Chapter 1

After three years of caring for her paralyzed husband, the moment he finally recovered, he turned around and publicly welcomed his first love back into the country.

Diana Springer laughed. That very night, she betrayed him without hesitation, losing herself in a night of unrestrained passion.

Turned out, a real man was far more satisfying than a broken one.

...

The next morning, Diana returned to the villa, only to unexpectedly find her husband—who had been missing for a week—sitting on the couch, leisurely sipping coffee.

Leonard Baker looked up at her. "You didn't come home last night. Where were you?"

Her voice was hoarse. "Thanks to your dear mother, you've been cuckolded."

Leonard frowned, displeased. "What nonsense are you talking about? You clearly ran away last night."

At his words, a flicker of disbelief flashed through Diana's eyes.

At the banquet the night before, she had taken a drink from her mother-in-law, Mariah Norris. But the wine had been drugged. While resting in a hotel room, an unfamiliar man barged in, trying to violate her.

She had bitten her tongue to stay conscious and used all her strength to escape. But in the end, she had run into…

"So, it was you and your mother working together to set me up?"

Leonard explained, "I had nothing to do with it. Mariah acted on her own. You drank the wine and ran off. She was afraid something might happen to you, so she called me."

"Then, why didn't you come find me?" Diana clenched her fists at her sides.

Leonard pressed his lips together. "I was busy. Besides, you managed to escape. Naturally, you would go to the hospital to get your stomach pumped. It wasn't some lethal drug—it wouldn't have harmed you."

Diana chuckled at his words, but the laughter was ice-cold.

What could have been more urgent than rescuing his wife? It was nothing more than indifference.

Her heart turned to ice. "Leonard Baker, I'm calling the police!"

At that, Leonard finally reacted.

He got up from the couch, his voice sinking. "Diana, my mom was just out of it for a bit. Since you weren't actually harmed, don't blow this out of proportion. It will damage the Baker family's reputation. Don't forget. Your mother can't withstand any more stress."

Diana stared at him in utter disbelief. She couldn't believe he had actually said that.

Three years of marriage, and this was what she got in return?

She let out a laugh, furious. The thought that had been brewing inside her solidified. Word by word, she said, "Leonard, I want a divorce."

Irritated, Leonard furrowed his brows. "You've already brought up divorce twice this year. What are you making a fuss about this time?"

"I'm not making a fuss. If you refuse, I'll take you to court." Diana's tone was resolute. "Your beloved has returned. Our three-year marriage was nothing more than a title. We might as well part ways cleanly."

Leonard's lips pressed into a straight line. He finally caught the hidden meaning in her words. "About last night—I'll have Mariah apologize to you. As for our wedding night, I wasn't there, but didn't I transfer a million dollars to you as compensation?

"Why are you always harping on it? Are you trying to stir up trouble again?"

Diana let out a cold laugh. "You actually have the audacity to bring that up."

Three years ago, Leonard had been in a car accident and was left paralyzed. His first love, Chloe Acosta, abandoned him without hesitation. Diana was the one who married him when he had hit rock bottom, personally caring for him for three years until he could stand on his own again.

Yet, on the night they were supposed to consummate their marriage, he left her behind to welcome Chloe at the airport. He never returned that night, leaving her alone to become a joke.

Leonard, however, was indifferent. "That night was indeed unfair to you. If you think the compensation wasn't enough, how much more do you want?"

Diana laughed again. Money? Funny—she was tired of money now.

She looked away, unwilling to see his handsome but hollow face. "You cheated, and I was violated—there's no reason for this marriage to exist. If you're a real man, sign the divorce papers and be done with it."

Leonard didn't believe for a second that she had really done something reckless last night. "Diana, I only took care of my ex out of obligation. That's not cheating."

She scoffed, no longer wasting words. Turning around, she went upstairs to pack. She didn't take much, just a few clothes and important documents.

When she came back down, Leonard was standing at the bottom of the stairs, his expression dark. She walked past him and tossed the divorce papers at him. "Sign them."

His response was the same as before. "I won't agree to a divorce."

She ignored him and brushed past. "Then, I'll see you in court."

Once Diana left, the housekeeper, Catherina Wallace, anxiously advised Leonard, "Mr. Baker, Mrs. Baker is just acting out of anger. You should go after her and coax her back. If this really escalates into a divorce…"

"She's just throwing a tantrum. Give it a few days, and she'll come back on her own," Leonard said dismissively before turning toward his study.

Catherine thought about it and found his words reasonable. Over the years, the two had fought about divorce more than once. No matter how heated things got, Diana always ended up staying in the Baker family's home.

After all, she didn't have much family left—just a sickly mother. If she really got divorced, she would lose the prestige of being a wealthy man's wife.

…

After leaving the villa, Diana checked into a hotel for the time being. Once she settled in, she immediately started looking for a divorce lawyer.

She had heard that in Galecrest City, a law firm called Summit & Vale Associates had an excellent reputation—its lawyers were known to be top-tier.

