The Wrong Woman

What kind of photo is it that she mustn't see? Is it another woman?

Feeling her patience wane, Candice said, "I'm going back now."

Elio approached her and remarked, "I'll go with you and explain everything to your family."

"No, you can't." Candice quickly stopped him, her nerves showing. "Let me first see how they feel about it. We can decide based on that."

"No matter the situation or the outcome, I'm willing to bear it all alone. You don't have to worry about me," Elio reassured her.

Worrying there might be unforeseen events, he was anxious to solidify their relationship and get the marriage certificate so he could finally be at ease.

"There's no need to rush. Let's take it slow. I'll persuade my family, and you can do the same with yours. Is that okay?" Candice asked.

Still, Elio was worried that something might go wrong. However, he couldn't be too hasty and risk scaring Candice, as it might potentially ruin everything. "Okay, I'll follow your lead."

Candice curiously pointed at the covered photo, smiling calmly and feigning indifference as she inquired, "Whose photo is that?"

the bedside table, feeling guilty. "It's a

it was a photo he had secretly taken of

everything after they got married. For now, he couldn't

used his influence in the Recruitment Department to ensure Candice passed

to accompany him on business trips abroad, distancing her from her family and creating opportunities for them to be intimate, hoping she would get pregnant. He

think he was despicable, that his methods

his mistakes and slowly make amends, hoping for

further and turned to

closely, cautiously extending his hand to support her, worried

Elio's careful demeanor, Candice couldn't help but smile and pushed his hand away. "You don't have to be so

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child was his only hope for happiness. He couldn't afford to lose it. Thus, Elio held

muttered unhappily,

you,"