"Is that so?" I said, forcing a smile and feeling somewhat disturbed.After all, he was my husband. Yet, he seemed more intent on finding evidence of my crimes than the men I had only met a few times. Seeing me come out of the police station unscathed must have disappointed him.A sudden arm on my s
"Mr. Hawk, I am her attorney. If there's anything you need to discuss, I can speak with you," said Silas, stepping forward.I turned my head to look at Silas. Since when did I hire him as my attorney? He seemed to sense my gaze and turned to smile at me."I've heard that Mr. Harmon's consultation fe
Nicholas raised his voice a few notches, his emotions finally showing some cracks."No wonder you're always clamoring for divorce. First, it was Pete. Now, it's Silas. I'm really curious. What kind of charm are you using on those men?"Charm? Compared to Claudia, my skills were nothing. I wanted to
Mixed with a metallic taste, the rain seeped into my mouth as Nicholas seemed to lose his composure. He forcefully pulled his wrist from my bite, unexpectedly lifting me and heading toward the car.Before we had even taken two steps, a baseball bat came down from above.Nicholas, trying to evade it,
Neal was just an ordinary officer back then. I arranged to meet him at a cafe near the university. Through the clear window, I saw him approaching me step by step.Over the years, the young man with passionate eyes and a heart full of zeal had gained a touch of nonchalance and determination.As the
I called Silas. After a few rings, he picked up. His voice was hoarse and muffled like he had been up all night and had just fallen asleep.I realized I might be disturbing his rest, so after thanking him I prepared to hang up. However, he gave me a hint before I could."I found out Marcelo has a wi
I couldn't help but observe the mother. If it were my child being bullied, I would definitely rush in to protect her. But the girl's mother stood at the school gate silently wiping away tears, not intervening.I could only respect her choice. Seeing them living such a sorrowful life, I began to doub
Marcelo screamed at me furiously, "I should have killed you! No… I should have killed you all! I'll kill all of you!"Unfortunately, I feared we wouldn't wait until that moment. He admitted to the crimes he committed, so the trial wasn't delayed like typical cases, especially with the backing of the