LoChapter 8
Edwin and I drank late into the night.
I ended up telling him about my grandmother.
Edwin sighed. “That boy never forgot about her. He’s been visiting her too…”
Propping my chin on my hand, I nodded. “Oh, he’s alive? That’s good. If he can still visit her, then her sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”
“I’m not the kind of person to hold a debt over someone’s head. This is fine.”
I nodded again, thinking of how unlike Benjamin that boy was–a true wolf in sheep’s
clothing.
Edwin pulled me into his arms, his voice dropping to a deeper tone.
“You might not expect anything in return, but he does.”
“Baby, give me a chance, will you?”
I neither agreed nor refused. I was already falling asleep.
Seeing this, he smiled in defeat, as if I had utterly bested him. He carefully wiped my face and hands before carrying me back to the room.
That night, he didn’t push for anything. He simply kissed my lips lightly and left.
Mrs. Smith soon became more involved in managing Benjamin’s company.
Her first act was to remove Zara from the secretarial department and transfer her to the regular employee division.
Zara tried crying to Benjamin, but she got a taste of his coldness instead.
“My mom told you to go, so you go. If others can handle that work, why can’t you?”
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The stark contrast was unbearable for Zara. She blamed me for Benjamin’s shift in affitude and came to my company intending to make a scene.
Unfortunately, before she could do anything, the security guards threw her out.
I only learned about it later and mentioned it to Mrs. Smith, who promptly dealt with Zara.
Later, Zara was caught stealing a company document and attempting to leak it to a rival firm. Mrs. Smith found out, and Benjamin had her fired without hesitation, demanding a
Arge compensation sum.
With no money left–her entire income spent monthly–Zara had to sell off the luxury gifts Benjamin had given her to pay the debt.
Her fall from grace was as swift as it was brutal.
Edwin’s work was paradoxical–busy at times, yet relaxed enough that I could see him almost every day.
One afternoon, he was waiting outside my office, ready to take me to a newly opened restaurant nearby.
As we headed downstairs, a commotion erupted in the lobby. Security guards were trying to stop a slippery young woman who wriggled free and charged at me.
“Sophia, it’s all your
fault!”
A glint of silver flashed–the blade of a knife aimed directly at my chest.
Edwin reacted instinctively, shielding me with his hand.
Gasps erupted around us.
“Mr. President!”
“Call an ambulance!”
Blood soaked his shirt, though I didn’t see it. His large hands covered my eyes, his voice calm. “It’s okay now. Don’t look.”
At the hospital, the doctor stitched up his hand. Despite his protests, I forced him to If ite
see it.
Tears fell uncontrollably as I wiped my face again and again, but they wouldn’t stop.
“Why are you so stupid? We could’ve dodged it together! Why did you use your hand to
block it?”
His face was pale, but he still joked weakly, “Just think of it as me playing the pity card.
herwise, you’d never fall for me, never want to be my girlfriend or marry me. “
Despite the pain, he was still cracking jokes.
I was furious. “Tine! Marry you? Let’s register tomorrow! Not only that, starting today. I’m your girlfriend. Happy?”
“Good!”
He smiled triumphantly, pulling out his phone. Curious, I watched as he opened the marriage registration page and booked us an appointment for the next day.
I stared at him speechless as he waved the confirmation in my face.
“No backing out now.”
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The next day, we registered our marriage, though I was still in a bit of a daze.
*Was it really this simple?*
Instead of taking me home afterward, Edwin brought me to the top floor of a major building.
As if prearranged, his secretary handed over a stack of contracts.
“Wife, as legal spouses, it’s only right we have some legal protections.”
Flipping through the contracts, I realized they all stated the same thing: if he ever cheat he would leave with nothing. His company, his assets–everything would be mine.
I froze, recalling the voices I had overheard before.
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So it wasn’t my imagination. Those employees really were calling him “Preside
“Sign them,” he urged with a grin. “We’re already married. Ive been preparing these for a long time, waiting for you to finally agree. Let’s fall in love after marriage, okay?”
“Get the certificate first, then build the relationship.
I signed the papers, feeling like I’d been thoroughly trapped.
asn’t he supposed to be a male model? How had he suddenly become a CEO?
Thinking back, I realized he had never actually claimed to be a model–it was just a drunken assumption I had made.
Back at the apartment, he cooked a feast for me but didn’t eat anything himself.
Confused, I asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’ll eat later.”
I thought he meant he’d eat after me, but I soon realized he meant “he’d eat me.”
