"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
"Emily, I heard you're about to be thrown out of the house by Issac?"The small-nosed, blonde girl was Lizzy Pink, a friend of the Lloyd family. Lizzy had always claimed to have grown up with Issac, but Emily had never seen her in any of Issac's childhood photos, nor had Issac ever mentioned her.This wasn't Emily's first encounter with such a situation at a Lloyd‘s party. In fact, her years in this ‘old money class’ had made her quite adept at handling such scenes. She put on a fake smile to respond to Lizzy, "I'm sorry, this is between Issac and me, and it's not appropriate to discuss it with you."Lizzy wrinkled her small, sharp nose, "If you don't tell me now, don't bother. But you'll be thrown out by Isaac soon anyway. I might as well enjoy your sadness in advance."Emily didn't want to waste any more words with Lizzy. She turned to find her employer for the day, Issac. But Lizzy stubbornly clung to her, refusing to let go, "Emily,
Emily could hear the babbling of the classical fountain behind her and feel the air gradually filling up with the scent of fresh greenery. Yet, her eyes were focused solely on the man before her. The sunlight outlined his perfect features in the softest manner as he drew closer. Is this...a kiss?In their years of marriage, they had shared countless kisses, but none had ever made her heart race like this imminent, yet-to-happen one.But they were on the brink of divorce. Should she accept this kiss? Would it sway her decision to end their marriage?Emily was uncertain, yet reluctant to refuse.Just as Emily was debating whether to accept his kiss, Issac decided to take away her chance of refusal and kissed her decisively. His unexpected move caught her off balance, but Issac, quick as ever, wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly against him. Their cheeks pressed together, their lips met in a surprising yet passionate kiss.Emily was