Felix followed the instructions meticulously until every trace of the day's turmoil was scrubbed away.

Carol could hear the makeup artist's voice through the phone, and that familiar sense of helplessness seeped through her bones once again.

She thought her heart had grown immune to pain, but in that moment, it ached as if a knife was twisting inside it.

Men like Felix could send you plummeting to hell one second and hoist you to the heavens the next.

Her lips trembled several times, but in the end, she bit down hard, refusing to speak.

Her silence wasn't surrender-it was sheer exhaustion.

It was the kind of tiredness that felt like giving up, like saying 'whatever'.

She fell asleep soon after.

Felix showered and lay beside her.

three days, Carol drifted through life like a lost

curious about what exactly had happened at the wedding, but then

those

Miller Group had demoted him, sending him

hadn't spoken a word

that if it hadn't been for the need to take care of

was raining; he was clutching his suitcase as he went downstairs, and he ran into Felix, who was surrounded by

his lips pressed into

dismissed the other

fistfight, knowing Felix's

him a cigarette, asking if

he was also filled with rage because the wedding

caused you trouble,"

you have to say that? Who do you think you are to her?" Felix chuckled coldly, "Her husband. Legally recognized." Oh,

face drained of color as he realized

about using Carol, about king Listina-it was a sham. Felix ad already claimed his place as her usband and was now eagerly Isserting his dominance. Hedoved Carol.

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