Back in her room, she wrapped her arms around her body in silence, unable to stop her tears from falling again. Only in this room could she cry uncontrollably, because Joshua never came—he didn’t even look at this room.In fact, over the past three years, she could feel Joshua’s growing indifference toward her, but she stubbornly believed that as long as she stayed by his side, one day he would be as good as he had been in the beginning. But the divorce agreement that night seemed to have shattered the last line of defense.She was truly on the verge of no longer being able to hold on.Astrid sat quietly through the night until a ray of sunlight slipped into the house in the early morning. The winter sunlight was still dazzling, and Astrid realized that her breath seemed a little hot, but she couldn’t care less right now. She hurried to look at the clock—it was already 6:30. In ten minutes Joshua would get up. If she didn’t hurry to make breakfast, Joshua would get angry.She got up r

After lunch, Joshua took Marilyn to another one of his properties, another private villa.Upon arriving, Marilyn looked around and soon realized that this didn’t seem like the same place Joshua had taken her the last time. Although she had only been to his house once before, she was sure this wasn’t the same place. This was a different location.But Marilyn didn’t ask; she was confident Joshua must have his own reasons for bringing her here, and she simply trusted him because he had never let her down before.As soon as she turned on the light, the room slowly emitted a purple glow, sprinkled with tiny dots of light, as if it were a starry sky.“What is this?” Marilyn looked at Joshua, surprised. *So, he still remembered!*Five years ago, when she and Joshua first met, she casually mentioned that she liked starry skies, and Joshua had remembered that for all these years.“This is my other house. I remember you once said you liked the stars. When I first saw this room, I thought you’d

Marilyn didn’t let go of Joshua’s hand due to his words." Don’t go! Please! Just for today, stay with me. Even if you stay with her tomorrow or in the future, just for today, can you be only mine? " Marilyn choked up, why had things turned out like this? Why had he returned, and Joshua was already someone else’s?" Foolish, don’t say silly things, I’ve always belonged to you. I’ll divorce her. Tomorrow, and then we’ll get married, okay? " Joshua turned around and gently cupped Marilyn’s face, looking at her with tenderness." Really? " Marilyn asked shakily. The sudden happiness made her feel like she was in an unreal dream.Joshua gently wiped the tears from Marilyn’s face and said firmly, "Yes, wait for me."The simple words strengthened Marilyn's resolve. This time, she would never let him go. No matter who the other person was, she would never let Joshua belong to anyone else. Joshua, the man who had taken up half of her life, could only be hers.The black Maserati sped towards t

After that occasion, Astrid never brought up the topic again. It was as if that name were like a childhood story with a moral, one that no one was allowed to touch, not even Joshua himself. Later, that name was never mentioned by Joshua's family either, and Astrid assumed that maybe Marilyn was someone Joshua hated, which was why he had reacted that way.But since the day Joshua had taken the initiative to pronounce the word "Mari," it was as if something had awakened in her. This person named Marilyn could never be someone Joshua hated. If there were truly hatred, how could he pronounce her name in that situation?When the secretary told her that Joshua had gone to pick up someone named Marilyn, Astrid became even more certain that Joshua felt something for her that he couldn’t express. But as for what it was, she couldn’t be sure yet.However, she was scared—terrified, in fact.Suddenly, Joshua’s pleasant voice came to her side: "Why are you crying?" Only then did Astrid realize t

“How is your illness now? Are you feeling any better?” Michael gazed with deep concern at the beautiful woman before him. How had she fallen into such a state?Astrid offered a warm smile. “I’m fine now, Senior. The doctor said in two days I can go home to recover fully.”“That’s good,” Michael sighed in relief at the news of her recovery. “By the way, this is for you.” He lifted the bag in his hand. “It’s your favorite—the hearty beef and potatoes. I remembered how much you liked the one I made before.” At the mention of one of her favorite meals, Astrid’s eyes lit up.Then, she noticed the medium-sized thermal flask the Senior was holding... she remembered giving it to him back then. When Michael had been injured playing basketball, Astrid had given it to him. She never expected that, after all this time, he would still be using it.She took the flask, thanked him, and took a sip. It truly tasted exactly the same.“Delicious!” After days of nothing but chicken soup and plain white r