Anderson smiled weakly as he continued to stare at her in bewilderment.
He couldn't believe he was living under the pretense of love and never fully knew the woman he was married to. She suddenly looked so changed , like a completely different person. " I loved you, Ashley. " He said, unable to hide his feelings even after everything that had happened. “Love?” Ashley said with a faint, mocking smile. “I suppose I did. Once. But love doesn’t pay the bills, Anderson. Not when it’s tied to a man who can’t even afford to take care of himself.” The words hit him harder than he expected. "Is this what you want?! " Anderson's voice was calm as he asked her. "What is it, Anderson? I hate it when people make me repeat myself twice. What's so hard in penning down your signature on a paper? Can you please hurry so I can be where I need to go! " Anderson smiled and walked over to the table. She was no longer the good kind hearted girl he once knew- who would do anything possible to make him happy. The girl who was willing to marry him despite her family's objection and wondered how quickly everything changed. He could no more see the jovial smile and kindness that once graced her face whenever he stared at her. Her wrists were adorned with jewelry and expensive bangles —something she once hated wearing. " What changed you, Ashley? You weren't like this from the start. What happened to the old you?" Anderson asked in a low voice. " Don't you understand! I'm still me but smarter" Ashley's face was irritated. " I'm done with this marriage, Anderson! Your signature is all that is left. Stop making this harder than it is ." Anderson didn't answer her, instead he grabbed the pen on the table and took a long look at her. " Okay, I'll give you what you want. " Anderson said, his voice steady but filled with quiet pain " In the future, know I really had high hopes for you. " This got Ashley thinking for a second. Why does he sound so different making her feel like she would regret this? She looked at him hard, guessing he is probably trying to change her mind " You should have known from the start that me and you can never be together. We had so much difference and yet you still went ahead to marry me. So don't try blaming me for your own mistake " Anderson smiled out. " Funny but true. You are now a mighty magnate in charge of one of the top leading establishments in Bedford City and I'm still the same poor guy who cooks and clean for you which is the only thing I seem to be good at in your eyes. Ashley smiled with disdain. Finally he's seeing the truth she wanted him to see. He is finally accepting the fact that she is now way above his league. " It feels nice hearing that from your mouth. You can finally see we are in different worlds and I can't be with a useless person like you anymore ." " Really? " Anderson said in a mocking manner. " If that is what you think of me then I think this divorce is worth it. " " So what are you trying to say?" She looked cold. " It's been three years. Three good years, Ashley ... Have I ever treated you wrong during those times, no matter how tired I was, I would make sure to make you warm food. Every time you were in pain, I would make sure you were cared for. And when you said you wanted to have one of the best establishments in the city, I offered you my ideas and support for the sake of achieving your dreams " " Is this all I get back ... For every single thing I've done! Do I really deserve the pretense? You know— " Enough. I don't want to hear any of it." She cut him short. Her chest was rising and falling softly as she spoke. " You did all those things because you love me... Stop making it seem like I was using you." " And the ideas... Without my careful planning, do you think the company would get to where it is today? I worked tirelessly day and night to build that name. Ideas doesn't build a company, Money does... Something a worthless man like you must know" " And besides I have been taking care of you, allowing you to live in my apartment since our marriage and feeding you. I think I have done much more for you than you deserve." " Wow... " He looked at her amusingly " you think your hard work alone was what took the company to where it is ?" " I don't care what you think. You are just trying to give yourself cheap validation for something you never worked for." Ashley's face was filled with rage. Anderson smiled, realizing there was no hope in saving their marriage. He sighed gently then proceeded to signed the document. When he was done. he dropped the pen and smiled like he won the lottery. Ashley was surprised. She was expecting him to plead but somehow, he seemed confident. He turned to her coldly. " We have nothing together again. I hope you don't get any regrets when you recall this very day." Ashley's face turned red. She seemed clearly hurt by his words. What the hell did he mean she would regret leaving a worthless man like him? " What the hell are you saying? "Ashley shouted. Her fists were clenched tightly as she watched him. She was about to say more when suddenly, her phone started ringing. She gave him a cold look before picking. Her voice softened instantly, transforming from harsh to a warm, affectionate tone. " Hey, " she smiled into the phone, her face lighting up. " Yeah, I'm almost done here, I'll be there soon." She suddenly burst into cute laughs. " You know I can't wait to see you too, Haha ha ha" She turned away slightly, as if dismissing anderson entirely, her focus now solely on the voice on the other end of the line Anderson stood there, watching bitterly as she continued her conversation, his fists clenched at his sides. It was unmistakably the same man he had accused her of cheating with. The sweetness in her voice, the intimacy, it all confirmed his worst fears. The betrayal felt like a physical weight pressing down on his shoulders. