Chapter 2

The next moment, a worn and tattered black lace thong fell out.

In an instant, panic flooded Donavan's eyes. He quickly grabbed my hand and explained:

"Seraphina, don't misunderstand, I didn't... It must have been left by the staff at the dealership. I'll return the car right now and make sure their business goes under. It really has nothing to do with me."

I watched him kick the underwear away with his foot, feeling somewhat cynical.

Wasn't he quite fond of it when he tore it off Britta earlier?

Why put on such a disgusted act now?

After a while, I smiled faintly and said:

"Forget it. It's not easy for them to run a business. Maybe it wasn't intentional. Don't give them a hard time."

Hearing me say this, Donavan breathed a sigh of relief.

"My darling is always so kind. I'll have someone wash the car right away. We'll make sure it's spotless, so it won't offend my darling's eyes again."

After dinner, Donavan washed my feet and gave me a massage, just like he had done every day in the past.

The accident years ago had severely depleted my vitality, leaving my hands and feet constantly cold.

No matter how busy or tired Donavan was, he insisted on soaking my feet in Chinese herbal medicine every day.I hear that combining massage can double the benefits, so he specifically went to study traditional Chinese medicine for a month.

Looking at Donavan being so gentle and thoughtful, I softly said:

"Donavan, if one day you want to have children, please tell me. I will leave on my own. But please don't lie to me, okay?"

His whole body stiffened. Ignoring the water on his hands, he held me tightly in his arms.

"Seraphina, why would you say that? You know I had a vasectomy. Blossom will be my only child in this life, and you are my only wife."

"Are you still suspicious about that pair of underwear? It really has nothing to do with me. I would never betray you even if it killed me. Please, you have to believe me."

Only Blossom?

Then what about the baby in Britta's belly?

Feeling the trembling and fear in his voice, I knew that Donavan truly loved me.

We've been in love for ten years. He knows I hate deception more than anything, yet he still chose to lie and refuses to let me go.

But if he loves me so much, why did he betray me?

I patted his back and comforted him:

"Okay, I believe you."

Late at night, after Donavan fell asleep, I went to the bathroom. Masochistically, I scrolled through the photos and videos Britta had sent me, letting the tears fall freely.

The day my child died, half of me died too.

But because of Donavan's love, I always believed he was my other half.

With each viewing of the evidence of his infidelity, it felt like another piece of me died.

Now, I was finally completely dead inside.

I called the Gevano Family, the wealthiest in Harbor City:

"I heard the late Mr. Gevano needs a bride... I'm willing to marry!"

"Miss Frost, as far as we know, Donavan has always loved you deeply. Are you sure about this? Once you enter the Gevano Family, there's no turning back."

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, tears fell first.

Yes, Donavan had always loved me, passionately and openly. His love was so renowned that even in a place as far as Harbor City, people had heard of it.

Not to mention the entire New York City, which had witnessed our passionate love story.

At eighteen, Donavan met me working as a part-time bartender in a club and fell head over heels at first sight. To win my contact information, he downed 99 shots of hard liquor in one night. Just before being carried into the hospital, he still managed to wave his phone at me with a smile:

"Just wait, Seraphina. You're destined to be my wife. I'm going to spoil you for a lifetime."

No one took his words seriously. Everyone, including myself, thought Donavan was just caught up in a fleeting fancy that would fade in a few days.

After all, he was the young master of the Shaw Group, a powerful figure in New York City with immense wealth.

While I was nothing but a stray dog - my mother dead, kicked out by my father and stepmother, barely getting by through work-study programs.