Betrayed by the man she trusted, Khloe discovers her marriage was a lie; and her life, a cruel illusion. Branded barren and used, she walks away with nothing but her dignity. But when she rises to unimaginable power beside another man, the one who broke her realizes too late… he lost everything.
But now the company was bleeding, and he had run out of patience. He had to be the one to swallow his pride. “About my mother and Alicia… I didn’t consider your feelings. I’m sorry. They won’t bother you again. My father has already disciplined them, and they even called to apologize…” “They wouldn’t dare…
He was stunned. Was she threatening him? “Think it over carefully,” she said coolly. “And until you’ve made a decision, don’t contact me. I don’t take time off often. I’d rather spend it on myself.” With that, she hung up. When he called back, the line went straight to voicemail. She was using the same…
[I’m not. I have a summit tonight. It’s about to go live.] [Oh… Am I disturbing you? My apologies.] She sent the message in a rush, then quickly added another before he could respond: [Don’t let me keep you. I should get some rest as well.] Better to end the conversation gracefully before she became…
After all, she was speaking on behalf of the Morrison family. Any misstep would reflect poorly on all of them. But Khloe shook her head. She clenched her hands once, steadied her breath, and whispered, “Don’t worry. I won’t make any mistakes.” When they had first entered the hall, she had spotted Veronica and Winnie…
Back in university, she had won first place in English impromptu speaking competitions year after year, often focusing on business case analyses. She hardly needed a script-with a solid structure and a dose of confidence, she could command a room with ease. While previous speakers had relied on translators, Khloe left hers sitting idle. Watching…
The banquet hall had grown quiet, the whispers carrying easily. Once again, Khloe was the center of attention, every eye fixed on her. It was obvious-Veronica had tampered with her name card and had been lying in wait for this exact moment of public humiliation. Khloe’s expression remained unreadable as she let her gaze sweep…
“She’s not wrong. By status alone, this is exactly where she belongs.” The shift in the crowd’s murmurs made Veronica’s face darken with fury. The socialites who had been snickering with her moments before fell silent, unwilling to draw Khloe’s ire. But before the situation could settle, the banquet manager rushed over, his face pale…
But then Khloe turned back to the organizers, her tone softening as if offering them a way out. “The solution is actually quite simple.” “Oh? And what solution would that be?” The reply did not come from the floor manager. A deep, magnetic voice resonated from the edge of the crowd. Every head turned. There…
So… he had witnessed the entire seating debacle as well? Heat rushed to Khloe’s cheeks. Compared to his seasoned prowess, her speech felt like a child’s performance. “I’m afraid I made a fool of myself.” At that, his hands stilled. He turned his head, and his gaze held a rare trace of warmth. “No. You…
“Okay,” she murmured. Veronica, ignored completely, shot up from her seat. Anger and humiliation burned in her chest. Yet, no matter how much noise she made, Nick didn’t spare her so much as a glance. Her eyes filled with tears, and she stormed off. A few of her friends hesitated before one of them finally…