Without hesitation, she contacted them. After a brief conversation with the receptionist, she was led to a conference room.

As she entered, she saw a man standing by the window, dressed in a white shirt and black pants. His tall, lean frame was both well-proportioned and imposing.

"Mr. Mackay, Ms. Springer is here," the receptionist announced before stepping out and closing the door behind her.

The man slowly turned around, and as their eyes met, Diana's breath hitched—her eyes widened in shock.

In contrast to her stunned reaction, the man remained composed. He approached her with a calm air, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. "What a coincidence. We met again. Are you still sore?"

Diana froze. He was the man from last night—the one she had spent that unforgettable night with.

And he was also the ex-boyfriend she had dumped five years ago.

Now, he was standing before her as her divorce lawyer—Julian Mackay.

A sudden flush of heat crept up her ears. She cleared her throat, forced herself to stay composed, and swiftly changed the subject. "Have you reviewed my divorce request? Are you taking the case?"

Chapter 2

Julian cast a glance at Diana with his dark eyes. "You were the one who cheated first. He has every right to demand you leave with nothing. If you're thinking about getting half the assets, that's unlikely."

Diana frowned, instinctively wanting to refute his words as last night's events flashed through her mind.

That wasn't the truth. She wanted to explain, but when she met his cool, detached gaze, the words died in her throat.

She'd better forget it. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

Just like back then—when he was convinced she had betrayed him. He never gave her a chance to explain and had broken up with her without hesitation.

Suppressing the emotions stirred by the past, Diana lowered her gaze and said, "He has other women, too."

"Do you have solid proof of his affair?" Julian asked, his tone steady and unfeeling.

Gone was the warm, affectionate boy from years ago—before her stood a man who was cold and distant.

Diana hesitated. "I only managed to take photos of them leaving a hotel together."

At that, Julian let out a dry laugh. "Well, you two really are a perfect match—birds of a feather."

His words were cutting. Diana took a deep breath and steadied herself. "Mr. Mackay, I am your client now. Please don't bring personal feelings into this. You have no right to judge my private life."

She paused briefly. "All I need from you is to tell me how I can get through this divorce and secure what I deserve."

The words "no right" made Julian's expression darken instantly. His tone grew harsher. "If you want to divide the assets, you need concrete evidence of his infidelity. If he refuses to divorce, you'll have to prove emotional breakdown and be separated for at least a year."

"Got it."

Diana stood up and turned to leave the conference room.

Just as she reached the door, his voice sounded, "Diana."

She stopped and turned back, seeing that he seemed to have something more to say.

She waited. One second… two seconds…

Julian's expression remained impassive as he finally spoke, "Let me know if there are any additional details."

"I will."

With that, Diana left.

Julian watched as her figure disappeared, his gaze dark and unreadable.

A moment ago, he had wanted to ask—why had she disappeared without a word back then?

Leaning back in his chair, his long fingers reached into his pocket and pulled out a diamond ring. It was the wedding band Diana had left behind on the hotel bed last night.

His eyes lingered on the ring, and his mind involuntarily replayed the memory of her beneath him. Her cheeks flushed, those misty eyes staring right into his. At one point, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue teasingly brushing against his Adam's apple.

At that moment, whatever restraint he had left had snapped. He had kissed her deeply, leaving his mark on her body.

The dim lighting, the stifled breaths, and the rising heat between them—but just as he was about to take the final step, his gaze had inadvertently fallen on the fingers pressed against his chest.

Her wedding ring gleamed on her left hand.

Like a bucket of ice water, the realization had doused every trace of passion, extinguishing the moment completely.

In the end, Diana had fallen asleep, and he hadn't touched her further.

And when she woke up, he hadn't told her the truth—that nothing had actually happened between them.

...

March's lingering chill carried through the air, the wind biting cold against the skin.

Diana pulled her dark gray coat tighter around her and glanced back at Summit & Vale Associates. Julian's cold, striking face remained imprinted in her mind.

She had never expected to see him again after five years, and in such a disgraceful manner at that. Taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed the turmoil within her and walked away.

After leaving Summit & Vale Associates, she headed to the nursing home. Her mother, Wendy Tucker, had undergone heart surgery three years ago, but her health remained frail, requiring long-term care at the facility.

Seeing her arrive, Wendy lit up with surprise and held her hand. "You actually found time to visit me today?"

Though Diana didn't have a job, her days were always occupied. Since Mariah lived with them, she constantly called on her, ordering her around for this and that.

Aside from social events and gatherings with other high-society wives, she rarely had the chance to leave the house. Visiting Wendy was restricted to once a week.

Diana set down the fruit she had brought and smiled. "I just felt like coming."

A mother knew her daughter best. Wendy quickly noticed something was off. "Did Mariah give you a hard time again?"

Diana was silent for a moment before deciding to tell her the truth. "Mom, I moved out of the Baker house. I'm staying at a hotel now."

