Nyla indifferently looked away from the anger practically pouring from Clark's eyes. "No one. I tripped and fell.""You fell and managed to slap yourself on the face?"Nyla lowered her gaze and spoke softly. "This is my business. Can you just leave it alone?"Clark grabbed her hand firmly, his voice serious. "You are my wife. Someone hit my wife, and you think I can just ignore that?""I told you it's my business, and I've already handled it. Just give me the clothes."After a moment of tense silence, Clark relented, seeing Nyla wasn’t going to say more."Let me drive you home.""No need. The subway takes just ten minutes."Clark frowned at the resistance and cold distance in Nyla's eyes."Nyla, I’m not asking you to forgive me right now. But I hope you won’t reject my kindness. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I might do."A flicker of sarcasm crossed Nyla's eyes as she caught the threat in his last words."Clark, is this what you mean by not forcing me anymore?""I just
Clark's nonchalant words made Lucia feel like she had fallen into an icy abyss. She knew all too well that he had the power to follow through, and the Pollards lacked the means to resist.She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face."Keep going."At first, Lucia felt the sting on her face, but after a while, her cheeks went numb, and she was simply repeating the action mechanically. She didn’t know how long it had been or how many slaps she had dealt herself.Just as Lucia felt she might pass out, Clark finally got up and walked over to her. He looked down at her as if she were an insignificant insect. "Ms. Pollard, I hope you remember this lesson. Avoid my wife in the future. Next time, I won’t be so lenient."With that, he walked past her without waiting for a reaction, followed by his bodyguards who had been there to prevent her escape.The room was soon empty except for Lucia.Her tightly wound emotions finally unraveled, and she covered her face, sobbing un
Clark sensed there was more to Cindy's words. He was about to inquire further when a maid assisted the semi-drunk Cyrus Sumner into the living room.Clark frowned upon seeing Cyrus and simply said, "Mom, I'm heading back now."With that, he turned and walked past Cyrus to leave.Cyrus frowned but said nothing.…Back at the villa, Clark called his secretary, Michael Parkin, instructing him to purchase a mansion in Jordyn's name.Michael sounded surprised. "Mr. Sumner, if Mrs. Sumner finds out...""Be discreet. Don't let anyone know, especially Nyla."If Nyla found out Jordyn was keeping the baby, she would be more determined to divorce him. Thinking about it made Clark feel troubled."Alright, I understand."Ending the call, Michael sighed softly.This was no different from pushing Nyla away. Clark's affair was already unforgivable—now, keeping a woman outside was like digging their marriage's grave.Michael knew he was just a secretary and had to do as Clark ordered.…O
"It seems I've overestimated your kindness. After all, your son cheated first, yet you splash water on your daughter-in-law. Such a bizarre mother-in-law is indeed rare."With each word Damon uttered, Cindy's expression darkened further. In the end, it turned icy."Damon, this is a family matter. As an outsider, it's best you not interfere."Damon arched an eyebrow. "I wasn't planning to interfere, but don't you think it's too much to bully a young girl like this?"Cindy only dared to be so audacious because she knew the Jaystons were bankrupt. Even if she treated Nyla harshly, they couldn't do much to her.Cindy gritted her teeth in anger. "Too much? Just because Clark has a woman on the side, she throws a fit, moves out, and even talks about divorce. Who's really being too much?""Isn't Clark at fault for the affair in the first place? It's the Sumners who wronged Nyla, not the other way around. If you can't see this, I don't think Clark should continue working at the Sumner Gr
Clark paused, frowning. "What do you mean?""Ask her, and you'll know," Nyla replied curtly, then walked past him without another word.Clark immediately called Cindy. "Mom, did you go see Nyla today?"Cindy, still smarting from her confrontation with Damon at the restaurant, sneered at his question. "She went to complain to you? Truly shameless!"Clark's eyes flashed with anger. "Mom, I told you not to interfere in my matters with Nyla. Why didn't you listen?""If I didn't do it for you, do you think I'd willingly go to see her? She's making a fuss about you having a woman on the side. Can't even manage a woman… Others would see you as a joke if they knew!""This is our business. If you keep going to Nyla in secret, I won't care about Dad's affairs anymore.""You—"Clark didn't give her a chance to speak and hung up abruptly. He pocketed his phone, visibly frustrated.He hadn't settled his affair, and now Cindy was causing trouble for Nyla. If he were Nyla, he wouldn't forgiv
Clark realized how badly Cindy had been treating Nyla in private. Had she been speaking to Nyla this way for the entire three years of their marriage whenever he wasn't around?When Clark saw Damon in the surveillance footage, his grip on his phone tightened, his knuckles turning white.Watching Damon stand up for Nyla made Clark feel a mix of anger and helplessness. He was Nyla's husband. He should have been the one standing by her side, but he hadn't been there. If Nyla hadn't told him to ask Cindy, he wouldn't have known what happened today.The more Clark thought about it, the more guilt he felt. He had failed Nyla and their eight years of love.He turned off the video and sent a message to his secretary.Clark: [If my mother asks you to handle my father's matters in the future, ignore her.]Michael: [Understood. Do you still want me to investigate your uncle?]Clark: [Go on.]…Nyla had expected Clark to stay away for a few days after what happened last night. To her surp
