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.”

timidly reached for the document, her eyes quickly finding the words “Divorce Agreement”

you wish to add any terms, let me

Derek lit a cigarette, the smoke cloaking

voice rough from tears, Norah’s sleek bangs fell over the dark

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 for even the slightest hope of remaining by

be so…” Derek’s impatience showed as he tapped ash from the cigarette and

realized that Madeline Powell

clothes. It struck her that when

chased after 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 child, prompting the Wilsons to offer Norah as

Luna’s shoes, 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,

ago, it was still Norah who tirelessly looked after him, staying by his side without fail. Yet, Derek

two years of marriage and care, Norah had to admit she failed to capture his heart. Receiving no response from Derek, Norah couldn’t

glasses framing her face, yet she often neglected her appearance,

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

a capable caretaker for the Carter family over the past two

cigarette, Derek said casually, “This is the Carter

standing with her head bowed. The sadness evident in her posture

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

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 years of her life

tattoo on his

day to think it over. If the terms don’t meet your approval, feel free to suggest adjustments, but don’t go too far. I’m

think it over,” Norah said, taking the pen from the table. She smoothly wrote her name on

complied, much like a servant who never questioned his decisions.

Norah kept her peace. Derek found her demeanor too dull. He worried that being around someone so