Upon hearing her grandmother’s suggestion, Emily fell silent.
She stood there as though someone had suddenly taken away her voice. Everything was happening too quickly. Her family was pressuring her to divorce James, Marcus was offering himself as a replacement, and the mysterious Morrison family had appeared with gifts so extravagant that the entire family was desperate to uncover their purpose. But Emily could not make sense of any of it. Why would a family so powerful take an interest in the family? The two families were not even on the same level, why had the Morrisons sent these gifts? At that moment Emily’s eyes drifted toward the items arranged throughout the meeting room. The expensive television, the rare medicinal herbs, the diamond necklace, the jade ornaments, the imported wine, and the other valuables were dazzling beneath the bright lights. No one would send such an astonishing collection of gifts without a reason. But if that was truly the reason, they want something, then Emily had no place in the matter. She was already married. Worse still, she was married to James, the man her family considered useless, shameful, and unworthy of standing beside her. Emily lowered her gaze, she should have been relieved, for more than three years, she had endured the humiliation of being tied to James. She had imagined more than once what her life might become after their divorce. She had told herself that leaving him would allow her to start over and escape the family’s ridicule. Yet now that everyone was forcing her to make that choice, she discovered that she did not want to leave him. James had never given her wealth or influence. He had never made her proud in front of the family. But he had also never betrayed her or deliberately caused her trouble. For three years, he had endured every insult in silence, shouldered the family’s dirty work, and continued caring for her despite her coldness. She had never realized how deeply she had grown accustomed to his presence. Now, surrounded by pressure and expectations, Emily felt utterly lost. At that moment Anderson soon grew impatient with her silence. “What are you still thinking about?” she demanded. Emily raised her head. Madame Anderson tapped her cane against the floor and stared at her sternly. “Do you want all your sisters to have good lives while you remain trapped with that useless man?” she asked. “Is that what you want? To watch them marry into respectable families and enjoy comfortable lives while you stay stuck with someone who has no future?” “Grandmother, I…” “This is not something you should be thinking about for so long,” Madame Anderson interrupted. “You should make your decision immediately, before the Morrison family reveals its purpose.” Her gaze moved toward the gifts. “Look at everything they have sent. Do you truly believe these presents were delivered merely because of my birthday? Do you think a family would give away so many expensive things without an important reason?” The room grew quiet. Madame Anderson’s voice became more forceful. “The Morrison family has clearly come with a purpose. They are not sending these gifts as empty compliments. They want something from the Tang family, and whatever it is, it will be important. Before they state their intentions, you must decide whether you want to remain tied to James or free yourself from him.” Emily’s face tightened. “If you continue hesitating, you may lose your opportunity,” Madame Anderson added. “Divorce him now. At least then, you will still have a chance to compete with your sisters.” Emily’s hands slowly curled into fists. The gifts made her uneasy. Their sudden arrival, their enormous value, and the messenger’s refusal to explain anything all felt wrong. Then She turned her head and looked at James. At that exact moment, James looked back at her. Emily’s expression was filled with conflict, but James understood the truth immediately. Madame Anderson was not pressuring Emily for her happiness. She was using the Morrison family’s arrival to force her into a decision before the real reason behind the gifts became known. She knew the gifts had not been sent simply to celebrate her birthday. She knew they represented something important. And she was trying to push Emily toward divorce so that the family could seize whatever opportunity the Morrisons had brought to their door. Immediately Emily opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, James cleared his throat. All eyes immediately turned toward him. He glanced at the gifts, then faced Madame Anderson and said, “I’m afraid, but these gifts need to be returned to the Morrison family immediately.”Latest Chapter
Chapter 11
Upon hearing her grandmother’s suggestion, Emily fell silent.She stood there as though someone had suddenly taken away her voice. Everything was happening too quickly. Her family was pressuring her to divorce James, Marcus was offering himself as a replacement, and the mysterious Morrison family had appeared with gifts so extravagant that the entire family was desperate to uncover their purpose.But Emily could not make sense of any of it.Why would a family so powerful take an interest in the family? The two families were not even on the same level, why had the Morrisons sent these gifts?At that moment Emily’s eyes drifted toward the items arranged throughout the meeting room. The expensive television, the rare medicinal herbs, the diamond necklace, the jade ornaments, the imported wine, and the other valuables were dazzling beneath the bright lights.No one would send such an astonishing collection of gifts without a reason.But if that was truly the reason, they want something, t
