But truly, Max has a beautifully sculpted face. That's exactly why I fell for him at first sight. I can still vividly recall the moment he walked out from under the dappled sunlight, surrounded by camphor trees. He was wearing a white shirt and had bright eyes and perfect teeth, smiling at me.That electrifying moment—I have to admit, 95% of it was because he was so handsome. Wendy would always tease me, saying it wasn't love at first sight, but rather lust at first sight.However, today, as I look at this still handsome face, all I feel is disgust. When someone's heart is filthy and cruel, no matter how good-looking they are, they become hideous and terrifying, causing deep revulsion."Honey, you can't judge me solely based on her side of the story, can you? She's bitter about being dumped and wants to ruin our marriage. She's plotting against us!" Max pleaded, his face flushed with desperation. "Honey, please, believe me.""Max, if there weren't any cracks in our relationship, wo
"Honey, I swear, I've always been faithful to you and our marriage. When Cindy expressed her interest in me, I immediately stopped going out to dinner with her. I made it clear that I was married, in love with my wife, and had no intentions of having an affair. Cindy said, fine, she wouldn't bother me anymore. She actually disappeared for a while and didn't message me at all. However, that night at the bar, she unexpectedly approached me, explaining that she had just returned from abroad and hadn't anticipated running into me.""Noticing that I was in a bad mood, Cindy joined me for a few drinks, claiming that we were just old friends catching up. I started venting my frustrations after consuming too much alcohol. I ended up blacking out... I don't even remember how we ended up at the hotel together.""When I woke up the next morning, she was lying next to me, naked. My head was pounding, and I couldn't recall anything from the previous night. I had no idea if anything had happened b
According to Max, Cindy called him that night, which happened to be our anniversary.I remember it clearly. Max always went the extra mile for special occasions like our anniversary, birthdays, and Valentine's Day. Even when finances were tight, he never skipped the rituals. He would either buy me flowers, small gifts, or prepare a candlelight dinner. Sometimes, he would even make handmade items like pottery mugs or knitted stuffed animals.Those knitted toys, especially, were such a thoughtful gesture. Not many men would go to such lengths!Max's skills were impressive, right? Most guys wouldn't put in that much effort!On that particular night, Max had bought ribeye steaks to cook a romantic candlelight dinner at home. He had just finished preparing the steaks when his phone rang. I was in the living room, eating fruit and watching TV. I overheard him politely answering, "Hello, this is Max."I couldn't make out the rest of the conversation clearly, but I heard a lot of "uh-huh"
Max claimed that Cindy had compromising videos and photos of them together in bed, as well as evidence of their hotel stay. He was worried that Cindy would lose control and confront me, causing chaos. Therefore, he felt compelled to comply with Cindy's demands and go out to dinner with her.In other words, he felt forced into it—like a helpless victim.I remember that night vividly. As soon as Max received that phone call, he didn't even have time to cook the steak. He explained that there was an urgent matter with a client and he had to leave immediately.Knowing Max to be meticulous and responsible, with a serious approach to his work, I sympathetically told him to go, assuring him that everything would be fine. Our connection was so strong that every day felt like a celebration of love to me.Max kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're the best, honey. Marrying you is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me."Playfully, I responded, "Well then, you better treat me even bet
"It was she who seduced me, but I admit, I lacked self-control! In that situation, I should have walked away, but Cindy... Honey, men have desires. I don't deny that. Cindy knows how to push those buttons. She's had many boyfriends and grew up abroad, so she's very skilled at seducing men... I lost control and crossed the line. I admit, not controlling my desires was my fault, and I deserve the blame."Max's main point here was to convey that he made a mistake that any man could make.I scoffed and replied, "People have desires, but only animals can't control them and pounce on any opportunity."Max was speechless.I took a deep breath and said, "Keep going. That's not the main issue. Max, what's the deal with the five million dollars?"Max explained that the next morning, Cindy had a five million dollar check ready for him."She apologized, saying she was in a bad mood last night and tricked me into going out. Then she handed me the check, saying she knew my company was struggli
"At that moment, I realized Cindy wasn't joking. She was really parked outside our neighborhood, and her threats were not just empty words," Max continued, his voice trembling. "If I didn't do what she wanted, she would tell you everything about our affair.""Honey, at that time, you weren't well. I couldn't let you find out about any of this. Plus, I couldn't get a five million loan from the bank. I thought I could just appease Cindy for the time being... She's a rich heiress; she could have any man she wanted. I figured she'd get bored of me eventually. I was just a temporary distraction for her."I watched Max perform his little drama, feeling cold and detached.Really, nothing surprised me anymore.Max said he took the money to settle the debts with his client but didn't want to accept Cindy's money for free, so he signed a loan agreement with interest. Cindy laughed at him for being so formal, but his pride couldn't handle the idea of being a sugarbaby. He settled the debt, bu
