My name could be changed, but my family’s affections never would.
From childhood, anything Isabelle wanted, she eventually got.
And anything that was mine, Isabelle wanted.
Alex was an exception.
Despite Isabelle’s endless attempts to lure him away, Alex remained unmoved, steadfastly choosing me.
For Isabelle’s sake, my father even stooped so low as to beg Alex. “The Dubois family will be inherited by Isabelle. If you choose Isabelle, the Dubois family is willing to give up fifty percent of its profits.”
Alex tightly gripped my trembling hand, his voice firm and resolute. “Mr. Dubois, my marriage is not a commodity. My alliance with the Dubois family is solely because I love Chloe.”
After the wedding, due to Isabelle’s cutrageous behavior, many families interested in her backed out. My father, fearing Isabelle’s sadness, sent her to London to study dance.
I once thought I was lucky, having stubbornly grown for years, finally chosen decisively by someone.
However, the time when passion fades is when the real test begins.
It was another thick, sultry night.
Alex’s voice was hoarse as he coaxed me for another round, his hot breath caressing my collarbone.
A special notification sound rang out. Alex froze for a moment, glancing quickly at his phone. back into the polished, suited professional.
en, the ravenous beast of a man transformed
He kissed the sweat from my forehead. “There’s a problem with business in the city. I need to go check it out.”
After Alex left, I idly flipped through the books on the shelf.
It felt like destiny.
A book from the very top shelf, which I usually couldn’t reach, just happened to fall, revealing the corner of a photo tucked inside.
I pulled it out casually, and froze.
it was a photo from my wedding with Alex.
But the main subject in the picture was Isabelle, her hand outstretched dramatically towards Alex.