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the fact he still loved her greatly and was getting deeply hurt by her actions but chose not to show it. "Alex, stop it" she laughed again " I love you too. See you soon, hahaha" she ended the call with a light laugh, as if nothing significant had just happened. As she hung up, she finally met Anderson's eyes, her expression unreadable and cold. "Well," she said flatly, "I've got to go." With that, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door, pausing only to look back at him one last time. "Guess this is the last time I'll be seeing you." Anderson stared at the papers, then back at Ashley, his eyes wide with disbelief. His heart raced, a desperate hope surging through him that maybe, just maybe, she would give him some explanation, some final reason that could make sense of everything."That's it? You're just leaving? No explanation, no... nothing?" Ashley shrugged, unfazed. "What more do you want me to say? " She turned to leave. " ASHLEY! " Anderson tried calling boldly but it sounded more of a desperate cry. Ashley paused at the doorway, her hand on the door handle. She turned to face him, her face void of emotions "You've already signed the papers, Anderson. We're officially done. You have to let me go, honey." She sent him a cold smile. Just then, her phone rang again. She took the phone and glanced at the screen, a giggle escaping her lips. ."Seems he's around." The excitement in her voice stung Anderson, a sharp reminder of how quickly she had moved on.She looked at Anderson one last time, without a symptom of regret. "Bye," she said, almost casually, as if they were parting after a trivial argument. Without another word, she opened the door and exited the room, Anderson stood there, watching. His heart ached, not just from the betrayal but from the realization that this was truly the end. The woman he had loved, the life they had built together, had all been swept away in a matter of moments. As he lowered his gaze to the divorce papers on the table, a flood of memories rushed back—the little happy times, the shared dreams, the forever wishes that now felt like a lifetime ago. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if to cleanse himself of the last few painful moments. He opened his eyes and walked out of the room without taking another glance back.As he stepped outside, the warm rays of the morning sun gr
That night, Anderson had just arrived in Bedford City for a secret meeting with one of his associates when he was attacked. He managed to escape and was running in the empty street with his white shirt soaked with blood. When he couldn't walk anymore, he collapsed to the floor and was slowly losing consciousness when a girl walked up to him, looking him in the eye. His vision was blurry and her voice echoed softly in his ear. He thought he was caught and smiled painfully and his world went dark shortly after. By the time he opened his eyes, he met a pair of black hazel eyes staring at him. He thought it was a dream. He was meant to be dead by now. He rubbed this eyes gently to see it was the same girl, staring at her with the same loving eyes as she did the night before.that girl was Ashley. During his healing process, they fell in love. He decided to give up his life for her and placed Eduardo in charge of all his business, living a simple poor life. He went undercover a
Ashley and Alex walked hand in hand through the magnificent halls of Megafield Corporation. " So you mean this deal is worth millions? Wow" Ashley asked in awe and Alex nodded with a smile. " We don't have to worry. The director in charge, Raymond Baker is an old friend. I'm rest assured the contract is mine " he said and chuckled. " That's great news, and there's something I need you to know" " What is it, bae " Alex turned to look at her with loving eyes. "Our wedding plans. You still haven’t met my dad. He wants to go over everything with you." Her voice turned pleading. Alex chuckled. " Tell him I'll be visiting soon. I'll create time in a couple of days to meet him. Is that fine by you? " His smile made her smile sheepishly. " Thank dar— " her voice was cut short when she saw him. ANDERSON!! Her shout echoed through the hall, drawing curious stares. Anderson turned to them. They had gotten to where he stood and gave him a look of disgust. " What are you doing here?" S
