"Cici," Emily's voice was calm and indifferent. "The yachts and mansions you speak of have never been mine, they belong to Issac. Living in such luxury every day, I may possess the grandeur you see, but I live in constant fear of losing it all. That's not the life I want."Unperturbed by Cici's provocation, Emily gazed around at the bustling crowd. "Now, I'm using my own hands to create my own life. It may be tough, but it's truly mine. I no longer need to worry about losing anything, because I have the ability to earn everything I need." A sense of satisfaction and pride filled her heart, a feeling she'd never felt before. "Those mansions and yachts, if you like them, they're all yours. I don't need them.""But it seems like you desire those things more than I do. Is it because you know they'll never truly be yours?" Emily straightened her back, adjusted her uniform, and then turned to leave the theater.Cici's complexion turned pale, she wanted to refute Emily, but no words came out
Suddenly, Issac reached out, touching Emily's back. Emily knew this was Issac's way of stopping her from continuing, he hoped to put an end to things there.Emily pretended to be oblivious, continuing to look defiantly at Ola, as if without a definitive answer from Ola, she would never give up.Ola finally couldn't help but say, "Emily, this lady, you've met her before, haven't you?"Emily smirked, "Unfortunately, yes. She's my sister, but she seems to want to marry my husband more than I do."With a sigh, Ola decided not to get involved in the personal feelings between employees. "Ma'am, we trust our employees, but we are also deeply sorry about what happened today. How about I waive your bill for today's visit to the theater, and hope that after you resolve your family issues, you will find time to enjoy our plays again?"Upon hearing Ola's words, Cici's face turned pale. She gripped the armrest of her wheelchair hard, her face contorting in an instant. "You people..." her voice was
"Issac, are you willing to confront your beloved Cici, along with your ex-wife?""Issac, are you prepared to face your beloved Cici, along with your ex-wife?"Issac gently kissed Emily's fingertips, "Firstly, you're still my wife, and secondly, I've never been in love with Cici."Emily withdrew her hand, "Are you going or not?""Of course. I'm curious about how Cici found out about it."Emily waved goodbye, "Alright, see you after work."After work, Emily and Issac arrived at Helen's mansion together. The setting sun outside the door cast golden hues on the cobblestone path, adding to the grandeur and tranquillity of the mansion. They pushed open the intricately decorated door and entered.Emily had never lived in this mansion. While she was busy shuttling between her foster home and her job at the fast-food restaurant, Cici grew up happily here. The mansion was lavishly decorated; walls adorned with famous paintings, chandeliers flickering in the candlelight, and elegant furniture. E
"Emily, are you feeling hot?" In a luxurious apartment situated in a bustling city, shadows danced in a dimly lit corner of the room. Emily's skin was burning under the touch of the man before her. The air was heavy with an indescribable sense of ambiguity. Meanwhile, his phone vibrated incessantly at the side, its screen flickering on and off. The person on the other end of the line seemed oblivious to the fact that this man had no time to answer any calls. Inside the room, Emily and Issac sat facing each other. Their gazes met in the soft light, igniting the surrounding air. Emily bit her lip, forcing herself not to appear too eager. Yet, Issac seemed to effortlessly see through her desires. Emily's heart raced, her hands trembling slightly as she slowly opened herself to Issac, surrendering every inch of her skin to his touch. She had once married this man for benefits, but she found herself gradually falling uncontrollably in love with him. He was always indifferent towards h
Emily ended the distressing call, took a moment to collect herself, then pushed open the glass doors of the hospital. A familiar scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, a signature smell of hospitals that always sparked a hint of unease and concern. She navigated the cold hospital tile floors with an experienced ease, making her way to Victor's room. The lights along the corridor were pale and weary, seemingly swallowed by the endless white and the atmosphere of sickness. Arriving at Victor's room, she saw the faint light filtering through the window on the door. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. Victor was lying on the narrow hospital bed, holding an old, well-used book. As soon as he saw Emily, he immediately put down the book. His body seemed even thinner than the last time they met, his face was paler, and even his lips had lost all color. The bedside monitor beeped rhythmically, marking the cadence of Victor's life, but it was often drow
After the visiting hours had ended, Emily found herself needing to leave Victor's hospital room. The angry call from her mother Helen that morning was still fresh in her mind. Perhaps it was time for her to go home and explain why she had decided to get a divorce. Despite the fact that Helen had never taken on the responsibilities of a mother as Emily grew up, she had provided Emily with the opportunity to secure Victor's first medical payment from Issac when Emily needed money the most. As the one who reminded Emily at the critical moment of Victor's life-threatening situation, suggesting that she could exchange marriage for money to pay medical bills, Emily felt that Helen deserved to know the truth about the divorce. As she opened the front door, Emily was greeted by the sight of Issac standing in the middle of the living room. Dressed in a crisp suit, a confident smile spread across his handsome face as if he had already secured his victory. Emily's heart sank; she didn't want
Issac glanced at his screen, a furrow settling between his brows as he hung up the call, tossing his phone into a drawer.His arm found its way back to Emily’s waist, his fingers trailing over the softness of her skin. However, he was oblivious to the flicker of change in Emily's eyes.The sudden ring of the phone jolted Emily out of her daze. She realized she could not fall for Issac’s sweet nothings again. She couldn't be swayed by his superficial charms any longer. She yearned for real change, for freedom, for dignity.Gently, Emily pushed Issac away. Her fingers traced a light path across his chest before slowly withdrawing. Her eyes, clear and resolved, left Issac a bit stunned. "Issac, I can't go on like this. Our issues can't be resolved with a bouquet of roses or a romantic song. What I need is your genuine respect and understanding, not these superficial tricks."Issac froze, not expecting Emily's resolution. His hand reached out, trying to grasp Emily again, but all he caugh
Emily straightened her posture, her brows furrowed. "Issac," she began, "I've always been utterly weary of the gatherings your family holds. I won't be attending your family banquet anymore." Issac was puzzled. "But aren't you the one who loves these parties? You spend hours choosing outfits and arranging your appearance before every event, and you always voluntarily stay until the very last guest has left." Emily scoffed. "None of that was ever by choice. Your parents insisted that I become the best possible assistant to you, worthy of your status. They demanded that I attend each gathering in my best attire and act as the hostess until the last guest departs." A look of bewilderment filled Issac's eyes, as if he had never heard about these stringent demands Emily had faced in their marriage. Hearing the silence on the other end of the line, Emily didn't feel like explaining further. "I am currently seeking a divorce lawyer. I don't wish to deceive a