Chapter 2
I waited until I figured Marcus had already taken Sophie away, then headed to Black Tower with my divorce papers.
“Mrs. Black, Mr. Black is in a meeting. Please wait here.“[]
His secretary politely blocked my path.[]
A meeting? But I could clearly hear Sophie’s voice.[]
The blinds weren’t fully closed. []
Through the gap, I saw the man who wouldn’t even flinch with a knife to his chest, down on one knee, carefully using tweezers to remove splinters from Sophie’s palm.[]
Sophie was sitting in his leather office chair, her white dress dusty, wearing canvas shoes so worn they’d gone white from washing, her feet dangling and swaying gently.]]
And Marcus–the same man who’d once had someone crush a traitor’s fingers one by one–was now frowning with concentration, like the splinter in her palm hurt worse than a gunshot wound.[]
I used to be afraid of pain too.[]
But on our wedding night, he looked coldly at my hand bleeding from broken glass and said: “If you’re bleeding, deal with it. Don’t let me smell the blood.”
After that, I didn’t even dare use band–aids.[]
“Mrs… Mrs. Black…” the secretary stammered awkwardly behind me.[]
I forced a smile. “It’s fine. When will he be free? I have a document that needs his signature.“]]
The secretary took the papers and tactfully slipped them under a stack of contracts waiting to be signed.]]
I thought Marcus would at least hesitate for a second.[]
But he didn’t even look at it–just flipped straight to the last page and signed his name.[]
When I took the document back, my hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold the paper.[]
When I was fifteen, I found out I had a fiancé named Marcus Black.[]
Born without the ability to feel pain, emotionally detached, repulsed by the warmth of any living thing.
He didn’t love me, but he didn’t love anyone else either.
So I thought if I was just good enough, obedient enough, maybe someday I could melt that ice
I followed him around like a shadow for ten years.
But now, ten years of wishful thinking were finally over.
Back home, I had the staff take my wedding dress out to the backyard and burn it.]
Mrs. Williams, our longtime housekeeper, looked confused. “But Mrs. Black, didn’t you love that dress the most?“]
Yeah, I used to treat that dress like a trophy.
Back then I thought to myself-
Look, this heartless monster still ended up as my husband.
Chapkey
But now it was time to wake up from that dream.[]
“There’s going to be a new lady of the house soon. Better not let this thing get in her way.“]