" You must be Raymond Baker, the acting general manager,” Anderson started to smile as he talkedRaymond smiled nervously, his hands clasped together. “You honor me, sir. I’m just a loyal servant of the Denfield family,” he said humbly, bowing slightly.Anderson’s reputation preceded him—a man known for wielding power with an iron fist. One word from him could elevate or obliterate a career. Raymond knew this too well and he planned to impress him well on their first meeting. What if I say the wrong thing? What if the numbers I presented aren’t enough? The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine." You are actually doing well, Ray. I'm impressed with the statistics and reports I have received so far. " Anderson smiledHe had heard rumors of Anderson to be heartless and ruthless but he was seeing the total opposite.“Thank you, Mr. Denfield,” Raymond was flustered. He had braced himself for a rich , arrogant tyrant, but Anderson’s humble attitude caught him off guard. The rumo
She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.She looked at names on the letters carefullyPrincess Maria of Massachusetts.Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries.Flora James.Zara Madonna.Kelly Sutton Johnny DeepHer anger grew with each letter.These were names she knew too well.They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson.Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting.The words were short, precise, and devastating.To Mr. Anderson Denfield,This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire.Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. T
The next morning was a Tuesday and Anderson smiled as he dressed himself up in a white shirt and designer jeans. He had spent the night at his father's mansion for easy convenience for their meeting.He checked his wrist watch and knew his father would be up by now.He had decided to use the project to keep himself busy while in town. It has been an easy cake convincing the investors to approve the expansion and acquisition projects and now the only thing left is his father approval. He knew his father too well — a man who doesn't like to do things without clear reason.His phone beeped and he picked it.It was from Eduardo.*** Good morning lad. hope you had a fun time with the ladies.Your old man is up.Tell me how it goes when you are done.See you soon. ****Anderson smiled at the thought of the 'ladies' Eduardo mentioned—ones he had promptly sent away the night before.He suddenly remembered Eduardo's words" All work no play makes Jack a dull boy... Don't be like Jack, An
The plump maid carefully set the first bottle on the table and uncapped it. The old man glanced at the bottle for a moment before taking it from the maid’s hand. He gave it a brief shake, then placed it on the table in front of him. The drugs seemed a bit too excessive for consumption to Anderson but he chose to keep quiet. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, son,” Mr. Denfield said quietly, “but these are just part of my life. One must adapt, just as one adapts to running a company" Anderson smiled back, waiting for him to finish. The maid poured the water into the glass and passed it to Mr. Denfield, who took it without a word. Anderson watched, trying to hide his concern. “Dad…” Anderson began. " I'm sure Eduardo filled you in on the reason why I'm here. I came for the approval. I’ve got investors waiting, and this project can’t move forward without your word.” " Hmm, " Mr. Denfield paused for a moment. “You don’t think I know that, son?” he murmured, pouring the pill int
Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
“I don’t know what you’re implying, Alex,” Raymond said slowly. “But I can’t contradict decisions made at the highest level. If the detectives have evidence against you, it’s not my place to intervene.”Alex smiled, a slow, deliberate grin that crept across his face as he rolled his fingers over the small round clock on Raymond’s desk. The ticking filled the silence, an odd contrast to the tension that thickened the air. The room felt still, all eyes on him—Jenna, the detectives, even Raymond—all waiting for the next move.Raymond didn’t flinch. He remained seated, his gaze steady on Alex, but his irritation was growing. He didn’t quite understand what Alex was doing, but he knew it wasn’t good.The seconds ticked by. The air grew heavier. Alex wasn’t in any rush, as though he knew something the rest didn’t. He was letting the silence stretch, turning it into a kind of pressure that only he seemed to control.Raymond sighed, shifting in his seat. His patience was starting to wear thin
Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
The plump maid carefully set the first bottle on the table and uncapped it. The old man glanced at the bottle for a moment before taking it from the maid’s hand. He gave it a brief shake, then placed it on the table in front of him. The drugs seemed a bit too excessive for consumption to Anderson but he chose to keep quiet. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, son,” Mr. Denfield said quietly, “but these are just part of my life. One must adapt, just as one adapts to running a company" Anderson smiled back, waiting for him to finish. The maid poured the water into the glass and passed it to Mr. Denfield, who took it without a word. Anderson watched, trying to hide his concern. “Dad…” Anderson began. " I'm sure Eduardo filled you in on the reason why I'm here. I came for the approval. I’ve got investors waiting, and this project can’t move forward without your word.” " Hmm, " Mr. Denfield paused for a moment. “You don’t think I know that, son?” he murmured, pouring the pill int
