Lindsey gasped his name in ecstasy as he placed his hot tongue on her nipples and slowly sucked on them.

"Honey," he mumbled as he was overcome with pleasure. She sounded like she was parched, but there was a mysterious, inadequately kept secret that was the source of her fury.

When she returned to Lawrence's embrace, she already had a baby growing inside of her.

That was simply a night of fun rapture with some random guy who she thought was Lawrence but who turned out to be someone else.

Lindsey had no idea that it would turn out to be such a nightmare for her, so she knew that she had to do all in her power to convince Lawrence that she was still the lady of his desires.

After Lawrence had already started the divorce process with his phony, foolish wife, everything fell into place the way it should have. So, her hope of having a whole family would definitely come true as a result of this.

Lindsey took a handful of Lawrence's hair and dragged him closer to her till he was nearly unable to breathe. This action demonstrated that the she was now totally aroused.

But, Lawrence was unable to get himself into it for some unexplained reason, and his libido did not respond in any way to her touches.

A sudden image of Mira's lips came into his mind; he mumbled an obscenity to himself, and when he lay on top of Lindsey, he squeezed his eyes shut hard.

A few of seconds before, he didn't feel famished, but now, thanks to that image, his libido is racing through his veins, and it's giving him a hunger that he didn't have before.

But then he had an awakening that caused him to curse out loud, which startled the lady who was lying below him. He proceeded to flirt with her while flashing her a sexy grin and making every effort to block out the fact that he needed to think about Mira in order to get hard.

*********

Mira stood there obliviously gazing up at the starry night sky while thoroughly inhaling the chilly wind. She hoped that the temperature would be sufficient to stop her heart and render her feeling less.

Yet it was all in vain; as tears ran down her cheeks, she had the sensation that someone was trying to suffocate her because of all the words she had suppressed.

The moment Mira realized how happy Lawrence was with Lindsey, she had a sudden and overwhelming sense of failure.

Yet as soon as she saw his face, she found the strength to plead with him to remain, clinging to the possibility that Lawrence had developed some feelings for her throughout the course of their marriage. Mira felt that he owed her something.

She wanted to cling to him and beg for another opportunity, to become a better wife for him, but the loving picture of him staring at Lindsey enlightened Mira despite her absolute desperation.

Even though it was after two in the morning, she was still up and praying in silence for Lawrence to come crashing through the door and plead for her forgiveness. So who exactly was she trying to fool?

Mira gave out a wry chuckle as she travelled on the bed, which was the only witness to their connection, even if it was just motivated by passion for him. Tears were still pouring freely from her eyes as she made her way across the bed.

Mira had to blink her eyes many times in order to get used to the dazzling brightness that came on so suddenly in the morning.

She checked her social media account out of routine, and when she saw a specific message that rubbed salt in her wounds, she cursed the decision she had made to check her account in the first place.

It was a photo of Lawrence giving Lindsey a kiss on the cheek and with the words "Together again with my man. I love you." written next to it.

Mira laughed in agony and then went to her closet, having come to the conclusion that there was no longer any need for her to continue residing in this home for even one more minute

She swallowed her pride and maintained her dignity for three years in order to express her love for Lawrence; to show that from the very beginning, she had no intention of benefiting from their money, and to demonstrate that the feelings she had for him were genuine.

Mira was never hoping that Lawrence would immediately return the love that she was showing to him, but she felt that the way he treated her was completely barbaric.

Throughout those three years, she was unable to discern even a shred, much less an entire vestige, of the timid and kind Lawrence that she cherished the most. What was it that she was anticipating?

The Lawrence that she had known was long gone, and she had finally come to terms with the fact that she was never going to be the woman who could fulfill all of his needs, desires, and love for him.

Mira was just a temporary wife for him to get his inheritance; she is an accessible hole for him to fill in order to fulfill his need. She is neither more nor less than that.

“I hope, you’d be happy now Lawrence. I am giving you the thing you’ve always wanted.”

Mira walked away from the meaningful home for the last time, dragging a luggage behind her with a sorrowful heart. As she did so, she felt the pangs of melancholy around her.

This home was proof that she had the opportunity to be together with the love of her life for three years, despite the fact that she largely had negative memories associated with it.

She had the opportunity to serve Lawrence out of love, to cook for him, to be beside him while he slept, to steal kisses while he was sleeping, and to make love with him even if, for him, it was just earthly urges.