Seeing the disappointment in Nyla's eyes, Clark felt as if a hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe."Nyla, I know that no matter what promises I make now, you won't believe me. But I will prove it with my actions. I will keep my word."Nyla had no intention of listening to his promises. She brushed past him and walked away.Just as Clark was about to follow her, his phone in his pocket rang. He answered, and his secretary's serious voice came through. "Mr. Sumner, there's a problem with one of our deals."Clark's expression darkened. "I'll be there right away."By the time he ran to the exit of the complex, all he saw was Nyla getting into a taxi and leaving. He pursed his lips, turned around, got into his car, and drove to the company. Once he dealt with work, he would come back to sort things out with Nyla.…When Nyla arrived at the restaurant, Valarie was already there."Nyla, you're finally here! I've got some gossip to share with you."Nyla sat down acr
Two very different voices spoke at the same time.Valarie turned around and saw a tall woman not far behind her. The woman, Jacqueline Rainford, had fair skin and wavy hair, and wore a red strap dress. Jacqueline's hand was pointing at the suit Valarie had her eye on.Noticing Valarie's gaze, Jacqueline smiled and said, "Miss, I plan to buy this suit as a gift for my boyfriend. We're meeting soon. Could you let me have it?"Valarie really liked the suit and didn't want to give it up, but Jacqueline's polite request made her hesitate.The sales associate next to her spoke up. "Ms. Weir, this suit is the only one in our store. As a VIP customer, you have priority purchasing rights."Upon hearing this, Jacqueline's expression immediately turned sour. There was just one suit—she must have it."What do you mean by this? Are you showing favoritism?"Despite Jacqueline's aggressive tone, the sales associate remained calm, maintaining a professional smile. "Miss, our VIP customers do ha
"That's more like it," Valarie chirped.Nyla couldn't help but say, "Valarie, stop bullying Brandon all the time."Brandon turned to her and sighed dramatically. "Aunt Nyla, since you mentioned it, I have to say something. You have no idea what I've been through these past six months, I— Ouch!"Before he could finish, Valarie pinched his waist. "What was that? Tell me, Brandon. Have you been unhappy these past six months?""N-No... I've been very happy..." Brandon winced."Have I bullied you then?" Valarie pressed."No..." Brandon murmured.Valarie huffed. "If not, then keep your mouth shut, or Nyla will really think I mistreat you." Brandon gave her a pitiful look, lowering his head like a scolded puppy.Before they married, Valarie had been gentle and beautiful in his eyes. But after marriage, he realized how wrong he had been.Gentle and beautiful? All an illusion.If he stayed out drinking and came home late, he'd have to choose between sleeping on the couch or outside.
Taking Mia to work was exhausting, but every time she smiled at Damon, it made everything worth it."She'll be fine. Didn't you just say she loves us both equally? She'll cry for a bit, but if you stop taking her to the office, she'll get used to being at home," Nyla reasoned.Seeing Nyla's determination, Damon finally relented. "Alright, we'll try it tomorrow. But if she cries too much, you'll have to take her to the office.""Deal!" Nyla said....After getting ready for work the next morning, Damon kissed Mia on the cheek and headed for the door.As soon as he changed his shoes at the entrance, she reached her little arms toward him, asking to be held. She had grown so accustomed to going to the office with him every day that it had become a reflex.Damon glanced at Nyla. "Nyla, maybe today we should—"Nyla interrupted, "Nope. You go to work. And if you're free for lunch, don't bother coming home. If you need to work late, no rush to come back either."Damon chuckled. "You'
"Brandon, from now on, I'm entrusting Valarie to you," Jonathan said. "She's been spoiled by us and can be a little willful at times. I hope you'll be patient with her in your marriage, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness together."Brandon held Valarie's hand tightly, his expression solemn. "Dad, don't worry. I'll cherish her with all my heart."Jonathan nodded, stepping down from the stage. He discreetly wiped away his tears.After exchanging vows and rings, Valarie and Brandon sealed their love with a kiss, surrounded by cheers and applause.…On the way home from the wedding, Nyla glanced at Damon. "I saw Mr. Weir wipe his tears so many times today. When Bunny gets married, you'll definitely be just like him, sneaking off somewhere to cry."Damon's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his gaze sharpening. "No one will ever be good enough for my daughter. If she never gets married, we'll take care of her for the rest of our lives."Nyla raised an eyebrow and
