Chapter 1
Katniss
“Get away! Let me in! I am still his wife,” I exclaimed, slamming my hand on the broad chest of the bodyguard barring my way. After ten minutes of hysterical begging, I finally forced the door open.
I cried helplessly, tears streaming down my face. Everyone in the room looked at me with disgust.
“That woman! Why is she here?” Their murmurs cut through me like blades.
This should have been the happiest day of my life. My husband, who had left for a business trip five months ago, was now returning home. But now, standing in the doorway, I witnessed the unthinkable: he was marrying another woman—the very woman who had schemed to drive us apart. She had always been a loser, but now she had won.
I strode forward, my face burning with anger, and slapped her hard across the cheek.
SLAP!
If I hadn't overheard the maids gossiping, I would never have known about their secret wedding. But why? How could he betray me like this?
She winced, clamping her mouth shut to stifle a gasp.
“He is my husband! How dare you steal him from me?” I shouted, my voice shaking. “You’re a shameless woman!”
“KATNISS!” My mother-in-law walked up and slapped me hard. The sting was intense, but the betrayal before me was far worse.
My sobs grew louder. My husband kept quiet, embarrassed. I stared at him, my eyes teary. His look was different—cold, with no affection, only hatred.
“What do you mean?” I screeched, fear growing in my stomach. I walked fast towards him, the pain in my chest worsening with every step. “Honey, why? What have I done? Why are you betraying me like this?” I struggled not to cry, seeking an answer. There must be a misunderstanding.
James had never treated me this way before. While not always affectionate, he had never been cold.
As I reached out to touch his cheek, my mother-in-law fiercely pulled my hand away and pushed me to the ground.
“Ahhh!” I winced in agony, holding my stomach.
“Mother-in-law, why are you so harsh to me? Why is everyone so hard-hearted? I am part of this family too,” I whispered, each word a dagger in my heart.
“Honey? I’m your wife. Why aren’t you defending me?”
With hatred in her eyes, my mother-in-law said, ‘What? A woman like you should not be defended!’ My husband said nothing; no hint of sympathy flickered in my eyes as if my suffering did not matter.
Whack!
I closed my eyes as my mother-in-law threw something at my face. “What is this?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Sign it! You’re not fit to be part of this esteemed family! My son’s marriage to you was a mistake!” she shouted.
With trembling hands, I looked at the papers. My heart sank, and I struggled to breathe when I saw my husband’s signature. I shook my head in disbelief.
“No, this can’t be happening,” I whispered, devastation in my voice.
Smack!
The pen struck my cheek. I stood, my mother-in-law, gripping my arm, but I pushed past her to confront James. I knelt before him. “No. You can’t divorce me. I won’t sign this.”
“Sign it. That’s all you need to do,” he replied coldly. James, standing before me, was a stranger.
“B-But why? Why are you treating me like this? What happened? We loved each other. Please, explain it to me. Don’t destroy me, I can’t live without you,” I begged, clutching his legs, sobbing. I prayed for mercy, for him to change his mind.
“Get your filthy hands off my husband, you bitch!” Renata, the woman who stole my husband, yanked my hands away.
SLAP!
Her slap left my cheek burning. I was speechless.
SLAP!
Again and again.
“Slut! Infidelity, having sexual relations with other men, and now you are pleading with him not to leave you?” she said bitterly.
I froze, wide-eyed, staring at her, disbelief washing over me. “W-What do you mean?! Who’s cheating? I never cheated!” I cried out.
Renata snorted, her expression defiant. “Which cheater would admit it?” she spat.
“I’m telling the truth!” My voice rose. I would never betray my husband! I glanced at him, shaking my head to signal my honesty, but his gaze remained cold, growing colder. The disgust was palpable.
Renata approached my husband, and it felt like a thousand knives stabbing my heart. I forgot how to breathe as Renata casually wrapped her arm around his waist. What hurt most was how my husband showed no remorse at all.
“I never cheated, honey. This is slander! Why did you believe them so easily without discussing this with me first? Why was it so easy for you to trust them while I waited for you at home?” I questioned.
I heard murmurs growing louder from the guests.
“LIAR!” My mother-in-law shouted.
“You dare say you didn’t cheat?! Then explain this!” she continued with the same anger.
I shifted my gaze to the side, mouth agape in disbelief. For a moment, I had no idea what was going on.
There on the screen was a photo of me embracing a man I had never met in my life. The worst part was that we were both naked under the sheets, tenderly hugging each other.
"W-What? This can't be real.” My heart pounded rapidly. Where did they get this photo?
“This is slander! Honey, I swear. I—”
"I don't need any explanation from you. You've seen all the evidence. Sign the divorce papers and leave," my husband demanded firmly, not giving me a chance to explain.
"No! I will not sign it!" I refused vehemently. Struggling to stand, with the last of my strength, I walked toward him again, falling to my knees, pressing my forehead to his shoes, like a beggar. I would do anything to make him come back to me.
“Please don’t leave me, honey,” I pleaded, “I will die without you."
