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?”

the

“Where’s

Yulipop is my big

getting hitched someday.”

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

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

couldn’t be bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving her off, he continued toward the

Not your mom, your sister.

clutching his pants, following

fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald

him.”

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

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

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

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a little bit because

soured, but it was slightly better than

went out

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch and

now, so she’d been out with

so they were

cold laugh escaped him as he slammed the

beside him, looking up

smirk was ice cold. So, she

him ready to devour a cow vanished

in

coat to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa,

going?”

eat.

balcony, with a pair of pink shoes

I saved you

“Don’t bother.”

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

a few seconds, it was Yulia who spoke

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

together, “Then

Anya

“When did

smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were frosty as he stared her

realized something and went silent. Her silence was

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

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

wall just in time to avoid an embarrassing

second, and Anya watched him go with

Anya’s hand

nodded. “Yeah,

thin but reassuring. “He’s a grown man, and

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