Sweaty and exhausted, I was carried into the bathroom for a shower.
“I’ll wash myself,” I insisted, trying to push him away.
But Edwin, rarely one to give lengthy explanations, softly teased, “Are you sure you have the strength? Or have I not worked hard enough?
Flushing with embarrassment, I glared at him.
Afterward, he tucked me into a warm bed. Just as I drifted off, I faintly heard a phone ringing. Too tired to care, I let it be.
Edwin picked it up, only to hear Benjamin’s voice on the other end.
“I’ve thought things through, Sophia. Let’s get married. I’ve booked us an appointment i
tomorrow!”
Edwin chuckled coldly.
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“Too late. We just got married, and my baby is currently passed out on our bed.”
He hung up and blocked the number.
News of Benjamin faded after that. The next I heard, he had been forced into an arranged
marriage.
A month after registering our marriage, Edwin and I held our wedding.
Married life made him even clingier.
Every evening after work, he would come find me for dinner.
Colleagues joked that he was hopelessly henpecked.
But Edwin wore it like a badge of honor.
“Being cared for by my wife? That’s a blessing. You wouldn’t understand.”
The employees nodded in agreement.
“Ah, yes, yes, of course.”
“It’s‘ true. A blessing indeed.”
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“Dear, your boyfriend really cares about me. Don’t be sad; as you get older, no one wants
you anyway.
I cheerfully replied, “Have fun, you two!”
After that, she went quiet. What a shame–I was hoping she’d send more, tonight’s
entertainment is rare. In my dull life, I need a few “virtual pets” to keep things lively, especially the dumb and wicked ones.
After all, I adore my boyfriend. I hope he spends his life with his true love.
“Are you coming back tonight?”
Alex Wright’s disappointed voice came through, “I’m so sorry, babe, the company just calle in some last–minute overtime. You know, I’m at a critical point in my promotion–I can’t
blow this.”
I gently advised him not to overwork, “Take care of yourself. You’re getting older, so don’t
overdo it.”
Truly, he shouldn’t overindulge. I’d hate for him to not make it to his “natural” end.
“I’ll be careful, babe. I still need to marry you, have kids, grow old together.” Alex’s voice was soft and warm, almost making me laugh.
“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, babe.”
After hanging up, I leisurely ate dinner, then checked his location. Sure enough, he was rushing to a different apartment complex. Not long after, a new message popped up:
“See, he’s with me tonight, not working overtime.”
In the video, they were tangled together, looking utterly devoted. Alex was putting in a effort again, disregarding his health as usual–so disobedient. Disobedient men belong
the trash.
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Love Story3–Chapter 1
“Dear, your boyfriend really cares about me. Don’t be sad; as you get older, no one wants
you anyway.”
I cheerfully replied, “Have fun, you two!”
After that, she went quiet. What a shame–I was hoping she’d send more; tonight’s
entertainment is rare. In my dull life, I need a few “virtual pets” to keep things lively, especially the dumb and wicked ones.
After all, I adore my boyfriend. I hope he spends his life with his true love.
“Are you coming back tonight?”
Alex Wright’s disappointed voice came through, “I’m so sorry, babe, the company just called in some last–minute overtime. You know, I’m at a critical point in my promotion–I can’t
blow this.”
I gently advised him not to overwork, “Take care of yourself. You’re getting older, so don’t
overdo it.”
Truly, he shouldn’t overindulge. I’d hate for him to not make it to his “natural” end.
“I’ll be careful, babe. I still need to marry you, have kids, grow old together.” Alex’s voice was soft and warm, almost making me laugh.
“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow, babe.”
After hanging up, I leisurely ate dinner, then checked his location. Sure enough, he was rushing to a different apartment complex. Not long after, a new message popped up:
“See, he’s with me tonight, not working overtime.”
In the video, they were tangled together, looking utterly devoted. Alex was putting in a real effort again, disregarding his health as usual–so disobedient. Disobedient men belong in
the trash.
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Marrying Without My Eight Year Boyfriend Knowing
Love Story) Chapter 1
I compiled all their chat logs, videos, and photos. Thankfully, the mistress was as dumb as she was brazen; there was no shortage of evidence.
In the kindergarten parent group chat: Send All.
“Good evening, everyone. Dinner should be over by now, so here’s a little after–dinner entertainment. Wishing you all a pleasant life.”
The lively chat fell silent, deathly quiet.
I took a slow sip of water, grabbed my bag, and headed out.
Alex, you won’t have it easy either.
