Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Shane bit his lips in silence.

He was reluctant to show her the evidence as he did not want her to see for herself how her mom, whom she idolized, committed the crime.

But she was so insistent….

“Fine. Come to Thompson Group tomorrow. I will show it to you.” Shane promised.

As soon as he said that, Natalie’s heart skipped a beat.

So the evidence exists?

“Stunned? Lost for words?” Shane narrowed his eyes and challenged her.

“Fine! I’ll be there.” Natalie pursed her lips and agreed.

She had always chosen not to believe that her mom had really killed someone, despite his insistence that he had evidence and the fact that her mom had always behaved secretively on the Ninth of October every year.

The Thompson Group might not be as influential eighteen years ago, but they were already in the top ten amongst the corporations in J City.

so it would be a piece of cake for the Thompsons to

to find out who killed Shane’s parents. If Natalie’s mom did that, why did they not arrest her then? What

be some hidden secrets that both she and Shane

in mind, Natalie took a deep breath and

she accidentally knocked the envelope off the bed, and it fell to the floor, spilling the contents from the

looked down and saw the divorce papers. Instantly, his face turned

and waved them in Natalie’s face. “You

Natalie had not planned to let him know until later, but since he saw it, she did not feel the need to deny

was no hiding from him as she would eventually need

papers in his hands and growled, “How

might have been angry and harsh toward her because of Yulia, but the thought

nerve she has! She even got ready the

out a miserable smile. “How dare I? How dare I! If it wasn’t because of you, Mr.

Shane was bewildered when he heard

you!” Natalie stared fixedly at him and continued, “Just ask yourself how you’ve been treating me so far. You gave me the cold shoulder and ignored me after you decided I was the daughter of your enemy. We’re married, for Christ’s sake, Shane. Do you think that is how a husband should treat his

quivered upon that but remained

miserable, Shane. So miserable that I couldn’t even focus on my work. Even Joyce said I had changed; I’m no