Carson was on the verge of punching the man in front of him. His right hand was raised, ready to strike, but he hesitated when his eyes caught Charlotte's figure beside him. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself, though his muscles tensed with anger, nearly reaching its peak. He composed himself now.Seeing Carson's hesitation, the man laughed mockingly, his voice echoing in the silence. "I knew it. Turns out, you're the cowardly type of husband." He stepped forward, lifting his left hand with a wicked grin. "Such a shame for a beautiful woman like this," he said, grabbing Alison's cheek from behind, his fingers gently pressing into her skin. He looked pleased to see Carson not fighting back. He thought Carson was silent because he was afraid. But that was a grave mistake."Married to a useless husband. If I were her, I would've left you long ago and found a more reliable man," he added.Charlotte was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief at the man's words. Anger and hurt

The man was beaten beyond recognition and severely injured. His right hand was even broken, and he was utterly exhausted, his eyes drooping with fatigue. He couldn't fight anymore, not even a little. Regret filled him for having provoked the wrong person.“I was such a fool. I had no idea he was this strong,” the man thought.Through his blurry vision, he saw again the luxury car driver kneeling before Carson. This confirmed that Carson, indeed, was the master of that man. Realizing this, the man felt even more foolish for letting anger and ego cloud his judgment. He wouldn’t have ended up like this if he had been more rational.Carson was satisfied after pummeling his opponent. His fists were covered in blood. The driver handed him a towel, and Carson extended his hands. The driver carefully wiped the blood from Carson’s hands.Once his hands were clean, Carson turned around and took a step before pausing briefly. "Take care of this situation. Make sure that man receives the most dre

Ryan still clung to what he wanted to believe. No matter how often Alison explained, it wouldn’t change his opinion unless the realization came from within himself. Unfortunately, that was nearly impossible since his heart was clouded with accusations and hatred toward Carson. “Alison, wake up. You’re being brainwashed by this man. Just divorce him,” Ryan urged. Carson, hearing those words, felt a mix of anger and confusion. He didn’t recognize the man standing before him. It was strange for someone to appear suddenly and lash out in such fury, accusing him of being a lousy husband and demanding Alison divorce him. Carson couldn’t understand the man’s reasoning at all. Ryan continued, “Look at him. Rough and poor, unable to give you a decent life. While I... I can give you everything. Cars, houses, a bright future. I can offer you happiness that this man will never be able to.” He pointed toward Carson. Alison was unaffected by his words. “Love isn’t just about money. Kindness

Ryan remained silent for a long time. He felt a sharp blow to his heart as if he had been rejected while confessing his love. Even though he hadn’t done that, the situation made it clear she disliked him. Ryan lifted his head, looking alternately at Alison and Carson.Alison took a deep breath, calming herself. "I run to become stronger, for myself. No one forces me. I want to be strong so I won’t burden my husbands anymore. If I can protect myself, he won’t have to worry about me anymore." Her voice was firm, but her frustration was evident. She was clearly annoyed by Ryan's stubbornness."Our family is perfectly fine," Carson added.Hearing that, Ryan felt ashamed. He wanted to disappear from embarrassment but wasn’t ready to give up. He wasn’t the man to run away after making a mistake. After a brief silence, he stood up and bowed his head.“I’m sorry for what I did earlier,” he said softly, full of regret. “I just… I just don’t want to see you get hurt by anyone else. I like you,

Alison's heart was filled with doubt, and she was confused about what to do. She gripped her necklace tightly. She loved this necklace dearly but couldn’t wear it outside the house if it was fake. She would not only be humiliated by other women but she could also be reported for wearing counterfeit goods. "I don’t want to take it off," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible, filled with uncertainty.Ryan turned, surprised by her resolve. "Are you crazy? It's a fake. You shouldn’t wear it. If you want, I can get you a more expensive necklace than that. Just throw it away," Ryan urged, his eyes filled with concern.Alison shook her head, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "It's precious to me," she replied, looking at Ryan with hope and determination. Her memories of Carson giving her the necklace vividly replayed in her mind—his smile, gentle look, and unspoken promise. Every detail of the necklace reminded her of her love for Carson.She recalled that moment in the small garden w