After the divorce, he begged

Rebecca was fuming. “Can you stop being so shameless?” asked Rebecca.

“It’s my legal right,” Jeffrey replied coolly, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Since when is that considered

shameless?”

Rebecca opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat.

‘No matter what I said, Jeffrey always managed to counter me with flawless logic, leaving me completely at a loss for words. Rebecca thought.

“I hope we can resolve this amicably, but if not,” Jeffrey said and paused for a while, “You might just see what you call shameless.”

Jeffrey thought, I’d stop at nothing to keep her by my side. Even if, in the end, you despised me.’

“You’ve always hated your parents, but don’t you think you’re acting just like them now?” Rebecca said with

what switched tactics, trying to persuade him. “You both stop at nothing to get

you want.”

Jeffrey’s hands stiffened at his sides, a small hesitation betraying his composure. For a long moment, he answered, “Maybe I am.”

“I’m only asking for a divorce,” Rebecca said, “I’ll never stop you from seeing Samuel, and I swear I’ll never speak badly of you in front of him.” Rebecca knew she couldn’t defeat Jeffrey by force; this was her only way to reason with him.

“Not divorcing you never had anything to do with him,” Jeffrey answered.

Rebecca’s brow furrowed.

Jeffrey’s gaze lingered over her, studying every tiny detail. In her face, he saw confusion, distance, and even disgust, except for love for him. The more Jeffrey recognized this, the more fiercely he wanted to keep her with him.

“Just you,” Jeffrey said, echoing the words he’d told her before.

Rebecca’s lips trembled. A whirlwind of emotions swept through her heart; there was complexity and a warm glow from being his unwavering choice, but more than anything else, there was fear of never being able to escape this marriage.

If Andrea hadn’t been part of this, or if he’d never said those things that shattered her self–esteem, if he’d told her this in the middle of one of their arguments, Rebecca might’ve just let it all slide. But now…

“I’m just so tired,” Rebecca said, and her emotions gradually settled. “I can’t pretend none of that ever happened, and there’s no way I can accept you taking care of Andrea for the rest of your life.”

A sharp pain stabbed through Jeffrey’s heart, and his dark eyes filled with loneliness,

really won’t sign the divorce papers, I’ll have no

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nothing, his eyes

late. I’m heading back to sleep,” Rebecca said as she slipped into

at a snail’s pace. She felt no better than Jeffrey; her chest ached with a sour

wall. Only then did she realize she’d wandered

moment, then finally turned and headed back to her room

a down mood.

she saw her walk in. “I thought Ella said your friend was picking you up,

so I came back,”

roommate blinked, a look of confusion on

she asked, “Did you get into a fight with your friend

only now realizing she’d somehow ended

of nowhere, her mind unaccountably replayed the times Jeffrey made her laugh. She tried to replace those memories with

roommate asked, whether out of true concern or

and before her brain could catch up, she blurted out, “He’s got some

Ella was speechless.

who wasn’t even present, if he heard

sound and immediately started grilling Rebecca about what kind of terminal illness it was. Rebecca didn’t answer; she made an excuse about being exhausted and went back to her room to sleep. Unsurprisingly, she couldn’t

with Jeffrey. She tried to distract herself, but just like before, it didn’t work. She even started wondering if Jeffrey had somehow bribed

alcohol.

was almost here and the alcohol buzz had worn off, Ella managed

Group!” Ella called out over and over, trying to rouse her. “Come on.

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her head pounding from a sleepless night and her whole body feeling off. Still, she dragged herself

for the Hanson Group. Their other roommate, not

night. Rebecca said, staring at Ella. She hadn’t totally blacked out; she could still recall the whole mess.

said, not bothering with any fake modesty. “Then I

the meat you can handle,” Rebecca

the two of