Abigail Bernstein was a quiet and obedient girl who seldom say NO to her father’s decisions. Even when it’s about her marriage.
To save their family’s company out of bankruptcy, her father arranged her to marry Diarmuid Althoff, the grandson of a billionaire. But on their wedding day, the groom did not appear. Abigail was disappointed but could do nothing about it.
Alone and boring on wedding night, Abigail accepted to replace her colleague’s shift. At her workplace, the hospital, she saved a wounded man being hunted down by gangsters, and made out with this stranger to blow off steam.
The stranger, however, turned out to be her husband that did not show up at the altar.
The courier could feel the chilling presence Diarmuid was projecting, and gingerly replied, “Are you Ms. Bernstein? I’m from City Express, and I will need your signature for your parcel.” “Who’s the parcel from?” Abigail asked. “A Mr. Gooding, ma’am,” he replied. Abigail promptly turned toward Diarmuid, and noticed his jaw clenching-she was just looking…
The doctor did not answer immediately, and instead asked, “Is your family with you?” Samantha, who had been standing at a corner, promptly replied, “I’m his wife.” Like any other human being, Samantha yearned dearly for the one thing she lacked. While she was just a mistress, she certainly would never miss a chance to…
Diarmuid said nothing and quietly picked her up, and she bit her lip, her hands dangling aimlessly. “Why are you doing this? You know I hate you.” Diarmuid carried her into her bedroom and put her in bed, but never pulled away. Instead, he stayed just inches away from her, his back arched as he…
She would look for help on her own, and certainly did not want to bother him. “You don’t have to hold back,” Diarmuid said. “If you need help, you just need to ask.” Abigail looked at him then, emotional stirring within her gaze. Any woman would fall for him when he was being so kind.…
Then, after hesitating for a while, she tried to gauge Sheryl’s reaction. [I heard Dad is very sick.] Sheryl replied, but it wook a while. (Just let him die already.] Abigail was left staring at the screen, wondering how honest Sheryl was. Was it just out of spite, or was she really keen on Lionel…
Abigail looked up at him, and replied, “Yes.” “Well, I’ve never done much for you,” Lionel said, “so let this be one of them while I’m still alive.” There was so much misery in his words. “You’ll get better,” Abigail said then. “Just follow what the doctor has ordered.” Still, both of them knew that…
But why was she being tense? She wanted a divorce, did she not? Still, she found herself heinous when she considered how nice Diarmuid had been lately. However, she soop perished the thought, hating herself to even think it. This was not right. How could she fall in love with the man who had indirectly…
“That’s my question!” he snarled with a coldness that reverberated from his throat. “You had your father beg for a divorce! Could you stoop any lower?!” Abigail did a double take-Lionel had actually begged Henry just to help her get a divorce? She felt a stuffy sensation over her chest, and suddenly could not breathe.…
“Did you come looking for me?” he asked her then, looking fixedly at her as if afraid to miss a sliver of her reaction. Abigail, however, feigned nonchalance and flashed an impeccable smile. “No, I didn’t. I was just passing by, and I have something else to do. I’ll be leaving now.” With that, she…
Stan was left behind, feeling that Diarmuid was already giving up on a good plan halfway! After all, it might not be enough for Abigail to see them together once As he turned around and headed inside the building, he found Kathy waiting “Did I make a mistake?” she asked softly. “Is Mr Althoff upset?”…