eaceful aura to the sleeping woman. Lydia was awakened by the sound of the phone, slowly opening her eyes to find her

one rings, she heard a sexy,

us state flooded back, causing her fair face to instantly drain of color! She seem

ebrating her wedding anniversary with Ron yesterday. How could a

believe it. She took a deep breath, biting her lip, trying to cover her tire

I'll be b

ring the phone. Though his voice was low and

th a stranger like this! Panic and dread made her bury herself u

nder the covers, cautiously peeking o

fect, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist covered loosely with a wh

ith yesterday? Lydia inexplicably felt somew

cing down his bronzed skin, causing her cheeks to flush and her heart to race. Yet, a white towel covered hi

ng dressed and walking to the door. As he opened it, his gaze casually glanced t

ting at the hotel entrance for some time. He got into the car, realizing

ow, he gave a fa

face, managed to crawl out of bed. Her legs almost gav

r way to the bathroom. The faint scent of soap lingering in the bathroom somewhat e

nd even split, her delicate face still showing traces of satisfaction

d tell what had happened to

er such an incident, she had to get things straight! Yesterday,

was terribly wrong, and a sense of dread w

ared she was, she wan

conservative women's pajamas in the wardrobe of the presidential suite. She gritted her teeth a

, thinking she was mentally unstable. Eventually, she met a female

hing that happened last night made it difficult

o know why Ron didn't come back yesterday

singly hesitant and fearful. The exhaustion on her pale face co

lk up to the front door. Just as she was about to ring the doorbell, s

re fantast

see if I don't fu

...... If I die, who's goin

ans louder than the other, anyone c

ng. The voices inside the room were unmistakabl

embled, wanting to push open the door, but then

avesdrop on what they were saying. But soon she realized, she'd rather

't come back. Looks like our plan

atters into my own hands? Don't forget, that silly woman

out her parents' support, was a significant factor. He

, if that bitch finds out you married her just for her grandf

r, do you still not trust me? God bless me, even though

know you wouldn't dare betray

le kindness yesterday, and she obediently drank the drugged wine. I wonder if L

m completely satisfied!"

to death, with each word cutting into Lydia's heart. Her flesh felt slice

he room had begun another round of intimacy. Maggie's moan

ever touched her, always saying the time wasn't right, always

to be nothing but

ing more than a scammer after her wealth! He had be

was clear that everything from the

t disgusting middle-a

ng but boundless anger. She couldn't

nt? Important enough to era

strength. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands

her world had co

ed so ugly and disgusting, that man she had sincerely given her heart

on