Wendy was taken aback, her heart aching as she asked, "What did she do this time? I'll call Leonard right now and ask what's going on."

"No need, Mom." Diana stopped her and calmly stated her decision, "I'm divorcing Leonard."

"Divorce?" Wendy was utterly shocked. "What happened? No matter how unhappy you were before, you never mentioned divorce! Just a few days ago, you even told me you were planning to consummate the marriage and try for a child."

"We never had a real marital relationship."

Diana didn't want to dwell on the humiliations of her marriage, nor did she reveal the full reason for the divorce—Wendy couldn't take the stress.

"Mom, you've always known Leonard never loved me, and I… I never truly fell in love with him, either. A marriage without love is nothing but a cage. I don't want to keep compromising just to stay in it."

Her eyes grew slightly red. Seeing Diana like this, Wendy pulled her into a comforting embrace. "Alright, sweetheart. If you want a divorce, then divorce him. You've paid your dues all these years."

Back then, during the summer after Diana's sophomore year, Wendy suffered a heart attack. At the same time, Diana had gone through a brutal breakup.

It was Phil Baker who had found a heart donor for Wendy, helped transfer Diana to another school, and brought them both to Galecrest City. He had even covered the surgery costs.

Afterward, Wendy had sold her wedding ring to repay the money.

But debts of money were easy to clear—debts of gratitude were another story.

Later, when Leonard had his car accident and fell into despair, Phil had wanted Diana to stay by his side. He had even come close to kneeling to beg her. Out of gratitude, Diana had agreed.

For three years, she had tried to forget the past, to remind herself she was now a wife, and to play her role dutifully in this marriage. But Leonard had never truly regarded her as his wife. Mariah had never treated her as a daughter-in-law, either.

In the Baker household, she had been nothing more than a glorified maid.

Now, she had finally made up her mind—and Wendy, as her mother, would support her unconditionally.

After a pause, Wendy asked, "Did Leonard agree to the divorce?"

"No, he refused."

"Then, what will you do?"

Diana reassured her, "It's fine. I've already hired a lawyer. I'll file for divorce if I have to."

After leaving the nursing home, Diana returned to the hotel. It was already late, and the sky had darkened, draped in a soft veil of night.

Under the same night sky, Leonard had just finished an evening engagement. He had drunk quite a bit, and by the time his assistant, Ethan Carter, brought him home, it was already midnight.

Chapter 3

Catherine hesitated for a moment before heading downstairs to prepare some honey lemon water to sober Leonard up. Once it was ready, she brought it upstairs.

"Mr. Baker, drink this before you sleep," she said as she set it down.

Leonard, who was still groggy from the alcohol, assumed it was Diana who had made it for him. Without even opening his eyes, he took the bowl from her hands and drank it down.

Then, he collapsed back onto the bed and instinctively mumbled, "Diana, help me wipe down."

Catherine's eyes widened. Preparing honey lemon water was one thing, but wiping down his body? That was way beyond her duties.

"Mr. Baker, Mrs. Baker hasn't been home since she left today, you—"

Before she could finish, she heard his steady breathing—he had already fallen asleep. Sighing, Catherine pulled the covers over him and quietly left the room.

...

The morning sun filtered through the trees outside, casting dappled shadows into the room.

Leonard was jolted awake by a pounding headache. He pressed his temples as he got up and freshened up before heading downstairs.

Out of habit, he said, "Diana, my head hurts. Give me a massage."

Hearing his voice, Catherine walked out of the kitchen, carrying a freshly prepared breakfast. "Mr. Baker, Mrs. Baker still hasn't come home."

Leonard fell silent.

Right. He had nearly forgotten—Diana had thrown a tantrum and moved out.

Still stubborn, huh? A whole day and night had passed, and she still hadn't come back.

Fine. Let's see how long she could keep this up.

He sat at the dining table, his gaze falling on the food in front of him. His brows furrowed. "This is breakfast?"

A glass of milk and a plain sandwich.

Catherine scratched her head awkwardly. "Mr. Baker, Mrs. Baker usually handles all your meals. With her gone, you'll have to make do."

Leonard said nothing. He recalled that they had once hired a cook, but after Diana married into the family, Mariah had dismissed them and made Diana take over.

Diana was an excellent cook. Every meal she prepared was not only delicious but beautifully presented, too. Even breakfast had variety, always elaborate and full of flavor.

Looking at the bland meal before him, Leonard lost his appetite and got up.

He had a business banquet to attend that afternoon and needed to dress formally. In his walk-in closet, he selected a suit and reached for the ruby brooch he had won at an auction. But after searching, he couldn't find it.

Diana had always been the one to organize his accessories. Frowning, he called her.

"Hello, who's this?" Her voice was soft, thick with sleep, as if she had just woken up.

Leonard froze for a second—this was the first time he had ever heard her sound like that.

"If you're not talking, I'm hanging up."

Before she could disconnect, he spoke, "Where did you put the ruby brooch?"

