Chapter 1: Heaven One Moment, Hell the Next
As the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom, the smells in the bedroom still lingered.
Alva Gellar looked at the tall shadowy figure beyond the frosted glass, then picked up the nightgown on the floor and put it on. She opened a window to disperse the smell, then changed the sheets and bedding. Afterward, she cleaned up the used condoms on the floor.
When she leaned down, her waist felt sore and she couldn’t feel her legs.
He was thrusting so hard that after a while, she just couldn’t take it.
He seemed to be a little off tonight, but she didn’t know if it had anything to do with the company.
He never talked to her about work, and she didn’t like to ask.
Uriah came out in his bathrobe.
Alva spoke gently, “I’ve made the bed. Go to sleep.”
Uriah Irwin was a bigshot not only in Virginia, but also throughout the whole country. His company, the Heyday Group, was a nationally renowned investment firm. If he stamped his foot in Virginia, the aftershocks could be felt around the nation.
On the other hand, Alva was an ordinary civilian. Just how much good karma did she have to rack up in her previous life in order to marry him?
She couldn’t help him at work, so she attended to matters in his private life. That way, he wouldn’t need to worry about anything as soon as he was home.
Uriah wandered over, opened a drawer, and handed her a document, “Sign it.”
Alva took it, but she was a little confused, “What is this?”
He never gave her papers like that.
Uriah doesn’t answer her. Instead, he lit a cigarette and smoked it on the couch.
Alva opened the document and the large words “divorce agreement” popped out at her in large bold letters. The blood drained from her face instantly.
A divorce…
He wanted a divorce…
The papers fell to the floor and Alva stared at Uriah, her voice trembling uncontrollably, “You want… a divorce?”
One moment, that person was being intimate with her, thrusting in and out of her body. Then, he was giving her divorce papers. She couldn’t believe it. This had to be a nightmare.
“Yeah.”
Uriah exhaled a smoke ring. White smoke blurred his handsome features. She couldn’t see through to him.
“Why?”
She knew she didn’t deserve him, but over the course of the past year, he had been good to her and doted on her.
She had never felt so happy.
She was in love with him, very much in love.
Uriah’s brow furrowed. He seemed to be unhappy with the question.
But he still replied, “I’m in love with someone else.”
Alva stepped back and fell against the headboard.
A year ago, he was the high and mighty President Irwin, and she was an intern still struggling to make ends meet.
He found her and said that he wanted to get married. When she asked him why, he answered that she was sensible.
He needed a woman who knew what she was doing.
She agreed.
The life that followed was like something out of a dream. He took her to meet his family. Even though his family didn’t like her, he still put every effort into marrying her. He gave her a grand wedding and showed the whole country that he, Uriah, married a woman who didn’t come from an exalted lineage. He came back every day, no matter how busy he was. He would take her out sometimes, and they would go shopping. He would solve all the issues plaguing her mother’s family. He was a good husband and made her feel the warmth of a home, the passion of a lover.
And now, he said that he was in love with someone else.
Alva couldn’t believe it.
But when she stared into those eyes as deep as the abyss, she knew that it was useless to say anything.
She dug her fingernails into the edge of the bedside table until they chipped, but she could not feel even the slightest hint of pain.
Instead, she simply nodded and replied, “Alright.”
