Kim_Li_0078

#DARK ROMANCE 
Lin Yueyao spent five years of her youth married to Shen Xiao, a man whose heart was as cold as steel. She believed that her gentleness would eventually melt his indifference, but the only thing that melted was her own dignity.

Every night, she endured his cruel touch, his words like blades, and his silent disgust. But no matter how much it hurt, Yueyao clung on – for the sake of their son, Xuanxuan, and for the sliver of hope that someday he might see her.

That hope shattered completely when his first love, Bai Zhi, returned from abroad. The very night Bai Zhi came back, Shen Xiao left Yueyao alone to dine with her. His gaze, once cold and dismissive, turned tender only for Bai Zhi.

Then, just as Yueyao discovered she was pregnant again, Shen Xiao handed her divorce papers. Abandoned while carrying his child, betrayed by her husband, and discarded like a stain on his life, Yueyao’s world collapsed.

Even their son, Xuanxuan – the little boy she’d nearly died giving birth to, the one she raised with unwavering devotion – rejected her, clinging instead to Bai Zhi with innocent adoration.

But fate was crueler still.

Kidnapped straight from her hospital bed by men demanding ransom, Yueyao realised no one was coming to save her. Her husband hadn’t even noticed she was missing. As she lay in that abandoned factory, trembling in pain, all illusions crumbled.

She was done waiting for love from a man who treated her like dirt.

This time, she would save herself. And when she returned, it wouldn’t be as the pitiful Mrs. Shen, but as a woman reborn from ashes – with a heart no longer beating for Shen Xiao.

But will he realise her worth only when it’s too late?

Love After Divorce: Her Second Chance

Fang Lin stood trembling in silent horror, tears streaming down her face as she pressed a shaking hand to her mouth to muffle her sobs.

Shen Xiao didn't spare her a single glance as he shifted Yueyao's slight weight in his arms.

Slowly, his obsidian eyes turned to Fang Lin, pinning her in place with a gaze so cold she felt the blood drain from her face. She gazed at him in horror and knew he clearly didn't like what she was doing!

His voice, when he spoke, was low and lethal, each word biting through the suffocating silence.

"Fang Lin," he said quietly, almost gently but with the coldness laced in his voice, "If you ever think of helping her escape again… if you whisper a hint of rebellion into her ear…"

He shifted his grip on Yueyao's limp body, adjusting her weight easily as he tilted his head slightly, his expression as calm as freshly fallen snow.

"I will make sure your entire family disappears overnight. Understood?"

Fang Lin's knees buckled as she fell to the floor, sobs breaking past her trembling fingers. "Please… please don't hurt her anymore… I'm begging you…"

He didn't respond. He simply turned away, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the shattered glass-strewn floor.

Glass crunched beneath his polished black leather shoes with every step as he carried Yueyao out of the apartment, her limp arms dangling lifelessly around his neck.

In the dimly lit corridor, two bodyguards fell into silent footsteps behind him.

The air was cool and faintly scented with sandalwood diffusers and polished marble, a stark contrast to the raw, metallic tang of blood drying on her skin.

Their footsteps echoed dully against the pristine tiles as he strode forward, her limp form cradled effortlessly in his arms.

Her hair brushed against his forearm with each step, the faint scent of faded shampoo and tears clinging to her. Behind him, Fang Lin remained kneeling amidst the shattered glass, her silent sobs swallowed by the oppressive quiet of the penthouse floor.

They reached the private elevator. Shen Xiao didn't speak as the metal doors slid open with a soft chime. The bodyguards stepped aside respectfully as he entered, Yueyao cradled against his broad chest like a broken porcelain doll.

The ride down was silent, save for the quiet hum of the elevator cables and the faint sound of her ragged, shallow breathing against his collarbone.

When they reached the underground parking lot, a black Maybach idled near the elevator lobby, its engine purring softly. The driver leaped out to open the back passenger door.

Shen Xiao slid into the car, settling Yueyao gently on his lap, her head resting against his chest as his large hand cradled her skull protectively. Her tangled hair fell across his wrist, strands damp with cold sweat.

The driver shut the door and the car pulled away smoothly, merging onto the empty dawn-lit expressway.

Shen Xiao leaned back against the plush leather seat, his obsidian eyes fixed on her pale, unconscious face.

Her lashes fluttered faintly with each shallow breath. Her cracked lips were parted slightly, and a faint smear of blood stained the corner of her mouth.

His thumb brushed it away absentmindedly, his touch oddly gentle despite the violence of moments before.

Outside, the city lights blurred past in streaks of cold gold and harsh white, their reflections dancing across the tinted windows.

Chapter 52; Good morning