There was a brief silence, then her voice, now cooler and more composed, came through, "Third row, sixth compartment of the white jewelry cabinet in the walk-in closet. It's in a blue box."

Leonard followed her instructions and, sure enough, found the brooch exactly where she said it would be.

"I got it."

"Mm. If that's all, I'm hanging up."

Half a second later, she suddenly added, "Tell Catherine to reorganize the closet when she has time. From now on, if you can't find something, ask her."

Her meaning was clear—he should not call her anymore.

Leonard's expression darkened slightly, his mood turning sour.

After a moment, he scoffed. She had to be saying this on purpose, trying to provoke him—making him think he couldn't function without her, hoping he would cave and bring her back.

She was overthinking it. If she loved running away so much, then so be it. In the end, she'd come back on her own.

"I'll have Catherine take care of it," Leonard said, then hung up.

After fastening the brooch to his lapel, he was about to leave when his steps suddenly paused. Almost unconsciously, he turned toward the section of the closet that belonged to Diana.

Her clothes were still there. All the jewelry, designer handbags, and luxury items he had given her over the years were untouched.

Leonard's lips curled into a mocking smile.

So, she was just throwing a fit. If she were truly set on divorcing, she would have taken everything with her. Instead, she had left all these luxury goods behind, clearly waiting for him to give in and bring her back.

Diana had no idea what he was thinking. The only reason she hadn't taken those luxury items was because it was a hassle. She hadn't rented a place yet and had nowhere to put them.

But she definitely wasn't foolish enough to leave them behind forever. Those were all things she had earned over three years of enduring Mariah's mistreatment—Leonard's so-called apologies. She deserved every bit of them.

After ending the call with Leonard, Diana went back to sleep, waking up naturally at 10:00 am. She turned toward the sunlight, stretched lazily, and smiled in contentment.

Ever since marrying Leonard, Mariah had made sure to wake her at 5:00 am sharp every morning—she had never once gotten enough sleep. Sleeping in until she woke up on her own felt amazing.

She freshened up in the bathroom, had a simple breakfast, and then headed to the nursing home to spend time with Wendy.

By the time she returned to the hotel in the afternoon, she was met with an unexpected visitor at her door.

Leonard was leaning against the wall, holding what appeared to be a document. His expression was particularly dark as he stared at her.

"Filing for divorce?" His voice was low and heavy. "Diana, do you even know what you're doing?"

When he had returned to the villa after his business engagement, Catherine had handed him the court summons. He hadn't expected her to actually take him to court.

Diana remained calm. "You refused to agree, so I had no choice but to take legal action. What's the problem?"

"Even a tantrum has its limits. Do you think a lawsuit is a joke? If word gets out and investors or consumers find out, it'll impact the company's stock price."

Leonard frowned. He had spoiled her too much—clearly, the more he indulged her, the more reckless she became.

Unlike his frustration, Diana was composed. "I'll say it again. I'm not throwing a tantrum. If you don't want to settle this peacefully, then I'll see you in court."

She had compromised for three years. She wasn't going to drag this out any longer. This marriage had to end.

Suppressing his anger, Leonard tried to keep his tone even. "Be reasonable. Withdraw the lawsuit tomorrow."

Diana was about to say that was impossible, but before she could respond, Leonard's phone rang.

He glanced at the screen before answering and walked into the elevator mid-conversation.

Diana shrugged, swiped her key card, and walked into her room. It didn't matter what he said—she was never withdrawing the lawsuit.

Just as she stepped out of the shower, her phone rang.

It was her best friend, Grace Bennett.

"Hello? Grace, what's up?"

Grace's cheerful voice came through, "Get your ass over to K-Bar! I just got my paycheck and spent it on eight male models—we'll split them 50-50. Let that bastard Leonard go to hell!"

Chapter 4

Diana couldn't help but smile wryly at Grace's usual boldness. After thinking it over, she decided to meet up with the latter—not for the male models, but to discuss job opportunities. Winning the lawsuit was uncertain, and she needed to secure an income to support herself and Wendy.

A while ago, Grace had mentioned that her company's project department was short on staff. Maybe she could find out more about it.

Changing into a white dress paired with a gray coat, Diana headed out.

The sky had just turned dark, and the bar wasn't too crowded yet. As soon as Diana stepped inside, she spotted Grace waving at her. "Diana, over here!"

Walking over, Diana was shocked at the scene before her.

Grace had actually hired eight male models—four on each side—who were eagerly feeding her fruit. She lounged comfortably, occasionally reaching out to caress their faces, looking every bit like a queen reveling in luxury, grinning in sheer decadence.

"What are you standing there for? Sit down!" Grace motioned with her eyes, and four of the male models immediately got up and surrounded Diana.

One particularly delicate-looking young man peeled a grape and held it up to her lips. "Here. Have a grape, beautiful."

His voice was softer and more flirtatious than a woman's, making Diana's skin crawl. She quickly pushed his hand away. "Sorry. I don't like grapes."

