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

asked, “Where’s your

my big

getting hitched someday.”

and looked down at

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward the dining

mom, your sister.

him, clutching his

the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister

him.”

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

blinked innocently,

Nathan’s face darkened.

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

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit

it was slightly better

she went out

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch

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

lunch, so they

him as he

flinched beside him, looking

she had an

cow vanished

in the

off the sofa,

going?”

to eat.

a pair of pink

Mr. Nathan, I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

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

a few seconds, it was Yulia who

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

“Then

Anya

frowned, “When did

frosty as he stared her down. “Who

opened her mouth to respond, then realized something and went

rage. He pushed past her and stormed

was left alone, watching the door

the wall just in

a second, and Anya watched him

closed the door, and reached for Anya’s hand with a

“Yeah,

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

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