Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie puckered her lips. ‘Ugh! I can’t believe it! Carlos is my husband. I didn’t even ask him to pick up food for me. You did it on purpose! I hope you choke on it!’

As soon as dinner was over, Valerie and James called Carlos into the study, and a housemaid took Debbie into Carlos’ room, at the end of the second floor. Diagonally opposite Carlos’ room was Valerie’s.

Debbie wandered around Carlos’ bedroom, trying to know more about the man she loved. The decor of the room was exactly the same as that of their bedroom in the manor in Alorith. Many of the items she simply left in their places as she walked around the room, hands behind her back. But soon, the urge to be proper was overwhelmed by her curiosity.

She started to pick up various items to look at them in more detail. On the bookshelf were the trophies Carlos had won when he was a teenager and the medals he had been awarded in the army. There were medals for first-class merit, second-class merit, and third-class merit. Looking at the medals and trophies, Debbie found her husband was outstanding.

In the study of the manor in Alorith, there were more than one hundred trophies which he had won in the past few years. Now in this bedroom there were dozens of trophies. He even started winning trophies in kindergarten. He was a remarkable man, driven from the earliest age to excel in everything he put his mind to. A lot of this explained his exceptional nature, and some of his control freak tendencies. He had to be in control or dominate every aspect of his life. And sometimes that was a charming trait, other times quite frightening. None of this occurred to Debbie at the time.

“How Lucky I am to be married to this exceptional man!‘ Debbie thought to herself.

She took a picture of those trophies and medals and sent it to her friends through the group chat function on WeChat.

feel inferior compared to him,”

complained, “Shit! How could you put me in such an envious mood by posting this so early in the morning? Damn! He was even awarded medals for first-class merit. That’s a state-level honor! Is

ever be as accomplished

in New York,

reply Kristina’s question, a commotion started in the study. ‘Carlos’ dad must have exploded with

is there, he should be able to handle it. I’d better stay

thought about it, she added in the group chat,

one said anything. It was Dixon who

long

Before you left, I had thought to caution you, but I downplayed it. Ignore

This isn’t you,” frankly wrote

she read through her friends’ comforting words. In such trying moments, it was enough that