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

asked, “Where’s

my big sister. Don’t get it twisted,

getting hitched someday.”

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

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

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

your mom, your sister. Where’d she

after him, clutching his pants, following him to the

fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung

him.”

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

innocently, “With Mister

Nathan’s face darkened.

“I asked Mister Ronald if he likes Yulipop, and he said he

Nathan fell silent.

only like Yulipop a little bit because she

it was slightly

she went out

“When did they leave?”

Yulipop

so she’d been out with

they were

him as he slammed

looking up worriedly, “Nathan,

So, she

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

in the

his coat to leave, Anya hopped off the sofa, “Nathan, aren’t you gonna

going?”

eat. Stay

from the balcony, with a pair of

Nathan, I saved

“Don’t bother.”

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

seconds, it was Yulia who spoke first,

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

lips together, “Then we’ll

another man while leaving Anya home

frowned, “When did I ever

eyes, which were frosty as

mouth to respond, then realized something and went

his rage. He pushed past her and

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

steadied herself against the wall just in

pause for a second, and Anya watched

Anya’s hand with a gentle tug. “Have you

nodded. “Yeah,

smile was thin but reassuring. “He’s a grown

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