Mira had the opportunity to serve Lawrence out of love, to cook for him, to be beside him while he slept, to steal kisses while he was sleeping.

“Okay, so I think, this is it.” Mira let out a heavy sigh and shook her head as she determined to carry just the few beautiful memories she had of him.

Even though she had nowhere to go at the moment, there was still one location that would take her in regardless of the circumstances; here was the place where her heart had always belonged.

“Goodbye Lawrence. I wish you happiness, my love.” That was the last thing she uttered before she finally turned her back and started to walk away, hoping that life and good destiny would side to her now, and to the path she’d take in the future.

Mira moved some of the overgrown branches of a tree that had been obstructing the entrance of the one and only house that made her feel like she was genuinely at home.

It had been a few years since she had been there, and at this point, there was no one remaining to keep it maintained. As a result, the surrounding area seemed to be a little rainforest that was struggling to stay alive.

Mira was forced to gasp for breath and cough up when she eventually made it to the entrance of the house, where she was welcomed by a whirlwind of dirt.

"Oh my goodness, it seems like there will be a significant amount of cleaning that has to be done. Dad, please help me," Mira yelled out while laughing.

She ran her hands along the wooden wall, and as she did so, she could feel the fragility of the wood giving way under her fingertips, which was an indication that this home was already very near to giving up.

She frowned, but there was nothing more she could do; she had nowhere to go at this point.

She cleaned up the whole mess in her room by sweeping, wiping, and organizing it before she was distracted by anything else.

She made her way over there carefully and turned to face the mirror. Her face lit up with a grin that was tinged with sadness as she thought back to the days when she and her father were still together, living with happiness and contentment.

"Dad, you are yanking my hair so much. Oh, my scalp felt like being peeled off, Dad." Young Mira groaned because she was in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm sorry, but I have no idea how to make the braids that you saw done on your friend's or classmate's hair. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Arnolfo, her father, expressed remorse and began to gently kiss the top of her head.

Mira furrowed her brow because, for some reason, she felt sorry for her father, who had been acting in the dual role of being her mother and father since the day she was born.

Even though he was never very good at any of the girlie things that she requested her father to do for her, such as helping her pick what to wear to school or combing her hair, he was always happy to do his best, even if the results were almost always disastrous.

"Well wait, here, I have a beautiful idea," her father said in a hurry. "Oh wait, here."

As he came back, he was carrying a sunflower that had reached its full bloom, and each of its golden petals was gleaming more brightly than the last.

After that, he undid the unkempt braid that he had constructed and then carefully combed her long, silky, black hair.

And then, he adoringly placed the gorgeous sunflower behind her left ear, and his eyes filled with tears of joy. Her father beckoned for her to turn toward the mirror as his eyes welled up with tears.

"Dear, I know that your mother would be overjoyed to see you right now. If only she were here, she would undoubtedly do the tasks more effectively than I would.” Mira got to her feet and wrapped her arms around her father as she battled the need to cry.

"Dad, you are succeeding where others have failed. She stated it with all sincerity, "Mom must be very proud of you. You are the best father ever Dad! I love you so much!"

Mira smiled as she brushed away the tears that had just slipped her eyes. Since she was completely by herself, the void in her life just became deeper.

She had a tremendous void in her heart for her father, and she felt that ache on a daily basis. She set aside her sadness for the meantime and started with the task

She began by cleaning her own room, and then moved on to the living room, the room next to it, and finally the balcony after that.

When she was done, she walked into the kitchen to clean up since the sky was becoming darker and she needed to prepare her dinner soon.

Mira cleaned mostly the entirety of the house, and already cooked her dinner. After which, she went into the dining room to eat.

Another pleasant recollection surfaced in her thoughts as she saw the dust that completely coated the little pot.

“Could you teach me how to cook porridge, Dad?" Little Mira pleaded with her father.

"Why, sweetheart," He acted said and continued, "Are you sick with my cooking now?"

"No, Dad, it's not like that at all. I wanted to cook and take some for Sir Lawrence. You said he was sick, right? I want to prepare food for him so that he would feel better as quickly as possible."

Her father observed her with suspicion as he stared at her. After then, the crease that had been present between his brows transformed into a sneer of mockery, which was then followed by a hearty laugh.

Laughing, he questioned her, "Do you have a crush on the young master, sweetie?" he asked her.

