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?”

eyebrow, ruffling his hair as he headed for the kitchen. When he didn’t see Yulia in the living room,

“Where’s

“Nathan, Yulipop is my big sister. Don’t get it twisted, or

getting hitched someday.”

and looked down at Anya,

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

a toddler. Waving

Not your mom, your sister.

clutching his pants, following him to

for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and Mom went

him.”

turned to Anya, “She went

innocently, “With

Nathan’s face darkened.

Anya, oblivious, cheerily added, “I asked Mister Ronald if he likes Yulipop,

Nathan fell silent.

then I told him, he can only like Yulipop a little

but it was

went out

“When did they leave?”

head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch

now, so she’d

they were probably lunching

as he slammed the

flinched beside him, looking up worriedly, “Nathan, what’s

smirk was ice cold. So, she had an

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

in

Anya hopped off

going?”

to eat.

with a pair

I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

pulling Yulia,

After a few seconds, it was Yulia who spoke first,

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

lips together, “Then we’ll talk

while leaving Anya

frowned, “When did I ever

eyes, which were frosty as

respond, then realized something

fueling his rage. He pushed past her and

tumbling down. She was left alone,

the wall just in time

second, and Anya watched him go with a

for Anya’s hand with a gentle tug.

nodded. “Yeah,

thin but reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and he won’t

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