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During the fifth year of my union with Silas, information surfaced about a young woman he had been secretly meeting at a hotel. This revelation became widely known. To shield her from being branded as a mistress, Silas approached me with divorce documents, explaining, "Professor Simon assisted me in the past. On his deathbed, he requested that I look after Jane. Given recent events, I can't disregard this responsibility." Throughout the years, Jane had consistently been Silas's primary concern. In my former existence, upon hearing these words, I collapsed emotionally and threw an enormous tantrum, refusing to end our marriage.

Roses, Lies, and a Debt of Gratitude

Kieran approached our wedding with utmost dedication, meticulously managing every aspect.


Throughout the day, he shuttled between his workplace and the ceremony location.


Come nightfall, he'd settle in the living area, diligently crafting invitation notes.


"Kieran, you could delegate these tasks to your helper. Your work already keeps you so occupied, there's no need for such exertion," I remarked, positioned at the staircase's base, clutching a mug and addressing Kieran in the living space.


He set his writing utensil aside, beamed at me and replied: "For you, I aim to provide nothing but excellence, Miss."


"I understand I may not occupy your thoughts, yet you reside in the core of mine."


As our gazes intersected, I momentarily lost focus, my heart fluttering in a way it hadn't for ages.


"Miss, please don't feel burdened," Kieran stated.


"Simply concentrate on being a radiant bride."


Kieran maintained his smile, his sentiments now clearly visible in his expression.


Chapter 10