"W-What? D-Dad, n-no. That's not the thing. I only want to return Sir Lawrence's generosity, particularly the necklace that he gifted to me. It's impossible for someone like him to have feelings for me, right?" She stated it with complete sadness.

The expression on her father's face changed abruptly, and he knelt down to look her in the eye.

"Mirabel, I am aware that you are not old enough to comprehend anything as difficult as love. Please do not worry about it. Yet, this isn't something that can be explained by looking at the environment around us, such as how much money we have or don't have. True love doesn't depend on appearances; rather, it is founded on how a person really feels on the inside, and this feeling is unshakeable. Thus, just keep being the kind of person that everyone appreciates, and everyone who loves you will love you back."

*******

After learning that Lawrence had already served Mira with divorce papers, Lawrence's awful mother celebrated the happy event by hosting a massive feast for family and friends.

Both the Wilson and the Campbell family line were present there, along with all of their business partners and investors.

"I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for coming to celebrate with us today. Although even if my husband, my sweet Henry, is not here with us at the moment, I am certain that he is participating in our joyous celebration enthusiastically from a place in paradise," Deborah dabbed her eyes with a tissue even though she wasn't crying at the time.

"But, it is clear that my husband is watching over us at all times, since my son, Lawrence, will soon be able to spend the rest of his life with the woman he has loved his whole life." She then signalled for Lindsey, who was still in disbelief at what she had just heard, to come to the stage with her.

"You did not misunderstand what was said. Soon, Wilson's and Campbell's will finally get married, marking the moment when the two largest organizations will finally become one through the power of love."

The environment was filled with compliments and praises as Lindsey sobbed her joy into Lawrence's arms as everyone else celebrated and clapped.

After that, everyone congratulated them, began making arrangements for their wedding, and some people even promised them lavish wedding presents.

On one hand, it was a happy occasion for them to celebrate, but on the other hand, Mira was alone herself, crying herself to sleep while firmly clutching her pillows and dreaming that Lawrence was there with her.

******

"Lawrence, my dearest, both Lindsey and I will be very busy the whole week because we have appointments scheduled with a number of renowned fashion designers to discuss Lindsey's wedding attire. Handle the situations that are necessary." Deborah gave him a deep and serious glance in response to his statement.

Lawrence gave a respectful nod and then kissed each of the women goodbyes. He performed what was required of him without any additional delay. He needs to do it now, or else, things would never go as planned.

******

As Mira's phone suddenly began to ring, she became immediately anxious. Since it had been so many days since it had made a sound, she was taken aback by the fact that it did so now.

The moment she saw the name on the screen, her anxiety level shot through the roof.

She murmured, "Yes, hello?" in response.

"Let's meet, now. There is something I want to talk to you about," Lawrence remarked in a chilly tone.

"W-What e-exactly does it p-pertain to?" Mira's anxiousness caused her to stammer.

"After you get here, you'll understand what I need to discuss." After giving an agitated reply, he cut the phone off before continuing.

Mira let out a dejected sigh. She thought for a second that he was going to inquire about her location, her well-being, and how she was doing at that very moment.

She chuckled to hide the anguish, as if Lawrence's cold and aloof behavior toward her was something that had never happened before.

Since she was being completely honest, she did not want to go, but the opportunity to sort things out following the unexpected break in their relationship was tempting her.

This was especially true considering that she would have the chance to look at his face and to be with him once more, even if only for a couple of minutes.

In addition to this, she did not quite give up the hope that by having the appropriate talk, the hitches in their marriage might be eased out.

Maybe there was still a possibility for him to back out of his decision; perhaps there was still a chance to convince him to stay with her, in their marriage.

Mira let out a wry smile, sighed heavily as she stood up to get ready and thought, “Whom I was fooling again this time? Myself?”

Mira felt as like her uncertainties were slowly engulfing her, but her eagerness to talk to Lawrence overcame all of her restriction, and as a result, she traveled back to the home that she had previously thought she would never see again.

As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted with tranquility and quietude.

Even after being gone for close to two weeks, she was still nostalgic for every room in this house.

She was certain that the guy would be waiting for her on their terrace, which was Lawrence's favorite spot in the house.

Verifiably, she saw him drinking coffee and reading a book at the location in dispute.

As Mira gasped to get his attention, Lawrence turned around and faced her while looking at her with a blank expression on his face.

"What exactly do we have to do or talk about?"

