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?”

ruffling his hair as he headed for the kitchen. When he

“Where’s your

big sister. Don’t get

getting hitched someday.”

turned, and looked down at Anya, “You looking for trouble, young

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving her

mom, your

after him, clutching his pants, following him

up, “Mister Ronald

him.”

he turned to Anya, “She went out with

blinked innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

Ronald if he likes

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit because

mood soured, but it was

she went out

“When did they leave?”

“Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and

and left? It was past two now, so she’d been out with Ronald for hours? And

they were probably lunching

as he slammed the fridge door

him, looking up

ice cold. So, she had an exit strategy

had him ready to devour a cow vanished in a

couch in the living

to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t

going?”

eat. Stay

from the balcony, with a

I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

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

a few seconds, it was Yulia who spoke first, “Let’s

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

her lips together, “Then we’ll talk

another man while leaving Anya home alone? Had a good

frowned, “When did I

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

then realized something and went silent. Her silence was

past her and stormed out of

down. She was left

wall just in time to avoid

for a second, and Anya watched him

closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand

nodded. “Yeah, but

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

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