"Then, have some wine." Another model, who looked like a tanned athlete, handed her a glass, his other hand casually resting on her thigh, lightly stroking it.

Diana's scalp tingled. Why did it feel like she was the one being entertained here?

She couldn't take it anymore. Just as she was about to refuse and send them all away, she glanced up and locked eyes with an icy gaze from across the room—Julian.

Holding a glass of blue liquor, he stood not far away, expressionless as he looked in her direction. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes. He placed his glass down, put on his coat, and turned to leave.

The look—did he misunderstand something?

Whatever. Let him think what he wanted. He had never trusted her before. And besides, he wasn't her anything. So what if he misunderstood?

Diana didn't care. She stood up and gave Grace a look.

Understanding immediately, Grace waved a hand, dismissing the models for now.

"You look serious. What's up?"

Diana took a sip of her drink. "I've filed for divorce."

The words struck like a thunderbolt.

Grace immediately grabbed her hand, nearly jumping up in excitement. "That's my girl! No way you'd let emotion cloud your judgment! That scumbag Leonard doesn't deserve you. Kicking him to the curb and finding someone better is the way to go!"

Grace had never liked Leonard.

During the first year after his car accident, his moods were unpredictable, making him difficult to care for. On top of that, Mariah was constantly nitpicking and throwing her weight around as a superior.

One winter, she had deliberately given Diana a hard time, forcing her to stand outside in the snow under the guise of discipline. Diana had ended up with a high fever, nearly burning herself into an idiot. That bastard Leonard had done nothing except say a few words of comfort—completely useless.

Diana had swallowed more grievances in the past three years than the ocean could hold. Now that she had finally come to her senses and was getting a divorce, it was a moment worth celebrating.

Grace suddenly thought of something. "By the way, did you find out who that bastard was? The one who took advantage of you the night Mariah drugged you?"

The thought made her furious. "That scumbag! Got what he wanted and ran off like a coward! If I ever find him, I swear I'll make sure he rots in jail."

The memories of that night were hazy and fragmented—except for a few moments that were far too vivid.

Diana pursed her lips, feeling uneasy. "Forget it. He was just some stranger. He doesn't need to take responsibility. I'll just… think of it as a bad encounter and move on."

Meanwhile, the "stranger" she had just dismissed so casually had only just walked out the door.

She quickly changed the subject. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something important. You mentioned your company's project department was hiring. Do you think you could get me an internal referral?"

Grace frowned slightly. "The project team travels all over the country with the management. It's exhausting."

Diana smiled. "What job isn't tiring? You work in finance, and you're always working overtime, aren't you?"

"You're sure about this?" Grace hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I'll figure something out and make sure you get an interview."

Diana was a university graduate, and her résumé looked decent.

However, since she had gotten married right after graduation, she had no actual work experience. The robotics industry had evolved rapidly over the years, and hiring standards were tough. Applicants without experience usually had their résumés rejected outright before they even reached an interviewer.

Still, Grace wasn't going to let that stop her.

Diana raised her glass in gratitude and clinked it against Grace's. "Thanks! I owe you a meal."

Grace downed her drink and waved her off. "No need for that. After all, if it weren't for you back then, I'd be dead. What's an interview slot between us?"

At the mention of the past, a trace of sadness flicked in Diana's eyes. She gave a quiet, bitter smile.

She and Grace truly were two peas in a pod—two women who had suffered their own struggles.

With unspoken emotions lingering between them, they continued drinking, and soon, the bottles on the table were half-empty.

Grace was starting to get tipsy. She hiccupped and muttered, "Should we call the models back? I spent a month's salary on them. Would be a shame to waste it."

Just as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

After answering, her expression darkened instantly. She got up. "My boss just called—last-minute overtime. I've got to go. Take care of yourself."

With that, she hurriedly left the bar.

Diana nodded. With everything on her mind lately, she had lost track of how many drinks she had had. Her cheeks were now tinted with a soft blush from the alcohol.

The young male model who had tried feeding her grapes earlier approached again.

"Hello, my name is Adrian Blake." He sat down beside her, pouring a glass of wine and offering it to her. "Drinking alone is boring. Let me keep you company."

Diana was naturally beautiful, and now, with a slight intoxicated daze and her eyes half-lidded, she looked even more alluring.

Adrian stared at her, entranced. "Beautiful, you're so beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven."

Diana was tipsy, and the usual distance in her demeanor softened. She chuckled lightly. "You've got a sweet mouth."

"Then, do you want a taste?"

Adrian took her hand and playfully tapped it against his lips, his gaze both expectant and teasing.

Diana narrowed her eyes slightly, leaning in slowly. "Oh? And how should I taste it?"

Adrian had meant to flirt, but her sudden move left him flustered. His heartbeat pounded wildly in his chest.

Swallowing hard, he stared at her lips. "Pretty, if you don't know, I can teach you."

