Inside the luxurious Aurora Palace Hotel, Darren Vale stood quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Vanessa Hartwell as she slowly removed the final layers of her wedding dress.The elegant white gown slipped gently onto the marble floor, leaving her standing in delicate silk beneath the warm glow of the night lights.For a moment, Darren simply looked at her.After three long years together—three years of love, sacrifice, and waiting—they were finally husband and wife!Everything he had endured in his life suddenly felt distant and unimportant compared to this single moment.Three years ago, Darren walked away from a terrifying world of power, bloodshed, and endless war. For Vanessa, he abandoned the identity that had once made entire nations tremble in fear—the undefeated war god known only by a single name: NIGHTREIGN.Vanessa was the only life he wanted.“Vanessa,” Darren whispered softly as he stepped closer, his hand settling gently against her waist. “I love you. I’m happy I’

“You don’t need to worry about anything,” she said softly. “Especially not about disturbing our honeymoon night.” Adrian weakly shook his head. “Vanessa… I really didn’t mean to cause trouble between you and your husband.”“You’re thinking too much,” she replied calmly, with a reassuring smile. “Darren won’t be angry. If he was going to be angry, he would have already been angry many times in the past six months. And if he truly is angry… I’ll handle him myself.” At that exact moment, in the quiet darkness of the honeymoon suite at The Aurora Palace Hotel, Darren Vale sat completely still without interrupting or reacting. He simply listened. Every word from the phone reached him clearly, especially the tone of Vanessa’s voice. Darren’s eyes slowly darkened. So this is how it was. He hadn't even misunderstood. It was intentional. His mind began to piece everything together with chilling clarity. For months, Adrian Knox had always appeared at precise moments, always when he and Va

Darren closed his eyes, his heart churning with emotions too complicated to put into words. This was not the first time Vanessa had indirectly admitted she was at fault in such a subtle way. Whenever conflict arose because of Adrian, she would never truly acknowledge the core of the problem. Instead, she would apologize vaguely, offer a small gesture of goodwill, and expect everything to return to normal. He had endured it countless times before. And he knew that as long as Adrian remained between them, this would not be the last time either. After a long moment of silence, Darren calmly reached up and removed Vanessa's hands from around his waist. Then he turned away, deliberately putting several steps between them. "Our wedding night no longer exists," his voice was cold and emotionless. The words struck Vanessa harder than any shout ever could. She stood frozen. At first, annoyance flashed across her beautiful face. She had already lowered herself enough to apologize. Yet Da

Anita Hartwell nearly dropped the mug in her hand. "What did you just say?" On the other end of the phone, Vanessa leaned back, pressing a hand against her aching forehead. "Darren said... if things continue like this, the only path left is divorce." For several long seconds, Anita simply stared ahead, trying to process what she had just heard. "Divorce?" Her voice was filled with genuine disbelief. "Did Darren really say that?" "Yes." "No..." Anita shook her head instinctively, even though Vanessa could not see her. "That doesn't sound like him." Among everyone in the Hartwell family, Anita had never thought Darren was the ideal match for her cousin. In her opinion, he lacked a prestigious background, had no visible wealth, and lived an unusually quiet life that revealed little about his past. Even so, there was one thing she had never questioned. His love for Vanessa. It had been obvious to everyone. Even Anita, who had always been skeptical of him, had privately admitted t

Vanessa's expression immediately darkened. Instead of reflecting on Darren's accusations, she looked at him with obvious disappointment. "I really didn't expect you to think this way." Her voice was filled with frustration. "Everything you're saying is based on your own assumptions. You keep imagining things that have never happened. There has never been anything improper between Adrian and me. You've already decided he's guilty without any evidence." Her tone became increasingly firm. "I honestly don't understand you anymore. You have no compassion at all. When someone is injured, all you care about is your own feelings. When someone works through illness for the sake of the company, instead of respecting his dedication, you only suspect him." "You can't even see reality anymore. He was a patient who needed someone to care for him. He was an employee who kept working despite being physically weak. Yet in your eyes, every act of kindness becomes evidence of an affair." Darren