Meeting You Was Fate

Monica's own husband, the person closest to her, and the one she slept next to every night, never truly loved her. What could be more heartbreaking than that?

Malcolm was such a sensible person, and he didn't even want to pretend that he loved her. He wasn't going to fake it just to make her happier. This characteristic of his was inherited by both Ethon and Colin.

"Look, only people like you who have never fallen in love with someone would say something like this. It's quite normal." Malcolm sneered. Normally, he was a pretty calm and gentle person. He almost never got angry. If Monica hadn't gotten on his nerves, he never would have said anything like that.

"Malcolm... You!" Monica trembled with anger. She was too furious to say anything.

Malcom maintained the cold look he had on his face. He was tired of acting as a loving and caring husband to Monica for so many years.

"From now on, we're sleeping in separate rooms. You can sleep here, and I'll sleep in the guest room." Then he stood up and walked past her. He didn't even look back as he left.

"Ha-ha... I agree. You have the right to make that decision. You and I have been pretending to be this great, admirable couple for years, and now you're tired. I understand. All men are bastards anyway. When you were young, you couldn't control yourself, and you would sleep with beautiful women left and right. Deep inside, all you wanted was to stay with your beloved woman forever. Can you see how much of a jerk you are?" Monica's mocking voice came from within the room. A trace of loneliness could be detected in her tone.

"Yes, I'm a jerk, and I feel sorry for her." Malcolm remained motionless as he slowly clenched his fists.

"You feel sorry for her? Then what about me? Don't you feel sorry for me? Since you never loved me, why did you marry me?" Monica was fuming. No matter how stubborn and arrogant she was on the surface, at the end of the day, all she wanted was to be loved.

why I married you, right?" Malcolm sneered, refusing to turn around.

each other since they were young. Since then, Monica had already liked Malcolm. She'd wanted to marry him ever since she was a child. When Malcolm was young, he was a prince charming. All the girls were after him

was no exception. He believed that as long as two people stayed together for a long time, they could develop feelings for each other. Monica's father agreed to her request. He then sat down with Malcolm's father and told him that his daughter wanted to marry Malcolm. Naturally, Malcolm's

this. Did she really deserve this? Did she deserve to be

learn to love her one day. As it turned out, Malcolm had only eyes for one woman, and that was Ivy. Needless to say,

she could not have

her life was a maze, and just one wrong turn

you're so great, why did you marry me then? Why didn't you protect your beloved woman? If I were Ivy, I would hate you with my entire being." Monica's voice was dripping with

Malcolm responded, "Yes, her death is my fault, and I will carry that burden for the rest of my life. I can't do anything about that even if I wanted to. I don't care if she hates me. But in the next life, I won't let her

still have to be with me. You owe me that. I've given you so much—a baby, a family, a life! I know I can be bad-tempered sometimes, but I've never brought you shame!" A wave of complex feelings surged in Monica's chest. She felt as if she was waiting

If Malcolm were being honest, he had to admit that Monica's words moved him.

miserable Monica must have been all these years because he had always been cold and distant to her. What woman would accept

same bed for years. Since Ethon was born, they hadn't slept with each other.

in Malcolm's mind. She wasn't bad-looking by any means. She was not inferior to Ivy in any way—family background, educational background, physical appearances. Still, throughout the years, Malcolm seldom touched her. Naturally, she felt humiliated and