I suspected that Cindy had indeed said those things to Max. Given her lack of shame when confronting me, it came as no surprise that she could stoop to such levels.Curious, I asked Max, "So, how did you respond to Cindy?"Max replied, "Honestly, honey, I was scared... but I have to admit, the affair was thrilling. However, it also filled me with guilt. I was actually relieved when you became pregnant and the doctor advised against intimacy due to the risks. Otherwise, how could I face you, let alone engage in intimacy?"In that moment, I felt genuine gratitude towards him. Just the thought of him having sex with me after he was in bed with her made me feel sick!Luckily, we never had any intimate moments after that."Sometimes, Cindy would curl up in my arms and look at me. When our eyes met, it would remind me of the night I proposed to you and the way you gazed at me. Honey, that look was pure love, something only a deeply in love person would show. In that moment, I felt both
Wow, Max had managed to cleverly explain away all the inappropriate things he said in the video, seamlessly tying everything together. He portrayed himself as the innocent victim, crushed by Cindy's manipulations. I was almost tempted to applaud his performance.But now, here comes the crucial point."Honey, ever since you found out about Cindy and me, I completely cut ties with her. I made it clear to her that since you knew everything, I no longer feared her threats. I even warned her that I would involve her father to resolve the situation if she didn't back off. It seems that Cindy is truly afraid of her dad because she has backed off for a while. During our confrontation, she coldly laughed and accused me of being ruthless."Max raised his hand, as if taking an oath, and pleaded desperately, "I truly haven't been in contact with her. She's the one harassing me. Honey, you have to believe me now. Don't fall into Cindy's trap. She can't stand to see us happy and wants to destroy
We both knew how we felt about each other, but neither of us made the first move to confess.“I gave birth to him in circumstances I couldn’t control,” Molly said, her hands tightly clutching her cup, fingers unconsciously tracing its edge. “I used to think about fighting back against the people who hurt me, but reality forced me to wake up. I couldn’t afford to lose everything.”She hesitated, her gaze dropping. “There are things from back then that I just can’t bring myself to tell him.”When I arranged for Luke and Molly to spend some time alone, the two of them mostly sat in silence.“Mrs. Walker couldn’t have children for years after her marriage. Luke was just a tool to help her secure her place in the family,” Molly explained.Mr. Walker was handsome, wealthy, and from a good family. After getting married, women constantly threw themselves at him. According to the information Wendy had dug up, Landon didn’t exactly push them away.In such a situation, Mrs. Walker, Ashleigh
Molly poured four glasses of juice and sat across from Luke.She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.I gave Ian a quick look.Ian took a sip of his juice and said, “Miss, the juice is sweet and sour—it’s so good!”“Drink it up, and I’ll pour you some more,” Molly offered.Luke interjected, “It’s almost time to rest. Don’t drink too much juice.”“I’m sorry, I don’t have experience taking care of kids,” Molly said, lowering her head. After a pause, she quietly repeated, “I’m sorry.”She was probably thinking of Luke as a baby.I clutched my stomach, pretending to wince. “Excuse me, Molly. My stomach hurts; I need to head back to my room.”As I stood, I grabbed Ian’s wrist.Ian caught on quickly. “Jen is a girl. She’ll get scared going back alone—I have to go with her.”Not giving Luke a chance to respond, I opened the door and said, “Mr. Walker, you stay and chat with Molly. Ian and I will be back in a bit.”In the hallway, Ian looked thoug
Molly wasn’t the type to make things difficult for others. She didn’t give the hotel manager a hard time.After the staff left, Molly turned to thank Luke and me. “Thank you for staying with me and helping me handle this.”Luke glanced at her but didn’t say anything.The silence grew awkward, so I quickly broke it. “You don’t have to thank us. We didn’t really do much.”“Would you like to come in and sit for a while?” Molly invited us into her room.Before either of us could respond, Ian, who’d been holding back his excitement, eagerly chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go!”I sighed internally.Molly finally noticed the little one in Luke’s arms. “And who’s this?”“I’m Ian Lloyd,” he introduced himself cheerfully.But the moment he got a good look at Molly’s face, he let out a small “Huh?” and then turned to look at Luke.Luke frowned slightly, and their eyes met—a silent understanding passing between them. Ian immediately shut his mouth and swallowed whatever he’d been about to sa
