Despite the chill in the room, an air of unrest and despondency persisted. Valentine Anderson stood by the wall, his distinctively curly hair and pointed nose giving him a handsome yet troubled appearance. Despite his good looks, his face bore a darkness, with furrowed lines creasing his forehead. As he gazed at Andrea Singers who was sitting on the bed, barely gripping the pen, his disgust only deepened."How much longer will you stubbornly refuse to sign the divorce papers, ugly fatty? I don't love you anymore, and haven't you had enough of my infidelity?" Valentine Anderson's voice carried an edge of anger as he addressed Andrea Singers.Gone were the days of endearing names; instead, the mention of divorce had become a frequent occurrence, yet Andrea Singers remained steadfast in her resistance. Valentine had even gone so far as to bring his mistress, Rose Ferguson, into their marital bed in an attempt to disgust Andrea into agreement, but still, she resisted.Andrea Singers looke
The taxi driver caught up in the difficulties of surviving the economic meltdown in Vegas, didn't have the luxury of time to listen to to Mrs. Anderson scolding her daughter-in-law."Madam, if you have the money, please pay me," the driver interjected, cutting through the tension.Mrs. Anderson shot Andrea a look of contempt before settling the transport fare with the driver. Then, she turned to her neighbour, forced a smile, and addressed her, "Mrs. Wilshire, I will come to your home in the evening."With that, Mrs. Anderson dismissed the neighbour.Mrs. Anderson turned sharply to Andrea Singers, fixing her with a piercing gaze that seemed to cmonvey a desire to consume her whole. Her lips curled in a sneer as she spoke, "Andrea Singers, I fail to comprehend what my son sees in you. You are overweight, unattractive, and sorely lacking in the grace expected of a president's wife. Do you truly believe yourself worthy of my son?"In a flustered state, Andrea Singers hastily replied, "Mo
The scorching summer sun beat down relentlessly, and when the security doorman refused to let Andrea Singers into the building, she settled down by the door to wait. As time passed, her movements became sluggish, and exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, lulling her into a deep, drowsy state.Benita grew increasingly incensed as Andrea continued to doze by the entrance to the store.She thought Andrea was intentionally causing a disturbance."Benny, even if you don't consider her your sister-in-law, she's still your brother's wife; you can't let her sleep outside like that. People will start gossiping about it," one of Benita's friends cautioned.Benita's expression darkened.She was about to offer a sharp reply when her phone suddenly began to ring. Her heart sank as she glanced at the caller ID, causing her to hesitate before answering the call.The angry voice of Valentine came from the phone's speaker, "Benny, have you lost your mind? How could you allow my wife to sleep outside yo
An uncomfortable silence filled the ward as Andrea Singers hurriedly left without acknowledging the handsome middle-aged man and his companion who brought her to the hospital.The doctor, wearing a doubtful expression, began, "Mr. Singers..." But before he could finish what he wanted to say, the middle-aged man interjected, "Thank you for looking after my wife." The doctor nodded his eyebrows furrowed in contemplation, Mr. Singers quickly departed the ward with his assistant.As they exited the ward, the scent of disinfectant assaulted their nostrils."Mr. Singers, why didn't you correct the assumption of the doctor that the woman isn't your wife?" inquired his assistant.Mr. Singers responded calmly, his expression unreadable. "Tony, If she isn't already my wife, she will be. Investigate her for me; I want to know everything about her."Mr. Singers' assistant was dismayed by his boss's decision to marry a woman he considered unattractive and unworthy. "Boss, why her? She's not prett
"Andrea, if you think a cheap lie will make me reconsider divorcing you, then you're mistaken. Even if you are pregnant, it won't change my decision," Valentine Anderson stated coldly, his disappointment evident on his face. He was very angry Andrea was trying to deceive him with a cheap lie.Andrea grew increasingly anxious and flustered as she explained, "I'm not lying, dear. I am really pregnant. I was taken to the hospital, and the doctor confirmed it. My weight gain is because I'm pregnant."Valentine's expression darkened further as he listened, his patience wearing thin. Finally, he exploded with rage, his eyes flashing and his jaw clenched. "Enough!"Andrea shuddered in fear as her body trembled.Valentine Anderson shot a stern look at Andrea and said, "Andrea, if you continue to resist signing the divorce papers, I will have no choice but to take our case to court. You leave me no option."Andrea's heart sank. She couldn't believe Valentine was so determined to end their mar
Mr. Singers let out a wistful sigh before replying, "Because you remind me of my daughter and my wife."Observing the furrowed brows and distant gaze of Mr. Singers, Andrea realized that her question had stirred up painful memories for him."I'm sorry," she murmured, bowing her head apologetically."If you truly regret it, then please demonstrate your sincerity by signing these papers," Mr. Singers suggested with a gentle smile.Andrea gazed at him intently for a moment before mustering the courage to ask, "Would you be willing to assist me in seeking revenge against those who have wronged me deeply?"Nervously clutching the pen in her hand, Andrea began signing the documents without hesitation the instant Mr. Singers gave a nod.Once she finished signing, Mr. Singers gently reminded her, "You didn't read the documents.""I have faith in you," Andrea replied resolutely.Mr. Singers was momentarily taken aback, his expression transforming into a subtle smile."Mrs. Singers, I am going
