Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 1:

In the softly lit room, a man and a woman were sharing affectionate moments on the spacious bed. Above them, a painting of a bride adorned the pristine wall, her expression one of gentle joy.

“Imagine if Norah caught us here, in her bed. Do you think she’d be furious?” the woman said in a flirtatious tone.

“Not her bed. After all these years, I’ve never even shared a touch with her. She’s always sleeping in the guest room next door,” the man snorted before replying.

“Derek, you’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice trailing off.

The two of them mingled, their heavy breathing filling the room.

Right then, a young woman stood at the door, clasping her hands over her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as she overheard them.

Their intimate moment came to an abrupt halt.

Derek Carter quickly slipped into his shorts and walked toward the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Upon entering the living room, he was met with the sight of Norah Wilson sitting silently, her eyes red from tears. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as he wondered when Norah had returned and how much she had heard.

“Did you hear everything?” Derek asked casually, lounging on the couch with the glass of water in his hand.

Hickeys marked Derek’s slim frame, yet he paid no mind to whether Norah had seen them or how she might feel. He simply took a sip from his glass.

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“It’s time you sign this,” Derek pulled a folder from a drawer and tossed it onto the table.

“Given that you might have heard it all, there’s no sense in prolonging matters.”

her eyes quickly finding the words “Divorce Agreement” on the opening page. She flipped to the page noting

it. Should you wish to add any terms, let me know. Otherwise, just sign it,”

Derek lit a cigarette, the smoke cloaking

With her head bowed and her voice rough from tears, Norah’s sleek bangs fell over the dark rims of her glasses,

family, Norah had devoted herself to Derek, hoping for a future filled with happiness. Memories of the boy who

cling to being my wife? Don’t be so…” Derek’s impatience showed as he tapped ash

drop. She realized that Madeline Powell was the one Derek truly loved. She

with the hem of her clothes. It struck her that when

Derek was supposed to marry Luna Wilson from the Wilson

cutting off almost all ties to her previous life for him. She abandoned her passions, including design,

year ago, it was still Norah who tirelessly looked after him, staying

failed to capture his heart. Receiving no response from Derek, Norah couldn’t help but frown as

framing her face, yet she often neglected her appearance,

side around the clock, yet he felt no connection to her. He found her incredibly dull. The constant care and attention, the mundane look and routine of life, were as dull as plain water. He found

as a capable caretaker for the Carter family over the past two years, but he never felt

extinguished another cigarette, Derek said

head bowed. The sadness evident in her

family. After the divorce, I’ll grant you three villas and thirty million. You can pick any car from the garage. This should ensure a

diligence in caring for him while bedridden and her companionship during his recovery exercises after he woke up from the coma. Though he harbored no love for Norah, Derek was willing to offer a generous settlement for her years of dedication. She had indeed devoted

on his collarbone, worsening her anguish. It bore the initials “MP” for Madeline

circumstances, I’ll allow you a day to think it over. If the terms don’t

wrote her name on the

nodded in approval. “That’s good to hear.” Derek appreciated how Norah always complied, much like a servant who never questioned

demeanor too dull. He worried that being around someone so unremarkable might eventually rub