The glaring white light illuminated Gael’s face, making him appear even paler and more humiliated. He had been standing there all along, knowing he should leave.However, Yanni was his wife. How could she kiss another man? How could she use that melodious voice to call out another man's name like that? She belonged to Gael alone.At that moment, all hope drained from Gael. He wanted to rush forward and fight Keaton, but clarity hit him in the end.That was right. He and Yanni were already divorced. Whoever she was with now was her own choice.Gael slowly backed out. The door quietly closed, and the couple was locked in a passionate kiss. They weren't aware of Gael's presence, or so it seemed. Keaton had noticed, but he didn’t let go of Yanni. Instead, he deepened the kiss, which is why Yanni couldn’t help but softly moan his name.After Gael left, Keaton continued kissing her for a long time. He was still reluctant to release Yanni. His slender fingertips gently caressed her wai
As they stepped into the apartment, Keaton thoughtfully helped Yanni take off her coat. While she changed her shoes, his hand gently rested on her shoulder.Keaton asked softly, "Why don’t you take a shower first? I'll make you a cup of tea. Then, I’ll step out to buy something."Yanni paused for a moment. She guessed what he intended to buy at the next second. Her reserved character prevented her from asking outright. So, she could only respond with a vaguely, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.Keaton couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned down and kissed Yanni. The tea was forgotten, and whatever he was supposed to buy went out of his mind. All that remained was the burning desire between them and their yearning to explore each other’s bodies. Their first time happened in bed. Keaton was both gentle and passionate. Yanni found it almost overwhelming to fulfill his needs. Fortunately, he was considerate. Although he didn’t fully satisfy his own desires, he let her go af
Yanni frowned, “What does it have to do with you?” Gael blurted out, “You’re my wife.” Yanni remained silent and stared at him. Gael was panting and looking disheveled. He didn’t even know why he cared so much. Wasn’t it natural for them to move on to new relationships after the divorce? After a long silence, Yanni finally spoke, “Just go back! Pretend you were never here.” However, Gael refused to leave. He pressed his foot against the doorframe. He was able to overpower her resistance and went inside. However, his presence only deepened the emotional turmoil within him.Just moments ago, Yanni had been with Keaton. Although he had tidied up after, that distinct atmosphere of intimacy lingered. Moreover, the remnants of their time together were still visible on the sofa. It was something any mature adult could easily recognize.Gael's eyes reddened. “Are you really that impatient, Yanni?”Yanni moved to the window and tightened her bathrobe around her. Her voice carried
Gael stared at the small thing, and his eyes slowly reddened. He couldn’t accept this reality....Gael felt frustrated. He just wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He even wanted to give in to his despair. After all, Yanni didn’t want him anymore. What did it matter who he was with now?Gael went to a bar. It was lavish yet tranquil late-night, with only the hoarse yet melancholic voice of a female singer soothing the lonely souls of the patrons.Gael ordered the strongest alcohol, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire burning in his heart. A couple was kissing in the corner. The woman’s side profile looked especially like Yanni. She wore a black sweater dress, and just like her, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. They were completely absorbed and enjoying the moment.Gael had drunk too much. His vision blurred as he stared at the woman, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily. He mistook the woman for Yanni and the man for that scoundrel Keaton. Gael was burning wi
Gael might've done it just to get back at Yanni. He spent the night with Emilia in the villa. They had a history. So, they wasted no time in embracing each other and indulged in their desires once they entered the master bedroom.Gael had some alcohol in him and quickly finished the sex, but Emilia felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. She had finally stepped into the role of the mistress of the villa, replacing Yanni. With her wish fulfilled, Emilia felt a warmth in her heart. When Gael turned over to sleep, she wasn’t upset. Instead, she went to the bathroom to fetch a warm towel to tend to him. Emilia knelt beside Gael as she gently and attentively wiped him down. She turned his arm and caught a glint of something shiny falling from his hand. It was a diamond ring, dazzling and beautiful. This was Yanni's wedding ring. However, she was a surgeon who often performed operations. So, she rarely wore it. That was why it remained as good as new after seven years. Emili
Gael was overwhelmed with deep emotions, and he couldn’t help but call out, “Yanni.” …Half a month later, autumn deepened and early winter approached. Yanni sat on the sofa, reviewing a document. The bright office was warmed by the heating, creating a cozy atmosphere. On her desk stood a crystal vase filled with the calla lilies that Keaton had sent her. Keaton had been bringing fresh ones every other day. He always replaced them with new blooms. He said he wanted to make sure that Yanni would think of him whenever she had a moment of leisure. How childish! Be that as it may, her lips would curl into a faint smile, and her mood would lift inexplicably whenever she thought of Keaton. With her recent research on Ansley’s condition progressing well, Yanni felt confident that she could successfully perform the surgery, given that they had a suitable heart from a donor. Yanni wasn’t a saint. She was a doctor. Just as she was focused on her work, a knock sounded at the do
Gael held an invitation in his hand. His purpose for coming was the same as Emilia’s.Yanni leaned back on the sofa. She rubbed her forehead and said with a hint of a headache, “If you came to deliver an invitation, you’re too late, Gael. Your future wife has already dropped by. Didn’t she tell you?”Gael paused, finally noticing Emilia. She looked guilty. She had just blocked the Mueller fellow, and Gael arrived immediately after.Yanni glanced between Emilia and Gael. She was fully aware of what was going on. Emilia cheated on Gael.What Gael thought was Emilia's gentle and considerate nature was actually just her being resourceful. Aside from not officially divorcing Carter, she also secretly seduced another man behind his back. Yanni didn’t feel the need to confront it. She wasn’t a relationship detective. She had long said that this was the path Gael chose for himself.Gael looked at Emilia. He felt dissatisfied, but he wanted to preserve his dignity. He draped his arm ov
Gael shared a few profound thoughts, and the matter was brushed aside.…At 7:00 pm, Gael was still at the hospital. Meanwhile, Emilia felt anxious as she watched the time. She worried that the Mueller fellow might call again and kept urging Gael to leave.At 7:30 pm, Gael reluctantly departed. As he left, his heart was full of appreciation for Emilia's thoughtfulness. Once he was gone, she began getting ready to head out.Ansley looked up at her with wide and innocent eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Are you going out again, Mom?”Emilia gave a perfunctory reply.Ansley was a sickly child, and she lacked any sense of security after being constantly dismissed and frightened by Emilia. Now, she could only sit quietly on the sofa and play with her toys after Emilia scolded her. The nurses nearby felt sympathy for Ansley, but no one could intervene with Emilia. They thought she was pitiful to have such a mother.…At exactly 8:00 pm, Emilia arrived at the hotel. When Troy