"The photos are fake. I have been loyal to this marriage…Please, you can beat me, do anything to me, but don’t divorce me,” I cried, not caring how low I had sunk.
I reached into my pocket and showed him something. "I was going to share this happy news with you. I'm finally pregnant. Our child, the one we've been longing for, is finally here," I said, forcing a smile through my suffering, showing him the positive test with two lines.
I saw the shock in his eyes. He took the test kit and examined it. But Renata quickly snatched it and threw it forcefully at my face.
"Ahhh!"
"She's even carrying a bastard child!" Renata screamed, pointing accusingly.
"SHE’S PREGNANT WITH A BASTARD CHILD!!!” she repeated louder. My eyes widened.
"What did you say?! NO!" I exclaimed.
"It's my child with J—"
"James has been on a business trip for a long time! How could you be pregnant with his child?" she screamed, pointing accusingly at my face.
"Did you all hear that?! She just admitted! It's a bastard child!" Renata yelled to all the guests.
"Disgraceful!" The previously silent guests began to speak up, pointing at me with judgmental looks.
Thud!
"Ah!" I shielded myself from the cake thrown by one of them, followed by others. Drinks were poured over me.
"Why is this happening?" I sobbed, feeling utterly alone. No one was on my side. I was ostracized and shouted at, even my husband didn’t believe me. He was just trying to calm down his drama-filled new wife who was crying, while I was the one in pain.
"You cheap woman! Shameless! You're lucky my son married someone like you, just a lowly employee!" The insult came in a piercing tone.
"Mother-in-law, please. This is all a misunderstanding. I don’t know who that man is. I’ve never even met him. Please, I'm not lying, please believe me," I pleaded, clasping my hands together, begging, practically kneeling for forgiveness and trust. But all I received were insults.
"Shut up! How dare you speak?! Now sign those papers! And get out of here! You're expelled from our home! Never come back! Take that bastard child with you!" she said mercilessly. I shielded myself as she threw accusations at me, making my condition even worse. Cold.
Looking around, I felt humiliated. My fists clenched tightly. I was truly betrayed by these people, even by the man I loved so dearly, whom I never thought would be so cruel to me.
With all the strength left in me, I stood up and took the divorce papers and the pen that was thrown at me earlier. I stared at my husband, no, my soon-to-be ex-husband, with eyes full of disappointment, then looked sharply at the woman who stole another woman’s husband and also at my mother-in-law. I remembered every face of those who had degraded me.
"You... you will regret this," I said.
"I am truly innocent. This is just manipulation from people who want to destroy me!" I said in a soft yet firm, threatening tone. With trembling hands, though I didn’t want to, I signed the divorce papers. I walked toward my husband and handed him the papers over his chest.
"I’ll give you what you want!" I said. No more tears. I wiped away my tears roughly, even though they kept flowing. But I didn’t want them to see me weak. At least this was all I could do to keep my dignity from being trampled on too much.
Turning my back, I ran away as fast as possible. My hands stroked my slightly bulging stomach. "Baby, it’s just you and me now. But I promise, I’ll never leave you. You’ll always be safe with me."
Five years later...My breath caught as his hand slid along my waist, caressing my stomach. His lips teased the side of my face, then moved to my ear, kissing softly. I heard him whisper in his deep voice, "The first time I saw you in the club, I knew I wanted to have a one-night stand with you."I closed my eyes, unable to stop a single tear from falling. My toes curled, wanting to push the body above me away and run from there. But I had no other choice.My daughter had just finished treatment at the hospital, but she wasn't allowed to go home because I hadn't yet paid off the hospital bills. I work as a fashion designer, but this month's salary hasn't come in because the company is going through a crisis, and my boss absolutely refuses to give me an advance.And here I am now. In a cheap hotel with a stranger whose name I don't even know. I need money fast! Following advice from a friend who secured my company, I made up my mind to sell my body because I was informed that it was hi
Katniss“Uncle!” Giselle shouted. A faint smile flickered on his face as he turned towards her, but it vanished the moment his eyes met mine. His body stiffened, eyes widening as he silently mouthed my name. “Katniss.” That’s James ... my ex-husband.“Aww, Mommy, it hurts.” I snapped out of my thoughts and released Giselle's hand. I knelt to check her hand, realizing I had held it too tightly.“Sweetie, I’m sorry." I dared not turn my head as I heard footsteps approaching, his silhouette coming into view.“Uncle!” Giselle called out again, joy in her voice, unaware this man was one of the reasons for our suffering.“Katniss,” he called again, reaching out his hand to help me stand. I stared coldly at his outstretched hand before standing on my own. We locked eyes in silence.“Thank you,” I said coldly. “Giselle said you brought her back.”James hesitated, glancing between Giselle and me. His gaze held deep sorrow and regret, but I dismissed it. There’s no way this heartless man could
