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.”

Agreement” on the opening page. She flipped to the

terms, let me

Derek lit a cigarette, the smoke cloaking his detached

tears, Norah’s sleek bangs fell over the dark rims of her

marrying into the Carter family, Norah had devoted herself to Derek, hoping for a future filled with happiness. Memories of the boy who had protected her from a snowstorm tightened her grip on the present, wishing

knew what had transpired between me and Madeline. So why cling to being my wife? Don’t be so…” Derek’s impatience showed

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struck her that when Madeline

her but was involved in a tragic car crash that left him unresponsive. Derek was supposed to marry Luna Wilson from the Wilson family. However, Luna became involved with another man and had a

becoming Derek’s wife. She devoted herself to Derek’s care, cutting off almost all ties to her previous life for him. She abandoned her passions, including design, car racing, medical

him, staying by his side without fail. Yet, Derek seemed to be blinded

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

chic bangs and large glasses framing her face, yet she

Derek woke up from his coma, Norah was by his side around the clock, yet he felt no connection to her. He found her incredibly dull. The constant

over the past two years, but he never felt she was fit to be his

said

head bowed. The sadness evident in her

million. You can pick any car from the garage. This should ensure a comfortable life for you in the

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 the best two

his arms, Norah caught sight of a small tattoo on

wore thin. “Given the circumstances, I’ll allow you a day to think it over. If the terms don’t meet your approval, feel free to suggest adjustments, but don’t

think it over,” Norah said, taking the pen from the table. She smoothly wrote her name on the divorce papers. “I’ll pack my things and leave. I won’t get in your way

Derek appreciated how Norah always complied, much like a servant who never questioned his decisions. Take today, for instance — she could have caused

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

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