I stepped out of the bathroom, my heart still heavy, and headed toward the courtyard instead of returning to the box. The cool air was a welcome relief as I lingered by a small, deserted rockery, trying to collect my thoughts. I tilted my head up, searching the hazy night sky, but the city lights had swallowed every star. Even the sky felt distant and empty.I barely had a moment to breathe when an all-too-familiar voice grated behind me."Zelda Liamson? Why are you here?"I turned slowly, and there stood Susan Wenger, her hand entwined with Hellen Ferguson’s, both looking like a perfect picture of familial bliss. They stood just steps away, Susan playing her role flawlessly as the dutiful daughter.My chest tightened, but I kept my expression neutral. I had come outside because I overheard Susan saying she was leaving, hoping to avoid exactly this kind of encounter. If I had known I’d run into them anyway, I would have messaged Nan Xing and left.I nodded politely to Hellen, my voice
JamesI didn’t know how long I had been standing there, watching her struggle, her body jerking as she tried to pull free. The scene stirred something dark inside me, a tightening anger that I hadn’t expected—anger that boiled when her captor yanked her arm and smirked.She slapped him. The sound echoed sharp and clear.Bang!For a brief moment, I admired her spirit. But then his face twisted with rage, and I saw the slap he was about to return."You dare to hit me? I’ll show you manners, you little—"The man’s hand flew, and she closed her eyes.I was there before the strike landed.Her eyes snapped open when the middle-aged man let out a strangled scream. I had his arm twisted at an angle no arm was meant to endure. My face remained blank, but my grip turned his bones to lead."Let me go! I…"I ignored him. The pressure built until he buckled, and then I kicked him.Bang!He hit the wall, crumpling to the floor.When the man who had stolen her phone moved, I raised my hand, palm ope
The weight of James's wedding ring caught my gaze, a band he once refused to wear but now seemed glued to his hand just as we approached the end of our marriage.Why now? My heart trembled, a stone thrown into a pool, rippling with thoughts I didn’t want to acknowledge.He pulled his hand away suddenly, the warmth of his touch replaced by the chill of his words."Don’t overthink it. I just forgot to take it off."His explanation froze the brief flicker of emotion that had stirred within me. I forced a stiff smile, ignoring the ache in my chest."Then let me help you take it off."I reached for his hand again, determined, but he frowned, his voice sharp with irritation. "I’m driving. Stop distracting me."I bit my lip and glanced at his profile—hard, unyielding. Yet, my mind drifted to the night he first wore that ring.It had been over three months since our wedding. He had just returned from a trip abroad. That evening, I had burst into his study, excitement bubbling in my chest."Ja
Hellen Ferguson’s voice cut into me, sharp and full of disdain. "You think you can raise thirty million on your own? Zelda Liamson, you're really something. Playing the humble wife while scheming to cling to the Ferguson family forever."Her words stung like needles, but I kept my face calm. I wasn’t going to let her see the cracks she was trying to make in my composure. She had always seen me as nothing more than an opportunist, a parasite.To her, I was a sparrow who had dared to perch too high, a woman who had no place in James Ferguson’s world.“I’ve already signed the divorce agreement,” I said steadily. “I have every intention of leaving.”Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Swear it.”A faint smile tugged at my lips. “Believe me or don’t. I’m not here to convince you.” My voice was steady, but my heart raced. “I came to check on Xander. If we’re done, I’ll be leaving.”I turned to go, but her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.“No,” she sneered. “You won’t swear because you’re
ZeldaWhen I stepped out of the elevator, I kept my head high and my back straight. My face had settled into calm, composed lines, but the ache in my heart throbbed with each step. I was grateful I hadn’t cried. Not in front of Hellen Ferguson. Not in front of him.The weight of everything—sleepless nights, endless work, and the quiet, constant pull of fatigue from carrying a life within me—pressed down on my shoulders. Four or five hours of rest was all I allowed myself these days. Still, despite the exhaustion, warmth flickered within me. A quiet pride.I was making progress. I would collect the thirty million, repay it to James Ferguson, and sever every last tie with the Ferguson family.Soon, I would be free. Free to just be me, without debt or obligation.I took a deep breath, the cool air calming my racing heart. I smiled to myself, ready to keep walking forward. But then I saw them.Susan Wenger and Mrs Wenger.They moved toward me with that same familiar air of self-importance
It was clearly a man whose face I had admired for years and whom I had resolved to drive out of my heart, but every time I saw him, my heartstrings were always tugged at.I attributed this throbbing to the sadness of being obsessed with looks.I was about to force myself to look away when I suddenly heard a splash into the water.My heart stopped. Madam Ferguson had been walking toward the pool just moments earlier.Could she have fallen in?I felt a jolt of panic as I moved to rush toward the water, but before I could take another step, Tian appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm."Madam, please be patient. The old lady won’t let you go out," she whispered urgently.I froze confusion and worry tangling inside me.Then I heard it—Grandma’s panicked cries coming from the far side of the pool."Hurry! Someone come! Help!"The words rang out like an alarm, sharp and urgent.James Ferguson, who had been walking nearby, clearly heard the commotion. His head snapped up, and before I cou
