“Nancy, I can't endure seeing you with him anymore, you have to find a way to kick out that useless nominal husband of yours. Every time I see you with him, it's like a dagger straight to my heart. I just want to kill him.” Xavier Winthrop froze on hearing the voice. It was Jason Marlowe, his wife's childhood friend. He had just finished preparing dinner when he heard the door open, and wheeled himself to the sitting room to take a look. But before he could open the door, the vicious words drifted to his ears. “Jason, you have to be patient. You waited five years, a few more days is nothing." He opened the door slightly, enough to get a faint glimpse of the duo. His wife Nancy was currently squatting between Jason's legs, caressing his face with a doting expression in her face. “Ethan is currently the largest shareholder of my company, Crescent Waves corporation. If I kick him out without a good back-up plan, he might do something crazy to get back at me and ruin my hard work.

Xavier’s phone rang, sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet of the gift room. It was his son's fourth birthday. The house smelled like cake and balloons. With the help of the household staff, he had gotten everything ready downstairs. Ribbons, toys, the big chocolate fountain Ethan loved. He was currently wrapping up gifts for little Ethan. Careful folds. Perfect bows. Nancy might have done him wrong, but his son was his no matter what. Even if they divorced, his boy was coming with him. The screen lit up with a familiar number. Therion. “Boss, the divorce couldn't be processed.” Xavier frowned, sitting up straighter in the wheelchair. The ribbon in his hands went still. “What do you mean?” There was a pause, keyboard clicking on the other end. “Sir, the government records show you've never been married.” His hands shook. The scissors slipped and clattered to the table. He had thought he couldn't feel any more hurt than what he had already experienced so far. The kidney

Nancy felt her head spinning, the world around her turned blurry. Mocking words and whispers from the guests she had invited to show off permeated the room like poison. “What just happened now?” “What do you think? The people that came to pick him up mentioned that she cheated on him. He must have discovered she cheated, so she wanted to kill him to hush it up.” “It must be with Jason Marlowe. I knew that bastard was up to no good, always hanging around someone else's wife like flies to rotten eggs.” “Damn! Women are vicious.” “She wasn't the one who pushed him. It seemed to be that man beside her.” “This is crazy. I can't believe she would do this after all he had done for her.” The heiress of a fashion line whispered to her friend, shaking her head. “I knew her since college, she was from an impoverished middle class family. But after she married him, he gave her his company and turned her life for the better. Who could have foreseen that she would treat her savior li

Crescent Waves Corporation. “Zenith group hasn't replied till now. What could be wrong? They normally got back to us within twenty-four hours. They can't be changing their minds, right?” Nancy was incredibly worried as she stared intently at the computer screen, waiting for the confirmation email. Jason patted her shoulder. “Don't worry, they will reply. They were the first to reach out, why will they back out now?” Nancy wasn't convinced, for some reason dread filled her heart. She felt hollow, it was as if something huge and unfavorable was going to happen to her. “Zenith is a big group, and there are rumors it's connected to that mysterious Dominion consortium. Crescent Wave is a new company that just rose to fame. What if they decide to work with others?” “I have someone at Zenith, I will pull strings to get you the contact. Don't worry.” Jason pinched her cheek with a soft smile, and she looked up at him. “You're still the best.” He leaned down and took her lips in a

At another part of Erindor Trinity stared down at the unconscious Jason, hatred and disgust curdling in her chest until it felt like acid. The man who dared to poison her brother. The parasite who drank from Xavier’s blood for four years and still wanted more. She grabbed him by the collar like he weighed nothing and teleported. The world folded. The cold wind against his face woke him up with a violent gasp. The first thing he saw was the black water beneath him, waves crashing and foaming like teeth. His face turned white, horror consuming him whole. “No! Oooh!” “Aiya!” Trinity sneered, and let go. His screams tore through the night as he plummeted. A mighty splash buried him. “Trash like you dared to hurt my master? I will have to remind you where the trash belongs.” The sea was icy. It hit his lungs and stole his breath. Salt water rushed into his mouth, his nose burned. Despite being a good swimmer, his limbs felt like lead. They just wouldn’t cooperate. It could be fea