The next morning was a Tuesday and Anderson smiled as he dressed himself up in a white shirt and designer jeans. He had spent the night at his father's mansion for easy convenience for their meeting.He checked his wrist watch and knew his father would be up by now.He had decided to use the project to keep himself busy while in town. It has been an easy cake convincing the investors to approve the expansion and acquisition projects and now the only thing left is his father approval. He knew his father too well — a man who doesn't like to do things without clear reason.His phone beeped and he picked it.It was from Eduardo.*** Good morning lad. hope you had a fun time with the ladies.Your old man is up.Tell me how it goes when you are done.See you soon. ****Anderson smiled at the thought of the 'ladies' Eduardo mentioned—ones he had promptly sent away the night before.He suddenly remembered Eduardo's words" All work no play makes Jack a dull boy... Don't be like Jack, An
She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.She looked at names on the letters carefullyPrincess Maria of Massachusetts.Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries.Flora James.Zara Madonna.Kelly Sutton Johnny DeepHer anger grew with each letter.These were names she knew too well.They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson.Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting.The words were short, precise, and devastating.To Mr. Anderson Denfield,This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire.Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. T
" You must be Raymond Baker, the acting general manager,” Anderson started to smile as he talkedRaymond smiled nervously, his hands clasped together. “You honor me, sir. I’m just a loyal servant of the Denfield family,” he said humbly, bowing slightly.Anderson’s reputation preceded him—a man known for wielding power with an iron fist. One word from him could elevate or obliterate a career. Raymond knew this too well and he planned to impress him well on their first meeting. What if I say the wrong thing? What if the numbers I presented aren’t enough? The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine." You are actually doing well, Ray. I'm impressed with the statistics and reports I have received so far. " Anderson smiledHe had heard rumors of Anderson to be heartless and ruthless but he was seeing the total opposite.“Thank you, Mr. Denfield,” Raymond was flustered. He had braced himself for a rich , arrogant tyrant, but Anderson’s humble attitude caught him off guard. The rumo
Ashley and Alex walked hand in hand through the magnificent halls of Megafield Corporation. " So you mean this deal is worth millions? Wow" Ashley asked in awe and Alex nodded with a smile. " We don't have to worry. The director in charge, Raymond Baker is an old friend. I'm rest assured the contract is mine " he said and chuckled. " That's great news, and there's something I need you to know" " What is it, bae " Alex turned to look at her with loving eyes. "Our wedding plans. You still haven’t met my dad. He wants to go over everything with you." Her voice turned pleading. Alex chuckled. " Tell him I'll be visiting soon. I'll create time in a couple of days to meet him. Is that fine by you? " His smile made her smile sheepishly. " Thank dar— " her voice was cut short when she saw him. ANDERSON!! Her shout echoed through the hall, drawing curious stares. Anderson turned to them. They had gotten to where he stood and gave him a look of disgust. " What are you doing here?" S
That night, Anderson had just arrived in Bedford City for a secret meeting with one of his associates when he was attacked. He managed to escape and was running in the empty street with his white shirt soaked with blood. When he couldn't walk anymore, he collapsed to the floor and was slowly losing consciousness when a girl walked up to him, looking him in the eye. His vision was blurry and her voice echoed softly in his ear. He thought he was caught and smiled painfully and his world went dark shortly after. By the time he opened his eyes, he met a pair of black hazel eyes staring at him. He thought it was a dream. He was meant to be dead by now. He rubbed this eyes gently to see it was the same girl, staring at her with the same loving eyes as she did the night before.that girl was Ashley. During his healing process, they fell in love. He decided to give up his life for her and placed Eduardo in charge of all his business, living a simple poor life. He went undercover a
"Seems he's around." The excitement in her voice stung Anderson, a sharp reminder of how quickly she had moved on.She looked at Anderson one last time, without a symptom of regret. "Bye," she said, almost casually, as if they were parting after a trivial argument. Without another word, she opened the door and exited the room, Anderson stood there, watching. His heart ached, not just from the betrayal but from the realization that this was truly the end. The woman he had loved, the life they had built together, had all been swept away in a matter of moments. As he lowered his gaze to the divorce papers on the table, a flood of memories rushed back—the little happy times, the shared dreams, the forever wishes that now felt like a lifetime ago. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if to cleanse himself of the last few painful moments. He opened his eyes and walked out of the room without taking another glance back.As he stepped outside, the warm rays of the morning sun gr