Dear Readers, I’d like to clarify something about my work. In my stories, you may come across scenes that involve smoking, drinking, violence, or even sexual contents like kissing, touching of breasts and the likes. Please understand that these elements are not included to glorify or promote them. R

Back at Miretti’s house, Angela still wouldn’t give up on Ethan. She clung to Ethan, eyes shining with impatience. “Kiss me now, Ethan,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around him. “I’ve been waiting so long for this. You won’t even look at me. What’s wrong? Is something wrong with me or a

Ethan drew in a slow breath, trying to steady himself as the phone continued to ring on the nightstand. The continuous ringing of the phone made me even more worried. . He turned his head toward Angela, his voice a mix of pleading and frustration as he started talking. “Angela, listen to me,” he sa

The room fell into a stunned silence after the line went dead. Raymond's tone during the call still echoed in Ethan’s ears. He stared at the phone screen, his thumb trembling against the glass. Angela’s hands went to her mouth. Her eyes darted from the phone to Ethan’s pale face. “Oh my God,” she

He paused a little, rubbing his hands on her shoulder and added," Before I married her, my savior told me to marry and protect her no matter what happened between us. That's her last wish, Angela. And even though I have divorced her, I still have the responsibility of protecting her when the needs a