Chapter 10
"Poor Emily. She's got the Anderson name, the Anderson looks, the Anderson breeding but she's stuck with a maid's fate, isn't she?""Absolutely tragic!" Julia agreed, pressing a hand to her chest in mock distress. "All that potential, completely wasted!""You know what?" Stephanie said, her eyes glittering with malice. "We should actually thank James! He took Emily out of the running for us! One less competitor to worry about!"The women dissolved into peals of laughter, high-pitched and cruel, echoing off the vaulted ceilings.Emily kept her head bowed, her hair falling forward to hide her burning face. Her hands trembled at her sides, fingernails digging into her palms hard enough to leave marks. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She wanted to disappear.But she couldn't. Not here. Not in front of everyone.So she stood there, frozen, drowning in humiliation while the laughter crashed over her in waves.Meanwhile, James stood in his corner, completely still, his eyes fixed on
Chapter 9
Marcus continued, his tone confident. "Think about it. Families at that level don't just throw money around for no reason. These gifts—the jewelry, the cash, the luxury items this is a courtship display. They're signaling their interest in one of the Anderson daughters."The unmarried women in the room exchanged glances, their eyes wide with dawning realization."Oh my God," breathed Melissa Anderson, a cousin in her mid-twenties with carefully highlighted blonde hair. "He's right. This is a marriage proposal!""Or at least a PRE-proposal," added another cousin, Julia, who was already mentally calculating how much the diamond necklace was worth. "They're testing the waters. Seeing if we're interested.""Well, obviously it's me they're interested in," Melissa said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I mean, I'm the most beautiful woman in this family. Everyone says so.""Are you kidding me?" Julia whirled on her. "You? You already have a boyfriend! Everyone knows you've been dating t
Chapter 8
James touched his cheek where the cut had already scabbed over. "You don't owe me anything, Emily.""Yes, I do. I don't like being in debt, even emotional debt. We're going to divorce eventually anyway might as well keep the accounts clean." Her tone was businesslike, distant, as if they were discussing a contract rather than their marriage.James felt something shift in his chest. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "What if I could change? What if you saw a completely different version of me?"Emily's jaw tightened. For just a moment, something flickered in her eyes hope? curiosity? but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. She shook her head."Don't talk nonsense, James. As long as you're in the Anderson family, you'll be crushed. Every single day. If you actually had talent, ability, backbone anything worth having you wouldn't have spent three years being everyone's punching bag." Her voice wasn't cruel. It was tired. Resigned. "People don't change. Not really. Especially not
Chapter 7
James stood motionless, staring at Emily, whose eyes glistened with unshed tears. A thin line of blood traced down his left cheek where her ring had caught his skin."Did you do this on purpose?!" Emily's voice cracked, trembling with fury and humiliation. She glared at him, her mascara beginning to smudge at the corners of her eyes. "Why did I ever believe you could just keep your mouth shut for one night?!"Emily Anderson was known for her composure. Even when life knocked her down, she kept her chin up, her spine straight, her face a perfect mask of confidence. She'd survived business setbacks, professional rivalries, and three years of whispered gossip about her embarrassing marriage all without shedding a single tear in public.But tonight, standing in front of her entire family, her friends, her colleagues, and Marcus Wellington the man everyone said she should have married her dignity had been ground into the marble floor beneath her designer heels.James let out a long, weary
Chapter 6
The crowd murmured in agreement. "Yeah, apologize!" "Who does he think he is?" "He should be grateful we even let him in!" James stood frozen, the teapot still in his hands. His mind was racing. He knew the piece was fake. Every instinct, every bit of research he'd done, everything was screaming at him that he was right. But what did it matter? they didn't want the truth. They wanted a scapegoat. "No," James said quietly. "What?" David's smile faltered. "I said no." James set the teapot down carefully. "I'm not going to kneel. And I'm not going to apologize for telling the truth." For a moment, nobody moved. Then David's face contorted with rage. "You arrogant piece of—" He snatched a glass of red wine from a nearby relative's hand and hurled it directly at James's chest. The wine exploded across James's shirt, deep crimson spreading across the faded blue fabric like blood. The liquid soaked through immediately, cold and sticky against his skin. The room erupted in laughte
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