1 The night was unusually quiet when Darius felt a weight shift on his bed. He felt a warm and soft body got closed to him, someone was putting down his pajama pants. Darius blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the darkness, only to find a woman moving closer to him. "Lydia? Is it you?" Darius whispered, a mix of surprise and cautious hope lacing his voice. "Shh," she hushed him, with her fingers pressing against his mouth. "Don't talk." A soft grunt escaped from the woman’s mouth, Darius could feel the abnormal smell, she was drunk. But the familiar voice made Darius sighed with relief. With the movements of Lydia, he felt a special emotion. It has been 3 years since they got married, but they were together as more than just strangers under the same roof. Because he was the husband chosen by the grandfather of Lydia, so she didn’t even looked at him properly in the last 3 years! But tonight, finally she came to his room, finished the thing they should have done at the wedd

3 Darius's decision to tear the check into pieces seemed to plunge Lydia into a silent shock. Her frown was more pronounced, her eyebrows coming together as she observed the torn pieces settling on the floor. "Darius, really?" she started, her voice tinged with a cold incredulity, as if she believe

5 Darius recoiled as if physically struck, the color draining from his face. His eyes, wide with shock and hurt, searched Lydia's face for a sign, any sign, that she didn't mean what she said. After all, it was she who had offered herself to him last night, without even giving him a choice. How co

7 Leslie's eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto Darius. "You're really leaving, aren't you?" she asked, a note of urgency in her voice. "Please, Darius, you don't have to figure everything out alone. Come with me to the Werner estate. It'll be a fresh start." Darius hesitated, his gaze shifting fr

9 Darius laughed nervously. "This must be some kind of joke," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. He glanced around, half-expecting hidden cameras to reveal a prank show set. "A sick joke." Mr. Sanchez stood up, dusting off his trousers. His face was earnest, his eyes locked onto Darius's wi