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?”

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

“Where’s your

Anya paused, then corrected, “Nathan, Yulipop is my big sister.

getting hitched someday.”

and looked down at Anya,

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

be bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward the

mom, your sister.

clutching his pants, following him

up, “Mister Ronald swung by today, and Mom went out

him.”

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

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

oblivious, cheerily added, “I asked Mister Ronald

Nathan fell silent.

he can only like Yulipop a little bit

but it was slightly

went

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop

she’d been out with Ronald

so they were

cold laugh escaped him as he slammed the

him, looking

was ice cold. So, she had an exit strategy all

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

couch in the living

hopped off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t you gonna have lunch? Where

going?”

to eat. Stay

the balcony, with a

I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

and ready, Nathan yanked the door open, inadvertently pulling Yulia,

it was

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

together, “Then we’ll talk when you’re

leaving Anya home alone? Had a

frowned, “When did I ever do

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

her mouth to respond, then realized something and went silent. Her

past

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

herself against the wall just in time to

for a second, and Anya watched him go with a

Anya’s

nodded. “Yeah, but

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

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