable, his tone cold,. "I was just speaking the truth."I smiled silently, thinking, please don't strain yourself trying to comfort me, you look too troubled!Suddenly, Luke frowned and said seriously, "Jen, although you like hearing nice things, your crying and laughing face is really not that attractive.""...""Sorry, I'm just... speaking the truth," Luke said.I knew it, he should just keep quiet.After that, Luke and I walked in silence for a while.Eventually, Luke asked, "Jen, have you ever heard a story?""Hmm? What story?""It's a story I stumbled upon when I was a child. I don't remember which book it was from, but the story stuck with me."Luke said, "The story goes
In the past, whenever I had a problem at home, I would always panic and run to my dad, asking, "Dad, what do I do? How do I handle this?"He would respond, "Jen, in all situations, stay calm. Being frantic won't help."Reflecting on this, I felt a pang of sorrow, as if my father's presence was still with me.I looked at Luke and asked, "Luke, my dad had another favorite saying. Do you know what it is?"Luke raised an eyebrow and confidently replied, "Of course."We spoke almost simultaneously:"Accept good fortune without excessive joy; face adversity without fear; enjoy peace without indulgence; confront danger without panic. A person who can remain calm amidst turmoil is deserving of the utmost respect."After we finished, Luke and I exchanged a smile.When Luke smiles, he looks very attractive. It's a stark contrast to his usual cold and distant demeanor. How do novels describe it? As gentle as a spring breeze in February? A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day?I thought, if he