JamesMy heart dropped when Mr. Corleone announced that Katniss would soon be Mrs. Corleone. Since when was she involved with one of the most powerful CEOs in Europe? Questions swarmed my mind.“Pardon, sir?” Katniss looked just as shocked, her expression puzzled. A flicker of hope sparked within me.Mr. Corleone chuckled, glancing at Katniss before looking back at me. “Just a joke. The atmosphere was tense, and I was trying to lighten the mood,” he explained. “Or maybe not?” he added with a small laugh, making it clear he was joking. Katniss responded with a faint smile."Ah," Katniss said, her smile barely there. My heart burned with jealousy. What was happening? Why did I feel this way?"I was really shocked. I thought my ex-wife had already found my replacement," I blurted out, locking eyes with Mr. Corleone, a silent challenge hanging in the air. It was as if I was staking a claim, reminding him that Katniss had once been mine.“James,” Katniss protested softly, my words making t
Katniss"So... he's your ex-husband, isn't he?" Mr. Corleone's sudden question startled me. I had been lost in thought, and the worst part was that I had been thinking about the very person Mr. Corleone wanted to discuss.I didn’t answer right away. The last thing I wanted was to dig up the past. But my boss stared at me with a curious intensity. I wasn’t sure why, but after working with him for so long, I’d learned one thing—he was always curious about my life. About other people? Mr. Corleone hardly cared. In fact, he didn’t care at all.Maybe it was because I was his personal assistant, and he thought getting to know me better would make our interactions smoother, more relaxed. A part of me suspected he was trying to blur the lines between boss and assistant, creating an easier flow in our work relationship."Do we really need to talk about this, sir?" I asked, forcing a smile. It was hard, considering how uncomfortable the topic was.Mr. Corleone seemed to read my expression, and
KatnissI gave him a confused look, tilting my head slightly. “Of course, sir,” I replied to his earlier question.A subtle smirk tugged at the corner of Mr. Corleone’s lips. His gaze fixed ahead, the car already in motion as we pulled away. I turned my attention forward as well, but faintly, I heard him murmur.“That will change.”I snapped my head back toward him, startled. “Excuse me, sir? Did you say something?” I asked, needing clarification.I had caught a glimpse of his words, but their meaning eluded me. Was he talking about our talking about ‘friends’ earlier? But Mr. Corleone remained silent, his focus entirely on the road ahead. I shrugged it off, refusing to dwell on it.***James“Wait!” Liam Kent’s voice cut through the air just before I disappeared from his sight. "It’s been so long since we’ve talked. Don’t you miss your sweet older brother?" He spoke with that sickeningly sweet tone, exaggerated on purpose.I stopped in my tracks, hearing his footsteps growing closer.
Katniss"Come on, sweetie."Giselle nodded, and I took her tiny hand as we stepped out of the apartment. But I froze instantly. Someone was already standing at our door."Oh my God! Mr. Corleone, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" I gasped, clutching my chest. He simply smiled, completely unfazed."Heading out?" His voice was calm, almost too casual for the way my heart was racing."Uncle! It’s the same uncle from yesterday," Giselle exclaimed, eyes wide with recognition."What brings you here so early?" I asked, trying to catch my breath and make sense of his sudden appearance.He glanced at me briefly, then crouched down to Giselle’s level. "Good morning, Giselle. Did you sleep well?" His voice softened as he addressed her, his gaze kind and warm.Giselle nodded shyly. "Yes, Uncle."Yesterday, he’d introduced us to his family, as promised. Giselle had been hesitant at first, but now... now there was something different. They had connected in a way that seemed almost too easy, too fa
KatnissI wanted to pull Mr. Corleone away from this place immediately. My hand was already gripping his arm when he looked at me, puzzled. But before I could urge him to leave, my eyes locked with his.The shock in his gaze was unmistakable when he saw me. His eyes flicked to Giselle, then to Mr. Corleone, and James’s expression instantly hardened, turning cold.What irritated me even more was the fact that James was currently with the homewrecker—Renata. She was busy examining some snacks, asking James to choose which one was better, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. His focus was entirely on me and Mr. Corleone.Renata raised an eyebrow, clearly confused about what had caught her husband’s attention. She followed his gaze and, the moment she saw me, her face twisted into a sour expression. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine."James!" I heard her voice snap as she called out to her husband, slapping his arm.“What are you staring at?!” Renata immediately erupted in anger.Jame
James I immediately turned my head, staring at Renata. I didn’t expect her to say something like that. But there she was, completely unbothered, even proud of herself. Her eyes locked on Katniss with a challenging glare, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.Katniss, who had been trying to remain calm, couldn’t hide the surge of emotion that flared within her. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers, as she stared Renata down, clutching Giselle tightly in her arms.She shot a glance at Mr. Corleone, forcing a smile—though it was barely there. "Mr. Corleone, can we leave? I don’t enjoy conversations with shameless fools,” she said, her voice laced with venom.Renata, who had been leaning in with a smug grin, immediately recoiled. She was ready to confront Katniss, but I stopped her, gripping her arm. A public scene would be humiliating. Too many eyes were already on us, and I didn’t want our private matters becoming everyone’s business."Renata," I said, my tone low, hoping sh