Abigail Bernstein was a quiet and obedient girl who seldom say NO to her father’s decisions. Even when it’s about her marriage.
To save their family’s company out of bankruptcy, her father arranged her to marry Diarmuid Althoff, the grandson of a billionaire. But on their wedding day, the groom did not appear. Abigail was disappointed but could do nothing about it.
Alone and boring on wedding night, Abigail accepted to replace her colleague’s shift. At her workplace, the hospital, she saved a wounded man being hunted down by gangsters, and made out with this stranger to blow off steam.
The stranger, however, turned out to be her husband that did not show up at the altar.
Abigail Bernstein was married to a bridegroom who never showed up at their wedding. The bed sprinkled with rose petals that formed a distinct heart shape, along with the decorations within the suite, were all a slap to her face. It was outrageous! It was unfair! And there was nothing she could do about it! All her…
The hospital chief said, “That’s her, Whitney Cox—she was on clinic duty last night.” Stan entered, glanced at Whitney’s name tag, and said, “Come with me.” Whitney was puzzled. “What…?” “Oh, just go,” the hospital chief pulled her along, seemingly not in the mood for questions. “Don’t keep Mr. Althoff waiting.” Soon, Whitney was in…
It was Abigail’s upperclassman, Zachary Slate. They had graduated from the same teaching hospital, though he was her senior by two semesters. Being a returnee, he was pretty famous in the country now, but he had always taken good care of Abigail, and they were good friends. “Shoot.” Her reply was brisk. “I have an…
Keeping her head down, Abigail walked up to her gladstone bag, although she did not forget her obligation as a doctor. “You shouldn’t let your stitches come in contact with water. Apply antiseptic once per day, and try to wear loose clothes that don’t brush against the stitches.” Putting down several small packs, she added,…
Zachary had come hitching a ride from Diarmuid to meet up with Abigail. When he saw that it was Whitney coming instead, he alighted. “I’m leaving.” After he left, Whitney got in and sat opposite Diarmuid, feeling insecure since she realized that Diarmuid had mistaken her for someone else. However, she already experienced the benefit…
Diarmuid looked up. He raised a brow, amplifying his menacing presence. “What?” Zachary gritted his teeth. “Whatever. I will bear with it this time since it concerns your happiness.” Diarmuid gave him a dark, placid look. “Drive.” After Stan drove off, Zachary decided that he must at least do something for Abigail, but saw that…
“Ms. Bernstein? I’m Mr. Althoff’s assistant. Come with me—he’s waiting for you.” Abigail spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quickly looked away to hide the look of recognition on her face. Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient in Zachary’s stead. If Stan was…
Did he not just leave her with that pervert? Why would he show up here? To laugh at her? Haha! “Diarmuid Althoff?” Abigail snapped, pointing at the man despite the killing intent swirling around him, boosted by liquid courage and not knowing fear just then. “You are… a real bastard!” Diarmuid’s face turned dark instantly,…
“Tell him I said no. And get me a coffee,” Diarmuid growled as he strode into his own office, heading straight for his desk. “But Mr. Gooding said that he won‘t leave unless you see him…” Diarmuid turned to look at his secretary, who quickly lowered her head. “Bring him here,” he said, before sitting…
That was when Diarmuid‘s phone suddenly started ringing. He picked up and listened to the voice on the other end for a while. “Understood,” he said and quickly hung up. He had barely put away his phone when Abigail‘s phone rang as well. She answered it and quickly heard the Althoffs’ butler speaking to her.…