Chapter 5
Ivor’s study was vacated, serving as our conversation room.
The desk was no longer cluttered with cold, impersonal files.
Instead, it was dotted with a woman’s lipstick and child’s toys.
In the half–open drawer lay half–used daily necessities.
I still remember, in the third year of my marriage to Ivor,
I accidentally entered his study.
For the first time, he gave me a cold look.
This is where I work. I don’t like being disturbed.”
Perhaps at that moment, Ivor no longer loved me as much.
Or maybe, he had already stopped loving me.
Kira poured me a glass of water, snapping me back to my distant memories.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, without a trace of sarcasm or provocation.
I looked at this woman, the one for whom Ivor had betrayed me.
She wasn’t particularly beautiful, and her family background was ordinary.◄
I couldn’t understand.
What did Ivor, the one who had everything, see in her?
How could the heart I’d cherished for over a decade be stolen by her?
You’ve destroyed my family. Do you think a simple I’m sorry can make it all go away?”
The woman in front of me spoke up.
“Miss Carter, both my parents are teachers. I know what morality and propriety mean, and I know what being the other woman entails. You might not believe it, but if I really wanted you to divorce, even if you insisted on not doing so, Ivor would have found another way. It wouldn’t have dragged on until now.”
At that moment, I had to admit that she was right.
The Carter family’s company relied on the Bolton family’s support to survive.
Yet in recent years, my family had never pressured or interfered with me.
“I know I’ve hurt you, and I don’t want to force you. If it weren’t for the child, I could have stayed by his side without any title for the rest of my life.”
1 stood up, crossing my arms.
“So, what are you trying to tell me?”
“Are you implying that your behavior is noble and that I should be grateful to you?”
The woman in front of me truly looked fragile.
So fragile that a single word from me could make her eyes well up with tears.
“Kira Adams, do you hate me, don’t you?”
If she didn’t, she could have easily found another time
to meet me privately.
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Instead, she used Ivor’s name, and now, on the verge of our divorce,
she’s come to disgust me one last time.
She’s already done all the dirty deeds,
yet she still dreams of presenting herself as a pure and flawless white lotus.
Looking at the woman’s pale face, I parted my lips and let out a soft laugh.
“He can divorce me for you, and in the future, he can divorce you for someone else too.”
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