Chapter 1
In their third year of marriage, Silas Stellon went bankrupt. To help pay off his debts, Luna Jackson and her mother worked 20 hours a day, juggling five jobs.
Just as they were about to save enough to clear the debts, Luna’s mother was suddenly diagnosed with cancer.
Rushing to the hospital with surgery fees, Luna only found her mother’s suicide note.
“Luna, Silas is a good man. You’re almost done repaying the debt. You two have a long life ahead. Don’t waste money on someone like me who’s about to die.”
Holding back her grief, Luna cremated her mother. She barely had time to mourn before getting a job offer–a high–paying task that could finally clear her last debt.
The private room in the bar was dimly lit, and filled with the people of wealthy and powerful. She dared not look around, carefully placing the drinks on the table when a familiar voice suddenly spoke.
Her body froze, and she turned toward the voice. With just one glance, she felt like she was struck by lightning.
Sitting at the head of the table was her bankrupt husband–Silas.
The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking calm and dignified. -nothing like someone who had declared bankruptcy.
Nearby, one of Silas‘ buddies spoke up, “Silas, how long are you going to keep playing this bankruptcy game? Aren’t you worried Luna will find out
and divorce you?”
“I won’t let her find out,” Silas said coldly. “She used the money to drive. Rachel away. I’m just giving her a little lesson, letting her feel what it’s like to be humiliated with money.”
“But…” The man hesitated. “Luna is your wife. I saw her a few days ago, she’s falling apart. You can keep Rachel outside, but why torment Luna
like this?”
Silas sneered coldly, “She loves throwing money around, doesn’t she? She deserves this.”
Luna’s head buzzed. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood.
She never imagined Silas‘ bankruptcy was a lie!
He loved her once, but he’d faked being broke for a year just to get back at her for Rachel Morgan.
Memories cut into her heart like a dull blade.
Back then, she accidentally saved the injured Silas. When he woke, he fell for her instantly and chased her relentlessly.
The whole city knew about his pursuit, using 999 drones to confess his love, fireworks lighting up the sky, and giant LED screens spelling out his feelings. But none of it ever moved her.
Luna’s parents divorced when she was young. She’d seen once–loving couples grow to hate each other. She didn’t believe in love, and even less in the idea that true devotion could come from someone wealthy.
Until the plane crash. She missed that flight by chance, but Silas, unaware, traveled to the crash site. There, he dug with bleeding hands. Even when falling rocks broke his leg, he felt nothing, continuing until he finally passed out from exhaustion.
That day, sitting by Silas‘ hospital bed, his first words upon opening his eyes were, “Luna, I’m so glad you’re okay!”
He didn’t mention his broken leg, the three days and nights without food or drink, or his bleeding hands, he only said, “I’m so glad you’re okay!”
Looking into his shining eyes, Luna heard her heart stir.
For three years after marriage, Silas stayed loyal to her.
She thought they’d be happy forever–until Rachel appeared.
The first time she saw her, Rachel was Silas‘ new secretary. As a woman. Luna instantly understood what the look in Rachel’s eyes meant.
The second time she saw her, Rachel was lying naked in Silas‘ bed.
That day. Silas flew into a rage, kicked Rachel out, and grabbed Luna’s hand, promising he had no other intentions.
Luna believed him but didn’t want a ticking time bomb near Silas. Since he couldn’t handle it, she paid Rachel to leave.
After that, she never saw Rachel again. Soon after, news of Silas‘ bankruptcy broke.
Luna’s hands and feet turned cold. She gripped the table, trying to stand but her strength failed.
Silas‘ phone rang. He glanced at it, and the coldness in his eyes softened to warmth, his voice tinged with affection.
“Rachel?” he said with a low laugh. “If you like it, buy it. Just 300 thousand, worth it if it makes you happy.”
Hearing that, Luna felt like she’d fallen into an ice cellar. Just 300 thousand.
Her mother had killed herself because she couldn’t come up with 30,000 dollars for surgery, while Silas casually spent 300 thousand to please Rachel.
Her stomach churned. She staggered to her feet, accidentally knocking over the drinks on the table with a loud crash.
Luna froze, clearly feeling Silas‘ gaze on her. Her heart pounded, terrified that he’d catch her here.
But she was overthinking. Silas just glanced at her briefly, then quickly looked away, smiling softly at his phone.
Someone nearby noticed and quickly said, “You go out first.”
Luna stumbled out, holding her mother’s urn and sitting alone all night.
The next day, she took care of two things.
First, she hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Once Silas signed, their marriage would end in a month.
Second, she found someone from her blacklist and sent a message.
“I’m selling you my shares in Stellon Group with one condition–change my name, get me out of America, and make sure Silas never finds me!”