Just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, Diana pushed him away, a playful yet troubled expression appearing on her delicate face. "I'm married. I have a husband."

"I don't mind," Adrian murmured, leaning closer. Taking her hand, he guided it to his toned abdomen. "Pretty, I wasn't always in this line of work. I've never even been in a relationship. I'm clean."

"What do you mean by that?" Diana's lips curled into a faint smile, her long lashes fluttering as she gazed at him.

There was an intoxicating mix of innocence and seduction in her expression—so alluring that it could drive someone mad.

Adrian was completely mesmerized. His heart fluttered unbearably as he leaned in, whispering against her ear.

"Pretty, I'll be good to you. I'll take care of you. Just keep me, okay?"

At that moment, a shadow loomed over them—Julian's face was dark as he suddenly grabbed Diana's wrist and yanked her up from her seat.

Adrian was startled by the sudden action. He opened his mouth to protest, but when his gaze met Julian's sharp, icy stare, the words died in his throat.

Without a word, Julian lifted Diana into his arms and strode out of the bar.

A sleek silver Bentley was parked outside. Still holding Diana with one arm, Julian opened the passenger door and shoved her inside.

Diana was completely intoxicated, her head foggy from the alcohol.

Julian leaned over to buckle her seatbelt, and as he did, the cool scent of his cologne filled her nose.

Without thinking, she reached out and wrapped her arms around him, her hands slipping inside his shirt, curiously exploring his chest.

After a moment of silent assessment, she even gave her verdict. "Mmm… Nice."

She had clearly mistaken him for the male model.

Julian's face darkened instantly. "Diana, open your eyes and see who I am," he said, his tone laced with irritation.

Instead of responding, Diana nestled closer into his embrace.

Julian's expression shifted. His gaze darkened. He caught her wandering hands and held them firmly, his stare complicated.

Diana was still the same as before. The moment she got drunk, she lost all restraint.

He couldn't help but recall that night five years ago—when she had drunkenly thrown herself at him, and they had both tasted their first time together.

Chapter 5

If Julian hadn't taken Diana away, would she have ended up in Adrian's bed tonight?

The thought darkened Julian's expression even further. He reached into the car's storage compartment and pulled out a packet of hangover remedy, preparing to feed it to her. But before he could, the woman in his arms suddenly sank her teeth into his collarbone.

"Julian Mackay, you bastard! Scumbag! You promised you'd marry me. Liar!"

Her voice was laced with grievance, dragging Julian's mind back to that night from years ago—the night they had both crossed that line for the first time.

She had been bold enough to push him down while drunk, but afterward, she clung to him, sobbing, "What do we do, Julian? Mom said we shouldn't do this before marriage."

He had held her close, murmuring soft reassurances, swearing on his life that he would take responsibility—that they would marry as soon as they graduated.

Back then, he had dreamed of nothing more than building a home with her. But in the end, she had betrayed him.

The warmth in Julian's gaze turned ice-cold as he looked at Diana. "You sure know how to play the victim."

Diana was completely intoxicated, too far gone to process his words. The alcohol had loosened all the emotions she had suppressed for so long, and now, they poured out like a flood.

Of course, every single complaint was directed at him.

"You heartless bastard! You abandoned me. I curse you—may your instant noodles always be flavorless, your milkshakes come without straws, your soda cans lose their pull-tabs, and may you never satisfy a woman in bed for the rest of your life!"

Julian had remained indifferent through the first few curses. But at that last one, his face turned utterly black.

Jaw clenched, he grabbed her chin. "Say that again?"

His warm breath ghosted over her skin. They were close—too close.

His eyes dipped slightly, landing on her lips, now flushed and glossy from the alcohol. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he slowly lowered his head.

Diana, still hazy with drink, sensed him closing in. Through her blurred vision, she recognized the man inches from her, and her heartbeat suddenly went wild.

The shock sobered her up just enough. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, she shoved him away and jolted fully awake.

"Julian Mackay! What… What the hell do you think you're doing, you pervert?"

Seeing her completely alert—and so outraged—Julian scoffed.

"You actually thought I wanted to kiss you?" His voice was laced with disdain. "Not everyone is as desperate as you."

Diana was speechless. Had she misunderstood?

"Think carefully about who the real pervert is here." Julian's patience was wearing thin—he had only meant to scare her. He had no interest in married women.

Diana's memories from earlier flickered back. Had she put her hands inside his shirt?

An awkward silence stretched between them. She cleared her throat, muttering, "Sorry. I was drunk. Just forget about it."

Julian shot her a frosty look, completely uninterested in her apology. His voice was as cold as ever. "Get out."

Diana huffed. "I didn't do it on purpose! Why are you being so mean?"

Still, she reached for the door handle, ready to leave.

But just as she was about to step out, the sky rumbled ominously, and a sudden downpour pelted the car roof in a rapid staccato.

Diana froze. She had been prepared to leave with her head held high, but now she hesitated. "It's raining. I won't be able to get a cab."

Julian remained utterly indifferent. "Not my problem."

