A marriage built on schemes and calculation was never his cup of tea. The only reason they were still together was

her reluctance to let go. Their peaceable coexistence hung on every sexual encounter they shared.

After all, he was a man with needs. And she was willing to give, to indulge without burden for those fleeting

moments of joy.

Their so-called “happy” marriage was rooted in “harmonious” encounters. To the outside world, they seemed to be

the perfect couple, but it was all an illusion.

Even Damon and Chloe sensed something off about their union, yet it somehow trudged on.

How could it be?

Ronald was spot-on. She only sought out Nathan to cement her standing in the company. Having the second son of

the Harpers to back her up, no one dared to cross her.d2

Though her shares didn’t measure up to her uncle’s, she remained unscathed in the corporate world. Nathan was

biding his time for a divorce, and she hungered for more shares. If Ronald offered his shares to her, then there was

no need to keep Nathan dangling.

As for continuing with Ronald? Her lips, pressed tightly together, lost their color under the pressure of her teeth.

Divorcing Nathan. Could Anya handle it?

Anya adored Nathan. If they split for good, she’d have to cut ties completely.

Ronald was right. The longer she waited, the more Anya would suffer. If Nathan got wind of anything, or decided to

dig deeper, she risked losing Anya too.

No, she couldn’t afford to lose Anya.

Yet something unformed within her swayed her decisions.

Nathan hadn’t slept well, but a two-hour nap did wonders for his spirits. He was so hungry he felt like he could eat a

horse.

Descending the stairs, there was Anya, gyrating in the living room, her small arms flailing to some

incomprehensible dance on TV.

Nathan cast a disdainful glance her way and let out a dismissive “tch.”

Anya, hearing him, scurried over, “Nathan, you’re up?”

as he headed for the kitchen. When he didn’t

asked, “Where’s

Yulipop is my big

getting hitched someday.”

and looked down at Anya, “You looking for

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

to argue with a toddler. Waving her off, he

Not your mom, your sister. Where’d

after him, clutching his pants, following him to

rifled through the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and Mom went

him.”

hand paused mid-search, and he turned to Anya, “She went out with

blinked innocently,

Nathan’s face darkened.

added, “I asked Mister Ronald if

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit because she has

mood soured, but it was slightly better than

she went out with

“When did they leave?”

head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and

so she’d been out with

lunch, so they were probably

escaped him as he slammed the

beside him, looking up worriedly, “Nathan,

ice cold. So, she had

him ready to devour a cow vanished in a puff. Scooping up Anya, he set

couch in the living

coat to leave, Anya hopped off

going?”

to eat. Stay

balcony, with a pair of pink shoes

Mr. Nathan, I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia, who was on the

After a few seconds, it was Yulia who

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

pressed her lips together, “Then

while leaving Anya home alone? Had a

“When did

his eyes, which were frosty as he stared her down. “Who

realized something and went silent. Her silence

Nathan, fueling his rage. He pushed past her and stormed out of

nearly tumbling down. She was left alone, watching the door slam

herself against the wall just in

for a second, and Anya watched him go with

and reached for Anya’s

nodded. “Yeah,

reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and he won’t let himself starve. Trust

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