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Ryan Carter and I grew up together and were in a business marriage. Our parents arranged our engagement when we were three, and we got married before graduating college. Life after marriage was harmonious and happy
Perhaps due to his family background, Ryan Carter was unfazed by anything, wouldn’t back down, couldn’t love, and never said nice things. But after marriage, he would surprise me with little gestures, bake a cake for my birthday, and magically produce a long–desired necklace, hugging
me tightly!
“Evelyn, it’s not that I don’t have a heart. Give me more time, and I’ll find a way to love you,”
“Don’t lose hope in me, okay?”
Each time, I would nod enthusiastically and whisper that we had a lifetime. He would murmur those intimate promises in my ear on emotional nights. When did things change?
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Perhaps it was the day Ryan Carter first met Emma White. Because we had stayed up too late the night before, I couldn’t get up the next morning, and he had to attend the event alone. Emma White was the assistant of the other party, a recent university graduate, exuding shyness.
She smiled timidly, harmless and cute. She didn’t know how to play golf, so she bravely asked Ryan Carter to teach her. They exchanged contacts and went from acquaintances to confirming their relationship in less than half a month. Emma even resigned from her previous job and joined his company.
Ryan Carter kept her by his side, teaching her everything meticulously, as if nurturing a rose about to bloom. The ironic part is, I never had the chance to confront Emma directly, Ryan Carter kept her well–hidden, and my attempts to investigate were in vain.
Once, I spent a fortune to finally get Emma White’s personal information. Before I could act, details of my father’s mistress were laid before me, along with the secrets of almost everyone in my family.
tnight, I smashed everything
Ryan Carter’s warning was clear: if I targeted Emma, my family’s matters would be exposed to the public. That ni the villa in front of him. Ryan Carter just sat on the sofa, watching me like a lunatic.
The irony is… now he’s become a lunatic too.
