She stared at the screen, her brows knitting together. “Seriously? He’s still angry?”Throwing the blanket aside, she stood up and began pacing. “It was an emergency,” she muttered to herself. “Nahir was sick. He could have died.”The more she spoke, the more her irritation grew, as though repeating the justification would make it more convincing. “Why is he making such a big deal out of this?”Yet even as she said it, a small, uncomfortable thought surfaced.“Could have died.”“Not did die.”“Not even close.”Aurelia quickly pushed the thought away, unwilling to examine it further."No, I made the right choice. Anyone would have done the same. Wouldn’t they?" She thought to herself. Her expression turned conflicted, uncertainty flickering beneath her frustration. After a few moments, she placed her phone down.If Alexander wanted space, then so be it.After lunch, Alexander arrived at the boxing gym.The familiar scent of leather gloves and sweat greeted him as soon as he stepped in

Alexander met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “You want an answer?” he said. “Fine.”His arm remained firmly around Clara. “This is Clara.”Aurelia’s heartbeat faltered.“My girlfriend.”The words landed with crushing force.For a moment, the entire gym seemed to stop breathing.Aurelia felt as though the ground had disappeared beneath her feet.Alexander continued, his tone mercilessly calm. "Since you won't own up to your own change of heart, then just say I cheated. Now let's get divorced."The statement exploded in her mind, leaving her struggling to process it.Then, just as quickly, humiliation twisted into anger.“Fine!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the gym. “You want a divorce? Then let’s get divorced!”Her eyes burned red with emotion.“But don’t expect a single cent from me. Not one dollar. Not one asset. Nothing.”“The company belongs to me. The villa belongs to me. The money belongs to me,” she said, emphasizing each point. “You walk away with nothing.”Aure

He then carried her up into his arms, laid her on the sofa, and undressed her until she was left with only her underwear.Now, he stared down at her unconscious figure on the sofa, forcing himself to suppress the possessive rage clawing inside him. He had waited too long for this moment to let impatience ruin everything. "You are mine," he whispered coldly, his voice barely audible in the silent room. "And soon, you'll have no way back to him."With meticulous care, he began arranging the scene.Every liquor bottle disappeared. Every trace of the evening was removed. He adjusted the furniture, erased any signs of disorder, and crafted the room exactly as he wanted it.Then he placed the divorce agreement on the table, the stark white pages sat alone beneath the soft light, impossible to miss.Nahir stepped back and surveyed his work. A slow smile curved across his lips.Every detail was well calculated, and all that remained was for Alexander to arrive and walk straight into the trap

Then his expression twisted, and something ugly surfaced. “You bastard...”He touched his swollen cheek, only to flinch as pain shot through him. Alexander had shown absolutely no mercy.Nahir clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with malice. “Fine. You want to play? Then let’s play.”Slowly, he pulled out his phone.An ambulance would be useful. Medical reports would be useful. Witnesses would be useful. Evidence would be useful.Most importantly, Aurelia’s sympathy would be useful.The call connected. “Emergency services.”Nahir’s tone shifted instantly, becoming weak and pitiful. “Hello... I’ve been assaulted.”He paused, then coughed deliberately, as if struggling through pain.“Sir, are you injured?” the operator asked urgently.“I think...” he groaned. “I think he almost killed me.”After arranging the ambulance, he made another call, this time overseas, to his parents. By the time the conversation ended, his mother was already panicking.When he hung up, a satisfied smile sprea

Nahir immediately softened his expression, masking everything behind a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Mom. Everything is under control.”She let out a disbelieving sigh. “Under control? You’ve ended up in the hospital, and you still call this under control?”For a brief moment, a shadow passed through Nahir’s eyes. The memory of Alexander overpowering him caused his jaw to tighten, and his hands curled into fists beneath the blanket.“I didn’t expect Alexander to be that strong,” he admitted.His mother frowned. “What exactly happened?”Nahir remained silent for a few seconds, as if replaying the moment in his mind. When he finally spoke, his voice carried an unfamiliar hesitation.“His eyes…”She blinked in confusion. “What about them?”Nahir swallowed, and for the briefest instant, a trace of fear surfaced on his face. “When he attacked me… he looked like a wolf.”“A wolf?” she repeated, clearly puzzled.He nodded slowly. “The moment he locked onto me, it felt like my body stopped