In the grand ballroom, all the guests were seated except Valentine Anderson, whose eyes were fixed on Mr. Singers and Andrea. Andrea looked stunning in her elegant attire, with perfectly styled hair exuding glamour.Although not as radiant as she once was before gaining weight, her beauty still shone through."Please sit down, Valentine. Everyone is staring at you," Rose Ferguson whispered to him in embarrassment, pulling his arm gently.Feeling the weight of the collective gaze upon him, Valentine reluctantly took his seat. His discomfort and restlessness grew as he watched Andrea and Mr. Singers together.As Andrea held onto Mr. Singer's arm, the pair made their way towards the stage. Despite catching Valentine's sudden movement to stand up, she did not spare him a glance.The guests were taken aback to see Andrea with Mr. Singers; knowing she was Valentine's ex-wife, a hush fell over the bouquet hall as they refrained from speaking out due to Mr. Singers' prominent status.Guiding
Mr. Singers, observing tears streaming down Andrea's face, approached her and enveloped her in a comforting embrace. "You don't have to be strong. It's okay to cry or scream if you need to. Don't suppress your emotions," he advised gently.As soon as he finished speaking, Andrea clung to him tightly, releasing her pent-up emotions in sobs. However, Mr. Singers' expression turned stern, his features hardening as he furrowed his brow.After letting out her feelings, Andrea pulled back from the hug, wiped away her tears hastily, and realized that Mr. Singers was now her husband. She couldn't afford to dwell on her ex-husband's memory in his presence."I'm sorry," she murmured apologetically, attempting to dry her tear-streaked face."I understand what you're going through," Mr. Singers replied calmly, handing her his handkerchief. "Wipe your tears," he instructed gently.Andrea lifted her gaze, her expression filled with uncertainty as she regarded him. How could there exist a man like h
When Andrea and Valentine Anderson saw Pete holding hands with Agatha as they walked into the church, Andrea was pleasantly surprised, while Valentine Anderson was shocked.The guests whispered among themselves, trying to understand what was happening.Valentine was shocked because he knew how many men he had stationed where he had hidden Pete.Valentine's gaze fell on Lucas Anderson, whose clothes were ripped, trousers dirty, and head messy, his entire body almost covered in dust. Valentine realized who had rescued Pete, and his eyes burned with anger."Pete!" Andrea cried out in surprise and joy, tears rolling down her cheeks. She took a step forward, trying to climb down from the altar, but Valentine Anderson stretched out his arm and grabbed her, forcefully pulling her to himself. He took out a gun, holding Andrea hostage."Don't move, or she will die!" Valentine Anderson roared in rage, his eyes bloodshot. Why is it so hard to complete their wedding vows again? he thought in dism
Seeing this, Andrea was shocked and deeply disappointed. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as tears streamed down her face. Her lips trembled as she asked in disbelief, "Val, you—"She didn't know what to say, feeling suffocated as the air in the room seemed to press down on her. She shut her eyes in pain, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks."Andrea, if you want Pete to stay alive, marry me tomorrow morning. I'll be waiting for you at the church. If you fail to show up, don’t blame me for being ruthless." With that, Valentine Anderson turned on his heel and strode out of the room.Andrea collapsed to the floor, bursting into tears. She couldn't believe that Valentine doubted her. After years of marriage and knowing him, his lack of trust broke her heart.The door creaked open, and Agatha walked in to see Andrea on the floor. She immediately rushed over. "Andrea, get up. We will definitely find Pete and bring him back to you."Andrea shook her head, sobbing dejectedly. "I
Lucas frowned; he hadn't expected Tony to scold him so furiously."Has he been knocked silly by the kick just now?" Lucas pondered.While mulling it over, he retorted coldly, "You've gone insane."After speaking, he turned to re-enter the house, but Tony stubbornly said, "I won't leave until you explain how you are Pete's father."Lucas was irritated by Tony's words, his eyebrows furrowing with impatience. He glared coldly and replied, "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. You’re probably drunk or drugged; that's why you're spouting this nonsense."Lucas didn't take Tony's accusation to heart at all. To him, it was utterly nonsensical and unreasonable.Gritting his teeth with clenched fists, Tony took a step forward, but he didn't rush to attack. He wasn't a masochist and feared another vicious kick from Lucas, whose martial arts skills were too good for him to compete with.Sneering, Tony cursed unhappily, "I'm not drunk. It's you and your family who are drunk and on drugs.
