On their third anniversary, Allison’s husband coldly asks for a divorce solely because his first love has returned. After three years of loyalty and sacrifice, she’s cast aside without hesitation. But Colton doesn’t know the truth: Allison isn’t a simple housewife, but a hidden genius. And walking away may bring the biggest loss to his life.
He didn’t know when this strange affliction had started, but ever since he’d lost parts of his memory, the dark had begun to trigger something deep within him – a suffocating fear that made him want to escape. Just as he was battling to maintain control, Allison emerged from her room, towel in hand, drying…
Allison was speechless for a beat, then her lips twitched into a smile. She was quite certain Kellan was just making excuses. After all, it was only rain, not an earthquake. What could possibly happen? But as she glanced at him, the candlelight casting flickering shadows across his face, she noticed something else – his…
“Cross my heart and hope to die, I’ll come find you.” Suddenly, Kellan jolted awake, his breath shallow. He sat up, pressing a hand to his forehead, disoriented. The room was dark, save for the flickering glow of the scented candle on the nightstand. He exhaled, realizing with a shaky breath that it had all…
Once Kellan left, she checked her watch and waited, making her move exactly twenty minutes after he had arrived at the company. She headed toward the lab. The team, having pulled an all-nighter, shuffled in, looking worse for wear. One young woman pulled out a mirror, examining her tired eyes before glancing at Allison’s radiant…
Allison bent down and gently brushed away food remnants from Aimee’s clothes. “It’s alright now. I’m here.” Her voice was calm but cold, her gaze flickering over the group with shocking intensity. “And what do you all think this is? Some playground for your petty, backstabbing games? Unfair workplace competition is one thing, but openly…
“Ms. Clarke, please,” she whispered. “Just stay out of it.” Allison blinked, taken aback by Aimee’s words. It didn’t make sense. Aimee wasn’t normally this submissive. She had once defended Allison against office gossip. So why was she acting so weak now, when she was the one being mistreated? Unless… they were holding something over…
Tears welled up in her eyes. “I didn’t care about myself, but they said they’d show the photos to my parents. They’re not in good health, and my little sister is still in school. I couldn’t let them go through that.” Allison’s frown deepened. The lengths people would go to exploit someone’s vulnerabilities were sickening.…
“Ms. Clarke,” Kellan replied. “You’re being overly cautious. No one’s around at this hour.” He leaned back in his wheelchair, a subtle but chilling authority radiating from him. “And if someone does want to start a rumor, I have ways of making them regret ever being born.” Allison smiled. “Just trying to avoid unnecessary drama,…
“Tsk, you really did look pitiful yesterday,” he sneered. Then, lowering his voice threateningly, he added, “I’ll give you one last chance, Aimee. Behave today, and maybe I’ll delete those photos from my computer. Can you seize the opportunity?” When Allison arrived at the lab, the scene was already in chaos. “Ms. Clarke, something terrible…
“That’s not how it works here, Ms. Clarke,” one said. “These stolen items are incredibly valuable, and you’re the prime suspect. At the very least, you owe us an explanation.” Another chimed in, “Exactly. People are going to think you’re guilty if you can’t explain yourself.” “And the logs don’t lie. The cameras may have…