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Landon and I were kidnapped during our trial marriage trip.
The kidnappers forced me to reveal Landon's whereabouts, but to protect him, I kept my lips sealed tight, enduring 100 hours of abuse and humiliation.
Landon mobilized all his family's resources to finally find me, broken and shattered.
He went berserk seeking revenge on the kidnappers, swearing to throw them in prison. The kidnappers fell to their knees, crying and begging for mercy:
"Mr. Channing, we were only following Miss Luna's orders. Surely you won't send her to prison too?"
I watched Landon's hesitant expression as the wounds on my body throbbed with excruciating pain.
Luna was Landon's first love, his pure love, who had vanished five years ago.
In that moment, I knew it was truly over between Landon and me.
After waking up in the hospital, I canceled our marriage registration.

The Fading Of Love On the Road

Until that day when the realtor informed me someone had paid in full, demanding an immediate transfer of ownership.


Although I had my doubts, the idea of a full cash payment meant I wouldn't suffer any losses.


So I grabbed the deed and rushed to the realtor's office.


Upon arrival, I discovered that the person who had snatched up my house was Asher.


Asher sat on the couch, legs crossed, exuding an air of lazy sophistication.


I furrowed my brow and sat down across from him:


Asher raised an eyebrow and nodded, pushing a coffee towards me:


"I ordered your favorite, a cappuccino."


I looked at the coffee in front of me, shook my head and pushed it back:


"Asher, I stopped liking cappuccinos a long time ago."


"Let's go, I'll come with you to handle the transfer."


Asher sat there, slow to react, only asking blankly why I didn't like cappuccinos anymore.


I ignored him and took Asher to process the property transfer.


Chapter 8