Hannah wasn't in a haste. She seemed unfazed and was completely unbothered by Cedric's fury. Feeling resigned, he slammed his fist on the table and warned, "If you lie to me…"Though his threat trailed off, murderous intent glinted in his eyes. She paid no heed to him nonetheless. Tapping her chin gently, she flashed a suggestive smile at him. "I don't have much time to spare, Mr. Garner. Are you sure you're going to keep wasting time?"He ceased his pestering and said, "Misty told me Matthew had been planning to divorce Eleanor." A hint of disdain gleamed in his eyes. "You've been calling Misty a love child, and you think you're better than her because of your status. But do you really think Eleanor's innocent? She'd been cheating on Matthew!"Cedric sneered. He seemed to relish in humiliating Hannah rather than speaking up for Misty. He drawled, "Maybe you're not even an Emerson. You're the slut's love child!"A resounding slap sent his face jerking to the side.With a stoic exp

"Enough." Diana retraced a step, her expression hardening. After she freed herself from the plot, she regained her pride and strength. Contempt flashed across her eyes as she stared at Cedric. "It's all because you love me? Cedric, I never told you to lie, and neither did I ask you to falsely accuse Ms. Emerson."She chuckled, leaning back against the wall as she said, "You're well aware of why you did that."Cedric looked like someone had just punched the living daylights out of him. He could sense the disdain in the way she treated him, and he couldn't bear the drastic difference in his previous and current treatment. Diana had always been the one who was fawning over him, but it seemed like their positions had swapped now. He was a Garner, after all. He'd never felt wronged like this. Yet, he couldn't afford to piss her off since he depended on her. His expression changed drastically as he gritted his teeth. A hint of hesitation flickered across his face before his express

"Darling." Molly's eyes were red and teary, yet a huge smile spread across her face. Extending her wrinkled and weathered hand, she looked at Hannah lovingly. She surely had grown a lot over these years. "Here, let me walk you down the carpet." Matthew was supposed to do this, but he was sitting in a corner. He had no right to have the audacity to walk her, and she wouldn't give him the chance to either. He didn't deserve it. He was nothing like a father to her, and she despised the idea of allowing a disgusting man like him to walk her down the aisle. Molly was perfect for the job. Matthew didn't deserve to be a father, after all. Hannah dropped her gaze and beamed at Molly. "Thanks, Grandma." She linked arms with her, striding toward her groom with a bright smile. Her long train fell behind her as she strutted down the aisle in heels with Molly. Rory walked proudly in front of her, tossing petals as he led the way. Bouquets of flowers blossomed on their sides as fireworks

However, a predator wouldn't hold back. Though Darren would usually fall for her whining, he didn't this time. His throat bobbed, his hands splayed at her waist, not giving her a chance to refute. "Hannah, didn't you want to know why I was so happy today?"I've been longing for this day." He leaned into her, not sparing her a chance to dodge. Devouring her lips with fervor, he wished he could melt into her body. Hannah was taken aback by the intensity of his kiss, utterly aware of how domineering he was. She threw her arms around his neck, her body slowly growing limp due to how great he was at kissing. He had her instinctively rolling her hips against him. Sensing her intent, Darren's breath hitched. His emotions rushed through him like a tidal wave. His arm went under her knee and he swept her up in an embrace, placing her gently on the bed. The room was carefully decorated. Their wedding photo hung above the bed, and Molly chose the bedsheets. Beautiful patterns were embroi

Erica still looked slender and fragile, and the ends of her hair seemed brittle and yellowed. Amidst the heavy metallic scent of blood lingering in the air, her body wobbled before she collapsed to the ground. Hannah's heart hammered against her chest. She hurried two steps forward and got a hold of Erica. "M-Ms. Emerson…" Her face was ashen, and the color drained from her lips. Blood was trickling down the corner of her mouth as she flashed a weak smile at Hannah. Grabbing her hands, she stuttered, "A-Are you okay? D-Did you…Did you get hurt?""I'm fine. I'm not hurt." Hannah tightened her grip on her hands as she heard her stammering. A pang of helplessness surged in her chest. She couldn't tell whether it was a hallucination or Erica's hands were gradually turning cold. Her vigor seemed to have seeped out from her body. Panicking, she asked hastily, "How did you show up? Erica, y-you should stop talking… The ambulance will be here shortly. Don't worry." Erica was still co