Chapter 1
The more than ten years of relying on each other with my husband made me believe that we deeply loved each other. However, this year I discovered a secret that he had been hiding from me.
When I was 10, before my parents tragically passed away in a car accident, they placed me in the care of Leland Pearson, a young man they had been supporting. They made him promise to marry me as my matrilocal husband once I reached adulthood.
Over the years, he treated me like a princess. After we got married, he continued to care for me with unwavering devotion. Everyone in San Francisco knew how much he adored me. We were the envy of many, seen as the perfect couple.
But everything changed on our wedding anniversary this year when I discovered he had an affair with his
secretary.
Soon after, I received a provocative text message from his mistress.
“You shameless woman, let me tell you something. I’m Leland’s true love. If your parents hadn’t forced on him, you two would never have been together. Leave him. Stop dreaming about taking over the company!”
The next day, they had sex in the car near where I was. The home wrecker even sent me photos of their twelve positions in bed.
“See? Different outfits for every position. Leland’s strong. He wants it six times a night. My legs are weak from it.” When I saw him coming home, I held back my tears and wanted to confront him. However, Leland held the moon painting named after me and said he loved me.
I smiled faintly, then quietly arranged for immigration and bought a plane ticket, determined to leave him for good.
At the Perez’s villa, I received a call. “Kaylie, the immigration paperwork for Britain is done. I’ve mailed your new ID. It should arrive in about a month.”
I held back my tears and nodded with effort.
Til book the earliest ticket. The moment I get my documents, I’m leaving this place.”
Allen Jane, on the other end of the phone, sounded surprised but pleased. “Oh, so you’re eager to see me, huh? I’m thrilled! Mom is also excited to have you.”
I’m looking forward to it too. I love the new name, Anya. Thank you.” I felt a pang of bitterness, overwhelmed. Just as I put down my phone, a news headline popped up: “The Leslie Group CEO Leland Pearson Spares No Expense for the Painting His Wife Wants, Even Using His Own Blood as Pigment.”
Chapter 2
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