Olivia only had eyes for Darius. She greeted him with a radiant smile and pulled him into a warm hug. "Darius, it's wonderful to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it."Her kindness toward Darius, when others had once scorned her, was not lost on those present.Darius warmly returned Olivia’s
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
2 Darius murmured to himself, the words tasting bitter. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he signed the divorce papers. It felt like signing away a part of his soul.Just as he set the pen down, a sharp ring shattered the silence. Darius walked to the door, his steps heavy, and swung it open.
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
4 Darius was momentarily lost for words, his heart pounding and emotions swirling chaotically. When he finally found his voice, Howard had already seized the initiative, his tone oozing with a crafted innocence and a veneer of kindness. "I was merely concerned and wondered if there was any way I c
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
6 Lydia's gaze swept over the certificate, her voice cold, devoid of any warmth. "How generous of you, Darius. Donating 'my' money to the orphanage," she stated, her posture rigid, her eyebrow slightly raised. "What a saint you are." Yet, Darius hadn't used Lydia's money at all. Lydia had instruct
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