JamesThe moment I held her, everything in me tightened with a pain I couldn’t shake. The warmth of her tears seared my skin, burning hotter than fire, branding guilt deep into my soul.I had never known fear like I felt watching that video. My grandmother had sent it to me before I came here.The images played over in my mind, relentless, cruel.The chaos at the Wenger family's pool… I had carried Susan Wenger in my arms while she—the one person who mattered most—sank beneath the surface, quiet, unseen. The water had been still for far too long before Yuell finally dove in.The sight of her pale face as he dragged her to shore haunted me. I could almost feel her lifeless weight, her lips colourless, her chest unmoving until he forced breath back into her lungs.She could have died.And I didn’t even know.I gripped her tighter, pressing her trembling body into mine, wishing I could merge us together to shield her from the torment I had caused. Her tears soaked my chest, a flood of so
JamesAs she let go of the handle and pulled out her phone, I already knew what she was going to do. It didn’t take more than a swift reach for me to pluck the device from her fingers. She blinked up at me, startled, her brows furrowing."Is it so intolerable to stay with me?" I asked, my voice calm despite the heaviness in my chest.Her immediate, forced smile stung more than I wanted to admit."No."I knew a lie when I heard one. I felt it in the way she averted her eyes and in the forced curve of her lips. Her denial only deepened the ache sitting heavy in my throat, but I swallowed it down and kept my tone steady."Call her later," I said. "Even if you try now, Grandma won’t open the door."She hesitated before nodding.A silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I stood there, still wrapped in a loose bathrobe, my hair damp, droplets trailing down my skin. Her gaze flicked away, as if even looking at
JamesThe abrupt silence of the phone call echoed in the sterile hospital corridor, a small, yet jarring disruption to the otherwise clinical atmosphere.I stared at the dark screen, a faint frown creasing my brow.From the window beside me, the emergency entrance was visible, a flurry of activity. A moment ago, I could have sworn I saw a familiar figure being carried inside. A woman, her face obscured, but something about her…Zelda.But no, it couldn't be. She was at the old house, safe. She wouldn't be here. She wouldn't… hang up on me.Why wouldn't she answer? Was she still angry about lunch? I’d been detained at the office, an urgent matter that couldn’t be postponed. She knew I hated breaking promises, especially to her."James, my mother has woken up and asked me to come out and call you."The sound of my given name, rarely used, snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see my cousin, her expr
ZeldaThe phone screen mocked me, a digital window into a reality I desperately didn't want to see.Susan's words, laced with venomous glee, echoed in my ears."Is that your husband?" As if she had any right to speak his name.My hands trembled, a mix of rage and a bone-deep dread. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't. Not with her watching, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction."Sister, are you afraid to answer it?" Her voice was a saccharine mockery.I snapped. The phone went dark, and the scalding coffee followed, a desperate, futile attempt to silence the truth she was trying to force down my throat."Zelda Liamson, you are mad!" She screamed, the hot liquid dripping down her face.Mad? I was beyond mad. I was unravelling."Don't be ungrateful and repay kindness with hatred!" She spat her words with a bitter, ironic twist.Kindness? Did she call this kindness? This tearing apart of my life, this shattering o
ZeldaI watched Susan’s mouth move, the words blurring into a meaningless drone. My mind was reeling, a montage of memories flashing before my eyes. Yes, a small voice whispered, nothing in this world is free.I remembered that snowy night, the young James carrying me into the Ferguson mansion. He’d personally coaxed me that night, cleaned the grime from my body, and tended to my wounds. He’d spoken softly and offered me a piece of orange candy. I’d thought I was lucky, that I’d somehow caught his eye, and earned his favour.But I’d forgotten… James wasn’t compassionate.He was aloof, cold, unapproachable. And he had mysophobia! Why would he, of all people, lower himself to care for a filthy, bloodied child unless… unless there was a reason?And now, the reason was staring me in the face, cruel and devastating. I closed my eyes, trying to shield myself from the wave of bitterness and pain threatening to engulf me. I wouldn’t give Susan the satisfaction of seeing me break.“Are you fin
