Rena simply smiled, making her intentions clear.

Waylen stared at her for a few seconds, his emotions swirling within.

Then he turned around and left, his temper evident.

At seven o’clock in the evening, Rena was ready to head out.

Unexpectedly, Waylen suddenly swung open the bedroom door and fixed his gaze upon her.

She was donning a stunning golden dress with delicate shoulder straps.

No silk stockings adorned her legs, which were elegantly slender and straight.

Matching fur coat and heels of the same color as her dress elevated her appearance.

Tonight, Rena exuded an unparalleled radiance.

Waylen’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he said in a hoarse and low voice, “Let me drive you there.”

“No, thanks. Ross is waiting for me.”

“Are you sure you want to attend the party dressed like this? Rena, you have a husband.”

Rena lowered her eyes and let out a smile.

Husband? Did he genuinely consider her his wife?

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a skilled lover in bed or the perfect daughter-in-law for the Fowler family. Their relationship had nothing to do with love.

Without hesitation, she turned around and walked away.

As she entered the car, Ross couldn’t help but compliment, “Mrs. Fowler, you look stunning tonight.”

“I’m attending a party,” Rena replied absentmindedly.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Mellowny Club.

Rena opened the door to the small banquet hall and confirmed that Vera’s words were true.

Numerous old friends of theirs were present, creating an atmosphere suitable for relaxation and enjoyment.

In high spirits, Rena removed her coat and settled into a corner sofa, engaging in conversation with Vera.

Regardless of Rena’s low-key demeanor, all eyes were drawn to her.

They marveled at her social status.

Aside from that, they were also curious about her marriage with Waylen.

Vera, too, was aware of the situation with Mavis. She leaned closer to Rena and whispered, “What if we… you know, get rid of her?”

Amidst the luxurious lighting, Rena raised her goblet.

Then, she swirled the golden champagne inside of it.

After a moment, she flicked her long brown hair and replied with a smile, “Let’s wait for her to be released from the hospital.”

In that moment, the atmosphere felt electric…

Vera was whisked away to the bathroom by Roscoe for an intimate moment, leaving Rena alone to bask in the ambiance.

“Rena!” a voice called out.

Aslender figure appeared before Rena, and his voice sounded familiar.

Rena lifted her head and saw Harold standing there.

It had been a long time since they last saw each other…

Harold tilted his chin slightly and inquired, “Can I sit here?” ©

The past had faded away, and Rena remained composed. “Of course.”

Harold respected the boundaries between them.

They had known each other for so many years, experiencing love and pain. Today, they could still sit together calmly and share a drink, which made him contemplate a new possibility.

“Rena, how have you been?”

Rena chuckled softly. “Im doing well. And what about you? Are you married?”

Harold extended his hand, but there was no ring on his finger.

Rena didn’t comment on it.

In a hoarse voice, Harold continued, “I’ve been away on business in the north recently. When I returned, I heard that you… you haven’t been doing so great. Rena, we’re not young anymore, and I won’t beat around the bush. I admit I’ve had many women around me over the years, but in the end, I only ever liked you.”

He deeply regretted it.

He regretted losing the girl who loved him and stood by him during tough times.

All these years, he lived a life without much introspection.

Meanwhile, Rena struggled in her marriage.

Harold implored Vera to give him a chance to see Rena. He said candidly, “Waylen has lost his memory, hasn’t he? He’s forgotten that he loves you.”

Rena didn’t say anything.

“Rena, if it’s too difficult for you, why don’t you consider me? I’m willing to take Alexis and Marcus as my own.”

Harold’s eyes bore into Rena…

Still leaning against the back of the sofa, Rena gently swirled the contents of her goblet.

After a moment, she smiled and replied, “Harold, are you unable to father children or something? Is that why you’re so eager to take other people’s kids? If you can’t have children, visit a fertility clinic or better, a brain specialist.”

past relationship was over, and there was no going

was ruined, and she felt bored.

Harold reached out and

wrist was delicate,

off his hand and uttered, “I shouldn’t have said anything to

a bitter

stopped trusting him long ago. Gazing at her beautiful face, he said with bitterness, “Rena, you’ve changed so

of her

a snapshot of Rena waiting for him at the table in the middle of

relationship he had

had no interest in revisiting their past

called Vera, who was probably busy with Roscoe. Vera’s

mix of

of the club, Rena realized

her tender arm and was about to ask Ross to help her retrieve it. She really didn’t want to go back inside and

leg stepped out

but

he looked

after a moment, she asked coldly, “Why are you

his coat and placed it

coat. It smelled of rosin, and she was engulfed in the warmth

ear, and said unwillingly, “Mrs. Fowler,

none of your business. Let

“No.”

their little argument, a

It was Harold.

he smiled faintly and said in a gentle and

stiffened

a fight with Waylen, for their reputation’s sake, she never wanted to make a scene outside

Waylen was furious.

glared at Harold with fiery

took a

car door, and pushed Rena inside. Then he sneered at Harold. “Thank you,

to

to it, and the two men engaged in a

sneered, “Mr. Moore, you’re single now. If you feel lonely,

because she’s lonely too? Waylen… If she takes you seriously, why did you leave you out like her

is still

his cigarette, glancing at

tomorrow. Maybe

was venting his frustrations

Harold knew Rena could

want to argue

the car and tossed Rena’s coat onto the

so many memories. He knew Rena and Harold

Did they kiss?

Did they… make love?

drove at

her chest and asked softly, “Where are you

Waylen remained silent.

looked particularly stern in the darkness

of that cold and

stop at the villa where Waylen and Rena once lived. Since they rarely stayed here now, all the

and went around to pull

Rena resisted and struggled.

he lifted her up in his arms, paying no

the lights, and soon the villa was bathed in a

he tossed Rena

gently on the plush mattress. As she tried to escape, he firmly held her hands down on

exuding

her anger, her ample bosom heaved, making her even

challenge to his desire and possessiveness had ignited Waylen’s uncontrollable lust. With one hand holding hers to prevent her from moving,

overwhelmed by his wild

want this with

attempting to break free from

me!” Rena cried

Rena, his breath heavy and his eyes filled with

struggling for a long time, Rena lost

sink into the soft bed and murmured, “Because you make me

harsh words, which

the woman

said he

once…

nose turning

truly loved me, you would have understood how

died

her sister when you were supposed to be with your family! You left

She was completely infatuated with you and would

to her accusations, Waylen

slowly retreated, sitting on her

he considered lighting a

asked, “What about you? As you said, she can die

bed, there was only one thought circling in her

was to

to know the difference between

you can never hold a candle to the

deserve that apartment. You don’t deserve anything that I’ve experienced with

be honest, I hate

Waylen froze.

was infuriated

his bed, but

traced her body from top to bottom, finally resting his fingertips on her abdomen where their babies had once lived. He sneered, “You didn’t disdain the days we had sex but also indulged in love… Rena, Mrs. Fowler, Are you a bit

emotions were

face, and retorted, “Ves, having sex with you was ‘once a good experience. But

his lips against hers, his face contorted with an awful

body doesn’t

anger knew no

moment,

sweet voice, “Mommy, when will you and

of hair and turned her

tone was a bit broken in gentleness. “Mommy will be

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