Five hours later, we arrived in Sharonville.Before the trip, Luke had everything arranged. After landing, we took a car to the hotel he’d booked in advance.In the hotel lobby, we ran into Molly. She was walking with two middle-aged men in sharp suits, smiling as she chatted with them.When her eyes met Luke’s, her smile froze for a moment, then slowly softened as she stared at him without blinking.Luke didn’t acknowledge her. He walked right past, brushing by her shoulder as though she wasn’t there. From the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes redden.The two men exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. That night, however, they sent two young, handsome men to Molly’s room.Our room was on the same floor as Molly’s. After dinner out, we returned to the hotel and saw her standing at her door with the two young men.Their faces were powdered with heavy makeup, and they looked eager to please, practically glued to her.My thoughts immediately took a less innocent turn.Luke co
Amy messaging me at this hour was probably another complaint about other agencies trying to poach her, or how stressed she was about it all.The underlying message? She wanted me to contact Mr. Lloyd to secure better resources for her—a thinly veiled threat, essentially.Since several popular artists left One Entertainment, the company’s resources had started to dwindle.Mr. Lloyd’s return wasn’t just because of his love for acting. He also wanted to support the company’s artists, giving them more opportunities to shine.Amy had already begun to stand out. If she simply focused on honing her craft and stayed patient, she’d get her share of the spotlight.When Mr. Lloyd founded the company, his goal was to grow it into a powerhouse that protected its artists. Now, he had adopted a more laid-back approach: if an artist wanted to leave, they just needed to pay the penalty fee.Amy’s tactics wouldn’t change anything.I went back to reading my book.My phone buzzed again, and I ass
Mr. Lloyd's words carried a hint of reassurance for me.“Jen, Uncle asked me to create a travel itinerary!”Luke had been telling Ian lots of stories about Sharonville, and Ian had also looked up a ton of information online. He now knew every street in the city and how many shops were on each one.Carefully folding his sweaters, Ian placed them neatly into his suitcase, which was decorated with a cheerful Doraemon sticker.“I’m really looking forward to your travel guide, Ian!”“I’ve already finished most of it!” Ian was a serious little worker who never did things half-heartedly. If he said it was nearly done, he was probably putting on the finishing touches.I praised him warmly.“Jen, since the three of us are traveling together, we need to consider everyone’s preferences and suggestions.”“So, you want to get my input to finalize it?”“Exactly.”“Well, wherever you want to go is where I want to go. This trip, I’ll leave the planning to you.”Luke had work to handle in Shar
For the past few days, Luke has been picking me up and dropping me off at work.Reporters often linger outside One Entertainment, and it took a lot of effort for rumors about me and Luke to die down. I didn’t want them to resurface.Luke understood my concerns, so he always parked his car a block away from the company. Once he sent me a message, I’d grab Ian and head over.That evening, Luke prepared another full table of dishes for dinner.Ever since things thawed between us, I hadn’t said much during meals, but the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.“She’s already in Sharonville,” Luke said.“Hasn’t she been out of the country for years? Will she be safe there alone?”He was talking about Molly.The Walker family has been a prominent family in Sharonville for generations, with deep-rooted connections and influence. Mrs. Walker is a respected figure, and many people in Sharonville owe her favors. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone decided to teach Molly a lesson on
I watched the behind-the-scenes footage, and Mr. Lloyd looked great. After stepping out of the spotlight for a few years, his demeanor has become even more composed and sophisticated, perfectly matching the calm and collected surgeon he portrays in the show.“He’s as brilliant as ever,” Beatrice said, her eyes filled with admiration. “As long as the co-stars hold their ground, this show is bound to be a hit.”“He has an exceptional eye for picking scripts,” she added, her gaze glued to the screen.I didn’t interrupt her. Instead, I got up and went to the kitchen to check on Ian’s progress.For someone so young, Ian took everything seriously. Standing on a small stool to make up for his height, he carefully worked on brewing coffee, his movements precise and methodical.“Waiter Number One, Ian Lloyd, at your service. Your oat latte will be ready soon,” he announced cheekily.I laughed at his playful tone and played along. “Waiter Number Two will now deliver orange juice to Mr. Ian
While Beatrice chatted with Ian, I brought the gifts to the living room."You're too kind, Ms. Middleton.""Ian bought these with his pocket money."I winked at Ian.He caught on quickly, nodding.Beatrice warmly invited me to sit.Fresh fruit and two plates of nuts were on the coffee table.She placed a fruit bowl before me. "Yesterday's blueberries are fresh—crisp and sweet."The large blueberries were covered in bloom. I took one and made space for Beatrice."What would you like? Coffee or juice?""Fresh orange juice for me, and Jen likes oat milk latte," Ian said, playing with a doll, squishing its face into different shapes.Suddenly remembering our earlier conversation, he dropped the doll and ran to the kitchen. "I've learned lots from Jen. I can make juice and coffee!"Beatrice praised him: "How impressive!"She started toward the kitchen, concerned.I held her arm. "Ian's a quick learner. He does everything properly. We can trust him.""He gets along so well wit