"Sign the divorce paper,"

"You... want a divorce?"

"Sandra’s back. You know the drill,"

"Johann, I..."

"You don't love me. I don't love you. Our marriage is nothing but a filial duty,"

"Would it make any difference if... I say I'm pregnant?"

"That's bullshit, and you know it, Kendra. I always take precautions."

A request from a dying mother and a filial duty of a sole heir brought two innocent hearts together.

Johann Petersen had no choice but to break up with the love of his life, Sandra Fell. One cold winter night turned his life around when his grandfather demanded he married someone else, in the name of courtesy, friendship, and paying a life debt.

Kendra Summers knew from the start that Johann married her not for love, but she was hopeful that he would fall in love with her one day. Yet, on the night of their second wedding anniversary, before she could announce her pregnancy, he handed her the divorce paper.

Will their marriage end shortly and leave them broken?

Or will their child salvage the slightest chance of hope to blossom a love that is hidden?

Once Divorced, Twice Married

　　"Being a father isn't just a simple title that could be earned in a day. It's a lifetime responsibility which clearly you ran away from."


　　Aside from Sandra, Dick is one person I truly hate in my entire life. Since my mother's death, I never saw or heard his name come up on any occasion, so why now?


　　And he started our conversation with such a ridiculous remark.


　　I burst into anger, "Father? You seemed to have forgotten, you were never a father to me. So keep on dreaming, I'm hanging up!" I warned him.


　　"Hey, hey, calm down, will you? I just miss you, that's all, can we meet?" he brazenly asked.


　　Nothing comes out with everything related to him, "Don't ever call me again," I did what I said, but it was followed by a message that sounded like a threat not only to me but to my husband.


　　"Is that how you talk to your father you haven't met for a long time?" I could imagine his face while saying these words. And it boils every inch of my body.


CHAPTER 97 Father Figure