My good mood vanished, replaced by a chilling premonition. Even though the number was unknown, I knew it was Susan. I frowned, ready to block it, but another photo arrived. Annoyed, I almost swiped it away, but my finger slipped, enlarging the image. My heart lurchedIt was a surreptitious shot, clearly taken on a plane. The man, only half his face visible, sat with a sleeping woman leaning against his shoulder. The woman’s face was obscured, but her long, thick, curly hair suggested youth and beauty. She was nestled against him, asleep, while he gazed at her with… tenderness.The picture was beautiful, and evocative. If the man wasn’t my husband, the man who’d promised to be home for lunch, I might have even called it romantic.My fingers went numb. I could feel the blood draining from my face as I swiped the photo away. Then, more texts from Susan:[You should recognize that this is James Ferguson's private plane. Idiot, this woman is the one he really brought back to the country an
ZeldaLilian Wenger's red eyes and embarrassed flush were hard to ignore. She’s a dancer of some renown, and those in the arts often possess a certain nobility. But the comfortable life she was accustomed to was clearly weighing on her, the thought of losing it all outweighing any sense of shame.I never expected Susan to still be lying to her parents, still clinging to the fiction that James is her child’s father. My brow furrowed.“Please?” I prompted.“James has stopped investing in the Wenger family. It was agreed upon, but he’s cut us off without warning. Our funding has dried up…” This was news to me.James hadn’t breathed a word of it.“Zee, for your grandmother’s sake, you can’t just stand by and watch the Wenger family crumble. Grandma and Grandpa built that business.”Grandmother Wenger passed away when I was five. My memories are hazy, but I remember her warmth and her adoration. It’s undeniable that my adoption by the Fergusons was tied to my connection to the Wenger famil
ZeldaI woke up in the big bed at the Mansion, disoriented. The last thing I remembered was being in the car with James, the argument hanging heavy in the air. I looked down. My clothes had been changed. They were clean and fresh. Aunt Jiang, no doubt.My lips felt strange, a little sore, with a faint medicinal scent, like antiseptic. Someone had been… cleaning them? The thought made me uneasy.Aunt Jiang bustled in.“Madam, you’re finally awake! I’ve been to check on you twice. Breakfast is ready. Please eat quickly, so you can take it to your husband.”“How did I get home last night?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.“Mr. Ferguson carried you back himself, Madam. He took care of you all night before returning to the hospital. He wouldn’t let me help. I don’t know if his wound reopened. He looked so worried. His face was so pale when he left…”My brow furrowed. Guilt, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Aunt Jiang’s words painted a picture of James, concerned and carin
ZeldaA prickling sensation crawled up my spine. Something was wrong. As the man reached for me, I reacted instinctively, swinging my bag and hitting him squarely in the face.“Someone, help! Help!” I yelled, my voice ringing out across the crowded club.The commotion drew attention, but the two men were quick. One grabbed the woman in the red dress, while the other wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.“Baby, stop making trouble,” he said loudly, his voice dripping with false concern. “Let’s not quarrel, okay? It’s all my fault! Sorry, my wife drank too much…”He was trying to drag me away, to make it look like a lovers’ spat.Panic clawed at me. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that the people I’d hoped would notice were buying his act, turning back to their dancing.“I’m gay!” I shouted, desperation giving my voice an edge. “Let me and my wife go! We’re a couple! We don’t even know you!”I struggled against his grip, trying to reach the woman in the red dress. “Let
ZeldaMy heart plummeted. James… he’d lied. Deliberately.The thought echoed in my mind, a cold, sharp shard of ice. He’d manufactured this whole injury, just to manipulate me, just for the baby. The same way Hellen Ferguson only cared about the child, not about… me.The realization stung, leaving me feeling foolish and betrayed.My legs had gone numb. I hadn’t even noticed the bodyguards leaving. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees, trying to contain the rising panic. After what felt like an eternity, I forced myself to stand. I clutched the incubator, a fragile shield against the truth, and walked to his ward. I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.But as I cracked open the door, their voices drifted out, stopping me cold.“Brother has succeeded in wooing his wife? Didn’t little Zelda Liamson cry and make a fuss before, insisting on getting a divorce and going abroad?” Miguel’s voice was laced with that familiar, subtle mockery.Then Yuell Qing’s laughter was sharp
ZeldaI blinked, realizing just how cunning James really was. He hadn't explicitly said anything about cancelling the divorce, but he’d subtly manoeuvred me into this position. Unbelievable.I puffed out my cheeks."You wish! I can't even count the ways you've made me unhappy. I'm only staying temporarily because of Little One, and because your injury is partly my fault! Don't think you've won me over that easily. You're just an…apprentice husband at best!""Apprentice husband?" James raised an eyebrow.I nodded firmly. "Don't you understand? Like the interns at Ferguson's. You're on probation. Less than a month. If your performance is satisfactory, I'll consider things. But if it's not…Mr. Ferguson should be very clear on the process, right?"He was silent for a moment, then I narrowed my eyes."Do you have any objections?“He clicked his tongue, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then perhaps Mrs. Ferguson could enlighten me on the criteria for this…internship? What requirements must