Tony suggested, "Andrea, why don't we go to the hospital and get the results? That might be better."After thinking it over, Andrea agreed. They left the Presidential Hotel and drove to the hospital. When they arrived, Andrea's doctor, Doctor Kone, was already in his office waiting for them."Mrs. Singers, I thought you might not need the DNA test results, but just in case, I kept them safe. Here they are," Doctor Kone said, extending an envelope towards her.With trembling hands, Andrea took it. Nervous, she forgot to thank Doctor Kone and immediately pulled the DNA test slip from the envelope.As she read the paper, her pupils dilated in disbelief. She looked at Doctor Kone, stunned. "Doctor Kone, does this mean they have a father-son relationship?"While Andrea was knowledgeable about the data, nothing seemed to make sense to her.Doctor Kone, who had supervised the test, was aware of the final result. Without hesitation, he confirmed, "Yes, they are father and son."Tony, sitting
Agatha fell silent, pondering over Andrea's words. After a moment of consideration, she asked tentatively, "Andrea, do you want to marry him?"Andrea remained silent for a full minute, seriously contemplating the question. Finally, she shook her head resolutely. "I don't want to."Agatha nodded seriously and began to advise, "If you don't—"Just then, Andrea's secretary opened the door, interrupting their conversation. Both women turned their heads toward her.Realizing her mistake, the secretary quickly spoke up. "Ma'am Andrea, your husband is here to see you, and he sounded very urgent."Andrea was surprised to hear that Valentine had come to the company, as Lucas had never visited while they were living together as husband and wife.Agatha urged Andrea, "Go ahead, I'll finalize what we discussed."Andrea nodded, stood up, and followed her secretary. She saw Valentine sitting in the waiting lounge, his palms covered in bandages. When he saw her, he sprang to his feet, smiling sweetl
Housekeeper Win was taken aback by Tony's sudden anger towards Valentine Anderson, whom he had been promoting. Curious, she asked, "What did Sir Anderson say that made you so angry?"Tony roughly let go of his grip on Valentine, causing him to lose his footing and struggle to stand."Mrs. Win, I will be on my way," Tony replied unhappily, turning around and walking away without looking back.Valentine struggled to his feet. Despite his vision playing tricks on him, he managed to stand and slowly began climbing the staircase. Although Housekeeper Win wanted to help, she was worried about upsetting Valentine further, so she watched helplessly as it took him thirty minutes to climb the staircase.As Valentine staggered towards the bedroom, she sighed ruefully and shook her head in pity, convinced that Andrea had made a poor choice in Valentine.Valentine barged into the bedroom, surprising Andrea, who was sitting on the bed, shocked by his appearance. They had known each other since chil
Valentine Anderson drove directly to the hospital, having already called his personal doctor. Arriving, Doctor Steve was taken aback to see that the man who had just spoken to him on the phone looked different from the Valentine Anderson he remembered."It's me, Steve. I need your help," Valentine said as he noticed Doctor Steve staring at him in silence.Though Doctor Steve was quiet, his mind was racing. He knew Valentine had been a bomb victim, and recent news reports had mentioned him, though Steve had dismissed them as baseless rumors. Now, seeing Valentine looking exactly like the deceased Pascal Willow, he couldn't deny the reality anymore."Let's go to my office," Doctor Steve finally said, snapping out of his thoughts and quickly making a decision.They walked into the office together and sat down, facing each other. "I need you to do a DNA test," Valentine said immediately, impatience clear in his voice. He had no time for small talk or reminiscing; he needed answers about
Since it was revealed that the man who had been posing as Pascal Willow was actually Valentine Anderson from Vegas City. Following this revelation, members of the Willow family have been causing disturbances at the mansion. In response, Margaret Willow has significantly bolstered the security measures.Now, more than twenty checkpoints are set up at the gate, each manned by over fifty armed personnel. The imposing security setup even managed to intimidate Valentine Anderson, who was visibly furious.Valentine Anderson took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and nervously strode forward. To his surprise, he wasn't stopped as he walked into the mansion. He entered through the gate and proceeded straight to the house without being questioned or halted midway.The Willow family's butler was already at the door to welcome him. The middle-aged man smiled kindly at Valentine and said warmly, "Sir Pascal, madam has been expecting you. She is in her study room waiting for you."Valenti
The more Valentine Anderson stared intently at his phone screen, the tighter his grip on the device became. The DNA test analysis at the end revealed he shared only 25% of his DNA with Pete, indicating that he was Pete's uncle rather than his father."Impossible!" he bellowed, startling Housekeeper Win, whose pen slipped and drew a line across the paper she was writing on.Smoke seemed to billow from Valentine's ears as the vein on his forehead bulged with anger. He shoved the phone into his pocket, yanked off his apron, and stormed out of the kitchen, his expression dark.Housekeeper Win was so frightened that she opened her mouth several times to ask what was wrong but couldn't utter a word. Anxious and afraid he might head to Pete or Andrea's room to hurt one of them, she quickly followed him.But her fears were unfounded. Valentine Anderson walked out of the house, got into his car, and drove away from the Singer Mansion into the dark night.Relieved but curious, Housekeeper Win t