"You—" Diana fumed. "I'm still your client. How can you just kick me out?"

"It's after hours. I have no obligation to be your chauffeur." His refusal was merciless.

Diana felt a sting in her chest. Gritting her teeth, she reached for the door handle again.

At that moment, a deafening clap of thunder roared through the sky. Without thinking, Diana flung herself into Julian's arms, trembling.

She was terrified of thunder—something Julian knew all too well. He didn't push her away immediately. Only after the thunder faded did his cold voice break the silence.

"How long do you plan to hold on?"

Diana realized what she had done and quickly pulled away, her face burning with embarrassment. She wanted to smack herself.

Back when they were together, every time there was a thunderstorm, she would curl up in his arms. After their breakup, she had tried to train herself out of the habit—she would wear headphones and blast music to drown it out.

But tonight's thunder had come so suddenly that she had acted on instinct.

"Sorry. It was a reflex," Diana mumbled an apology, then reached for the door again. But before she could open it, she heard the click of the automatic locks engaging.

Julian stepped on the gas, and the Bentley slid smoothly into the rain-soaked streets.

Diana turned to him in confusion. "Weren't you kicking me out?"

Julian's voice was as sharp as ever. "In this weather, people with questionable morals are more likely to get struck by lightning. If you die, I'd be handling your case for nothing."

Diana shot him a glare. "My morals are just fine."

Julian's gaze flickered over her, filled with a meaning she couldn't quite decipher.

She immediately clamped her mouth shut.

"Address?" he asked.

"Skyline Hotel."

Julian's eyes narrowed slightly. "A hotel?"

"I moved out. I'm separated from my husband," Diana explained.

"You don't need to explain anything to me."

Diana inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Wasn't he the one who asked? Julian was so difficult to deal with.

He had changed. Years ago, he had been cold but gentle with her. Now, every word out of his mouth was barbed.

She had no desire to keep talking to him. Turning away, she stared out the window in silence.

Half an hour later, the Bentley pulled up outside Skyline Hotel. The rain hadn't stopped—in fact, it had only grown heavier.

Diana frowned. She had planned to run inside, but just as she reached for the door, a black umbrella appeared in front of her.

Surprised, she looked at Julian. His expression remained indifferent.

"Return it later." He didn't even glance at her.

Diana's lips curled into a soft smile. "Thanks."

Taking the umbrella, she stepped out and quickly walked into the hotel.

Through the thick curtain of rain, her silhouette looked small and fragile—like a flower battered by the wind and rain, moments away from being crushed.

Julian watched her disappear into the building, his deep gaze unreadable.

"Diana Springer, you left me for a rich man. And yet, this is the life you ended up with." His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel. "Which version of you was real?"

Chapter 6

At midnight, Diana lay in bed, scrolling through job search apps when a message popped up on her phone.

It was from Grace.

"Get ready. Your interview is at 9:30 am the day after tomorrow."

Diana's eyes instantly lit up. Her fingers flow across the keyboard.

"Got it! Grace, thank you so much!"

"No need for thanks between us."

Finally having an interview opportunity, Diana cherished it deeply. She immediately began researching Santech Corporation and the position she was applying for.

Her major in university had been robotics manufacturing, and Santech Corporation was a company specializing in robotic research and production—perfectly aligned with her field.

That night, she stayed up writing a project proposal.

…

The day of the interview arrived quickly. Diana dressed in a professional suit and sat upright before a panel of interviewers.

The woman seated in the center was Abigail Joyce, the department manager. As she skimmed through her résumé, her brows knitted together.

"You haven't worked since graduating three years ago. What were you doing during that time?" she asked.

"I was married," Diana answered calmly.

Abigail's frown deepened. "A housewife for three years? Do you realize how much the robotics manufacturing industry has evolved in that time? While your academic performance was outstanding and you had internships at major firms, the field has advanced.

"I'm afraid you may not be suited for this role."

"I may have been a housewife, but I've kept up with developments in the robotics industry."

Diana smiled, maintaining her composure as she discussed the latest advancements in robotics. She spoke fluently about industry trends and new technologies and even offered her own insights.

Abigail was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected her to be so well-informed.

"This is my proposal," Diana said, handing Abigail a document.

Abigail flipped it open, initially intending just to skim through it. But after reading the first page, her eyes sharpened with interest. Her gaze toward Diana changed—there was now a trace of admiration.

"Your ideas are quite innovative."

Diana smiled. "Thank you."

"That said, apart from campus recruitment, our company typically requires candidates to have at least three years of work experience. Your gap in employment…"

Diana pressed her lips together briefly before responding, "If your company is willing to give me a chance, I won't let you down."

Abigail hesitated for a moment before turning to quietly discuss with the other interviewers.

Finally, she looked back at Diana with a slight smile. "Rules exist, but so does flexibility. We shouldn't let rigid requirements keep us from hiring talent. Wait for our decision."

Did that mean she had a shot?

