One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 65

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Doris stood her ground, fiercely defending her husband. “Sure, he doesn’t have your wealth or status, but he understands me. and respects me. He does everything he can to make me happy.

“If he has 50 dollars, he’ll give me 49. Meanwhile, you have 3 grand and still give me 49. Do you think that’s the same? I’m happy and content with him, and I don’t regret marrying him one bit.”

A genuine smile of pure happiness spread across her delicate, refined face.

Ryan’s eyes darkened as a wave of resentment washed over him. He didn’t want to hear about how happy she was without him. His fingers twitched, itching to wipe that radiant smile off her face and crush it beneath his feet.

“Doris, I know you’re here because of your family’s million–dollar debt to me and Rupert losing his job,” Ryan said, his voice calm yet menacing.

“Let me offer you a deal. Divorce your husband, and I’ll ensure the Reed family stays out of trouble. It’s a win–win for you.”

Doris chuckled softly, her eyes brimming with disdain. “Ryan, you’re giving me too much credit. I’m not the saint you think I am. Do you honestly believe my good–for–nothing brother is worth me sacrificing someone important to me?

“Dream on. I’m not divorcing my husband. Whoever borrowed your money should pay it back, and whoever lost their job should find another one. None of this is my problem. And as for your games, Ryan? I’m done playing.”

She stood up, ready to leave. Ryan panicked and quickly stepped in her way.

His expression was controlled, but there was a storm brewing beneath. “Doris, if you walk out of this room today, don’t expect me to be this patient the next time you come begging.

“Even if you don’t care about the Reed family or Rupert, at least think about your husband. You wouldn’t want him to end up like Rupert, would you? Think carefully about the consequences.”

Doris hesitated, fear flickering in her eyes. She couldn’t let her selfishness drag innocent Lewis into this mess.

She wondered, ‘He works at Hartman Group, and being trusted enough to go on business trips with the CEO is such an honor.

I can’t ruin his future. Ryan might not have any direct authority in Hartman Group, but he could bribe someone greedy enough to harm him indirectly.

The thought tightened a knot in Doris‘ chest. “Ryan, if you dare lay a hand on him, I’ll make sure you regret it,” she threatened.

last chance. Divorce him and come back to me, and I’ll spare

Doris‘

sharp laugh as though he were some sort of twisted joke.

funny?” Ryan demanded,

it takes to trap me by your side? You’re doing

“I never realized how hopelessly devoted you are.”

if she’d struck a nerve. “Doris, don’t flatter yourself. Me? Love you? Don’t make me laugh.

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Chapter 65

Why would I abandon a perfect

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married woman now, completely unworthy of me. I just want to crush your little fantasy

spat, her voice dripping

further. To her, the only way to win was not to play at

done with all of this. Step aside.” Doris decided she wouldn’t involve herself in Rupert’s problems anymore, even if her father tried to guilt her

so easily, though he had no valid reason

repeated firmly, her

possessed, suddenly grabbing her shoulders and forcefully pushing her onto

pain. “Ryan, what the hell are you

loomed over her, pinning her wrists to the back of the sofa to stop her from getting up. His

your parents that money, and I let Rupert into

shoved all the blame onto her shoulders as if trying to justify his

winced as Ryan’s grip on her wrists grew painfully

malicious intent. To an outsider, it might

do you think he’ll still want you? No man would be okay with being cheated on. Whether you want the divorce or not, you won’t have a choice,” he

insane.” Doris spat, horrified by his twisted logic. “If you dare touch me,

it takes,” Ryan murmured, moving to kiss the sensitive spot just behind

stiffened, every cell screaming in

the door shattered the tense atmosphere. The sound was followed by the insistent ringing of the doorbell and repeated pounding on the door, the

evident in his glare. But the knocking