PART 2: The Secret Behind His Hearing Was Worse Than the Affair

Adrián followed me into the hospital corridor. “Lucía!” I kept walking. “Stop.” I did. Not because he ordered me to. Because for the first time in five…

PART 2: The House They Sold Was the Least Valuable Thing I Took Back

Marcos stopped laughing. “What do you mean I knew?” I looked at the man I’d married five years earlier. For the first time, I didn’t see my…

PART 2: The Signature He Forged Cost Him the Wife He Thought Would Never Leave

“Borrow?” I repeated the word slowly. So Quan nodded. “Thua Chu was afraid you’d misunderstand, so he planned to explain it himself.” I almost laughed. Apparently, in…

PART 2: Apartment 2108 Wasn’t His Biggest Secret

The Hong Kong meeting lasted four hours. By the time it ended, we’d secured the contract my department had spent eight months pursuing. My director shook my…

PART 2: The Divorce He Forged Cost Him Far More Than a Marriage

For several seconds, Ethan said nothing. Olivia was the first to move. She picked up the divorce papers and stared at my supposed signature. “What does she…

PART 2: The Day I Finally Stopped Waiting for Him to Choose Me

Seven years ago, I believed that promise. Now, lying in a hospital bed with my arm in plaster, I finally understood something. Giang Du Bach had never…

PART 2: The Day He Finally Chose His Wife, I No Longer Wanted to Be Chosen

Claudia’s fingers tightened around the phone. “Sebastián, you’re seriously going to invade my privacy because of her?” Her. Not your wife. Not Valeria. Just her. Sebastián’s expression…

PART 2: The Night I Stopped Waiting, He Finally Learned What He Had Lost

Sebastián stared at the ring for a long time. Then he looked at my suitcase. “Isabella, put your things back.” “No.” “We’re both angry.” “I’m not angry…

PART 2: The Day I Finally Became Independent, He Couldn’t Accept It

Ha Du Sinh raised the bag of pastries in his hand. “I bought the chestnut cake you like.” I looked at the logo. It was Lam Vien…

PART 2: The Woman He Called a Failed Designer Was the Artist Everyone Wanted

My hand stopped above the tablet. Ethan Cole placed the sketch carefully on my desk. Chloe looked between us. “Wait.” Her eyes widened. “You know Sofia?” Ethan…