Diana's lips curled into a slight smile. She stood and thanked respectfully, "Thank you."

As she left the conference room, she was about to exit the building when a voice called out behind her, "Diana Springer?"

She turned around and saw a tall woman approaching.

She had brown wavy hair, flawless makeup, and was dressed in the latest designer suit from Chanel—a picture of elegance and wealth.

"It's really you!"

Diana paused for a moment, taking a while to recognize her—Amelia Ross.

She was a fellow robotic student at Yoyle University, one year her junior. And once, her rival in love.

Diana's expression remained indifferent. "Long time no see."

Amelia sized her up before suddenly laughing. "It has been a long time—five years, right? I just saw you coming out of the interview room. Are you applying for a job at Santech Corporation?"

Diana nodded. "Yes."

"Even though we haven't spoken in years, I've still heard about you. You got married right after graduation and became a housewife, didn't you?" Amelia sighed dramatically. "You were so brilliant back in school—both the campus beauty and the top-ranked student. How did you end up as a housewife?"

Before Diana could respond, Amelia continued, as if talking to herself, "Then again, I suppose it makes sense. The corporate world is tough—not everyone can handle the grind and earn wealth on their own. If I were as beautiful as you, I might have married rich, too. Being a socialite seems easier."

Diana wasn't naive. She could tell Amelia's seemingly concerned words were actually thinly veiled jabs. She was clearly implying that Diana had no capabilities—just a pretty face that relied on men.

Diana met Amelia's mocking gaze with a calm, unwavering stare. "You never know until you try. Giving up before even starting isn't my style."

"But you've been out of the industry for three years. You don't meet the company's hiring criteria," Amelia replied with a smile before adding, "Oh, and I'm not sure if you knew, but Santech Corporation is my family's company. My brother owns it. I could pull some strings for you as a fellow alum."

Diana was momentarily surprised—she hadn't known Santech Corporation belonged to Amelia's family.

But she quickly regained her composure and shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather get in on my own merits."

With that, she turned and walked away.

On the first floor of the building, Julian stepped into the executive elevator. Just before the doors closed, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

He instinctively turned his head.

His assistant, Vincent Caldwell, noticing his distraction, asked curiously, "Mr. Mackay, what are you looking at?"

Julian withdrew his gaze as the elevator doors shut.

His dark eyes lingered on the floor indicator as it climbed, his expression unreadable. "What was Diana doing at Santech Corporation?"

…

As soon as Diana returned to the hotel, she saw Leonard standing outside her room. His tall figure leaned against the wall, his expression carrying a trace of exhaustion, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing her arrive, he straightened and walked toward her, instinctively reaching out to hold her hand.

Diana stepped back, her expression indifferent. "What do you want?"

Leonard frowned slightly and slowly withdrew his hand. "Let's have a proper talk."

Her face remained emotionless. "There's nothing to talk about except the divorce. A clean break is best for both of us. Otherwise, when this goes to court, it'll be a public spectacle. I don't care, but you're the CEO of Baker Corporation—it's your reputation and dignity on the line."

Her voice was calm and distant, as though she were speaking to a stranger.

Leonard's mood darkened, but he forced himself to stay patient. "I know you don't get along with Mariah. You don't like her, so I've already asked her to move back to Baker Manor.

"As for Chloe, I'll keep my distance from her—there won't be any overstepping of boundaries. Can't we just make things work again?"

The moment he finished speaking, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen—an unknown number. He ignored it.

A moment later, the call came again.

Frowning, he finally answered. "Hello?"

"Are you Chloe Acosta's family member? She suddenly collapsed and is in critical condition at the hospital. You're her only emergency contact—please come immediately."

Leonard's grip on the phone tightened.

After ending the call, he looked at Diana. "Chloe collapsed at the hospital. She's in emergency care, and I'm her only listed contact. I need to check on her—I'll come back later."

Just as he stepped into the arriving elevator, the doors closed behind him.

Diana stared at the sealed elevator doors and let out a quiet laugh. One second, he was promising to keep his distance. The next, he was already running to Chloe's side.

A husband who kept his heart elsewhere—why on earth would Diana hold on to someone like that?

…

Less than 15 minutes later, Leonard arrived at the hospital. Just as he stepped in, the emergency procedure had been completed, and Chloe was being wheeled into a private ward.

His gaze swept over her unconscious figure before he turned to the doctor. "How is she?"

The doctor, Gabriel Mercer, removed his mask and replied, "She's physically weak due to a previous surgery. She needs proper rest and must avoid any emotional distress, or her condition could relapse."

Leonard frowned. "What surgery?"

Gabriel's brows furrowed slightly. "Aren't you her family member? You didn't know that she was previously diagnosed with uterine cancer and had most of her uterus removed?"

Uterine cancer—a hysterectomy.

Leonard's eyes widened in shock.

He turned back to Chloe, still unconscious in the hospital bed. A storm of emotions surged within him—one he had thought would never surface again.