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?”

his hair as he headed for the

“Where’s your

big sister. Don’t get it twisted,

getting hitched someday.”

and looked down at Anya,

Anya pouted, “What’s wrong?”

be bothered to argue with a toddler. Waving her

mom, your sister. Where’d she go

after him, clutching his pants, following him to

rifled through the fridge for food, Anya piped up, “Mister Ronald swung

him.”

mid-search, and he turned to Anya,

blinked innocently, “With

Nathan’s face darkened.

“I asked Mister Ronald if he likes Yulipop,

Nathan fell silent.

him, he can only like Yulipop a

mood soured, but it was slightly better

went

“When did they leave?”

her head, “Dunno, Yulipop skipped lunch

now, so she’d been out with Ronald for

they

escaped him as

beside him, looking

cold. So, she had an exit strategy all

cow vanished

couch in the

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

going?”

to eat.

balcony, with a

I saved you some

“Don’t bother.”

pulling Yulia, who was on

was Yulia who spoke first,

Nathan scoffed, “I’m busy.”

pressed her lips together, “Then

another man while leaving Anya home alone? Had a good

“When did I ever

were frosty as he stared

then realized something and

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

braced against the door, nearly tumbling down. She was

herself against the wall just

Anya watched him go

door, and reached for Anya’s hand with

“Yeah,

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

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