"Of course! When's the wedding?" Nyla asked.Valarie shook her head. "We haven't decided yet. He'll come to my house in a few days to discuss it with my parents."Nyla raised an eyebrow. "You're about to get really busy. Planning a wedding alone will take a lot of work.""Yeah, I'm already getting a headache just thinking about it," Valarie replied....For the next few months, Valarie was completely consumed by wedding preparations and work, barely having time to catch her breath.The wedding was set for August 8th, leaving them with less than six months to finalize everything.Valarie even traveled abroad several times to meet with designers and ensure her wedding dress was exactly what she wanted.Beyond the dress, she and Brandon spent hours discussing every detail—from the venue to the wedding favors and bouquet choices....After months of nonstop planning, the big day finally arrived.Valarie was already up, getting her hair and makeup done at 2:00 a.m.By the time N
Valarie looked up and saw the approaching glow.When the figure finally stopped in front of her, she realized it was Brandon.Frowning, she asked, "Where did you go? I waited so long for you. And what are you hiding behind your back?"Brandon flipped his phone face-down on the table, revealing the flowers he had hidden. Then he dropped to one knee."Valarie, I had planned a perfect proposal for you, but when you asked earlier about the meaning of wearing a wedding dress, I knew I couldn't wait any longer."Before I met you, my life revolved solely around work. I never paused for anyone—I never cared whether the sun was rising or setting, or if the moon was full or waning. But everything changed after I met you."I began cherishing the thought of greeting you every morning, sharing meals with you, and standing by your side for life."Valarie, I want every morning to begin with us waking up together, and every night to end with us holding each other as we fall asleep."Finally, B
Of course, every time they visited Valarie's home, Phoebe would subtly—or sometimes not so subtly—hint that they should get married.Brandon had always assumed Valarie wasn't interested in marriage since she never responded to those hints. He hadn't considered proposing.But today, seeing her so excited about picking out baby clothes made him start to imagine a future with her—building a family, raising a child.That thought filled his heart with warmth.After more than three hours of shopping, they finally left the mall, their arms full of bags.Once they loaded everything into the car, Valarie turned to Brandon. "I'm starving. Let's grab something to eat."Brandon nodded. "Sure. What are you in the mood for?""I'm not picky. Is there anything good around here? I don't feel like going too far," she replied.Brandon paused, then said, "There's a place with ethnic cuisine nearby. I went there once for a business meeting—it was pretty authentic. Want to give it a try?""Sounds g
Nyla was silent for a moment before nodding. "Alright. If you ever need Damon to help figure out Brandon's thoughts, just let me know.""I will. Don't worry about us, though. You just gave birth. Your main priority should be resting," Valarie said."Okay," Nyla replied.Valarie lingered in the bedroom for a while, but when she saw Nyla looking tired, she stood up and left.Downstairs, only Brandon was in the living room.Valarie walked over to him and asked, "Where's Damon?""He had something to take care of for work, so he went to the study. How's Aunt Nyla?" Brandon asked."She seems to be doing well, and the baby is adorable. Oh, right, I forgot to ask what the baby's name is. I only know her nickname is Bunny," Valarie said.Just thinking about Mia Sumner's cute little face made Valarie smile. She was already looking forward to the day the baby would call her godmother.A flicker of something crossed Brandon's eyes. "You really like kids, huh?""Of course! I've said befor
Once they were in the car, Nyla suddenly recalled Damon's phone call earlier. "By the way, what did Alexander want?"After a brief pause, Damon glanced at her. "He said Ms. Kinsey left you an inheritance and asked when we'd be able to go to Meristate to take care of it."Nyla pressed her lips together before replying, "Call him later and tell him to donate it or keep it for himself. I don't want it.""Alright," Damon replied.When they arrived home, Damon helped Nyla settle onto the couch, placing a pillow behind her back for support. Then, he said seriously, "Nyla, you've been through enough. Let's not have any more kids after this."During her first pregnancy with Mason, Damon hadn't been around, so he hadn't realized how difficult it was for her.Now, experiencing this pregnancy with her, every checkup and blood draw made his heart ache.Once Nyla gave birth, he planned to get a vasectomy. Two kids were enough for them.Nyla shot him a look. "This wasn't exactly planned, was
More than half an hour later, Nyla finally stirred from her nap.When she opened her eyes, she found Damon sitting by her bed, watching her. She froze for a moment, caught off guard.Rubbing her eyes, she realized he was still there and confirmed she wasn't dreaming.She slowly sat up, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in your study working?""I missed you, so I came to see you," Damon replied.Nyla narrowed her eyes. "You definitely have something to say if you're here all of a sudden."Damon chuckled, a little helpless. "I guess I can't fool you.""Of course not. I know you too well. Ever since I got pregnant, you've never come to see me like this in the afternoon," Nyla said."Alright. Go freshen up first, and I'll wait for you downstairs," Damon suggested."Okay," Nyla replied.After washing up, she went downstairs and sat beside Damon. "Alright, tell me. What's going on? You're acting all mysterious."Damon hesitated for a moment befo