"Have you already put your signature on the documents? Have you brought it with you to this place?" Right away, Lawrence inquired, cruelly cutting Mira off in the middle of her thought.

The words she wanted to say left out of Mira's mouth, and with them went all of her hopes and dreams for the future of their relationship.

Everything came crashing down all at once, and the shattered, jagged fragments came to puncture her, which caused her heart, which was already bleeding, to break into an uncontrollable sob.

Lawrence stepped up and gave her an elegant envelope with platinum embellishments before she could even take a second to recover her emotions before responding.

Even though she chose not to open it, she was well aware of what was contained inside it. Yet the revolting words continued to draw her attention, driving the knife farther into her heart.

"We would be honored to have you participate in the wedding of the decade," the invitation said.

Lindsey Campbell's name was the one that was imprinted next to Lawrence's, so Mira can't say that it was a fortunate chance.

They were surrounded by silence, and the only sounds she could hear were the shallow, labored breaths she was taking and the pounding of her heavy, pained heart.

"How is it possible for you to be so insensitive?" Mira's internal anguish and rage reached a point where she could no longer be contained.

She questioned in a voice that was shaking from the intensity of her feelings, "Is indeed the three years of misery in your hands not enough?"

Lawrence's eyes dilated in surprise, and a gap appeared between his lips as he expressed his astonishment.

“Really, huh? Why?"

"Just why? L-Lawrence, why are you engaged in each of these actions? Kindly explain the reason to me! Answer me Lawrence, why?" Mira had reached her breaking point at this moment, and she sobbed in front of him.

"Throughout the last three years, I gave up all I had for you because I cared about you so much. I have given you my love, my whole being, and every part of my body. So, why are you treating me like this, Lawrence?" Mira yelled at him and smashed her hand down on his chest.

Lawrence took her hands in his and gazed at her with a blank expression on his face. He gave her a little shove to get some space between them.

"Ms. Mirabel Saunders, I never once requested that you hand all of them over to me. I had already told you from the beginning that there was nothing you could do to make me love you more, and I adhered to my word. Now is the time to pack up all of your belongings since Lindsey will be moving in with me. After that, kindly expedite the delivery of the divorce papers to me." The statement was made by Lawrence without any trace of empathy.

Mira let out a wounded chuckle. How naïve could she be to believe that if they only had the proper chat, they might save a marriage that existed only on paper.

Lawrence was correct, and he had certainly made it quite plain from the very beginning that she was only a requirement that had to be fulfilled in order for him to get his fortune. As she had done the gravest sin possible by falling in love with him, she was solely to blame for her current state of wretchedness and she knew it.

"Well, it doesn't matter whether you toss away the last of the things I had since everything were bought by your money anyway." Mira spoke the statement in a mute tone without glancing at him.

Mira eventually turned around, but as soon as she took a step away from the home, she felt a searing agony in her stomach, as if her internal organs had been twisted.

She lowered herself to the ground and knelt there with her hands on her tummy, holding it as fiercely as she could as she felt her awareness slipping away from her.

But before she could do so, a figure she was acquainted with came sprinting towards her, his brown eyes, which have a hypnotic quality, looked at her with a great deal of concern.

The eyes of the guy whom she had sworn to love for the rest of her life, even in the event that he never loved her back for one second.

"L-Lawrence..."

*******

As Lawrence saw Mira fall to the ground, he felt a sudden jolt of pain in his chest, and his heart began to pound rapidly.

He had temporarily blocked out all of the hatred he felt for Mira, especially the incident in which she had taken the affection of his father that should have been reserved exclusively for him as the only legal child.

Throughout this whole period, he had the impression that Mira's body was nothing but dirt that she used to attract men and win them over, even his own father.

This was what he was led to think by his mother, and her comments completely clouded his judgment. But now as he was looking at her, he saw that her skin was dreadfully pale, and her collar bone was bulging in an unexpected way. This caused him to lose all of his thoughts.

This was the first time that he stared at her closely, staring at her without any greedy aim such as feeding his need, and he felt the uneasy sensation steadily increasing inside him. This was the first time that he gazed at her intently.

After putting the lady on his lap, he promptly phoned the number for the ambulance while his hands were trembling.

The ambulance came in a short amount of time, and the attending medical staff promptly placed her into the vehicle before evaluating her condition. While he kept his eyes on the fleeing ambulance, he could feel icy droplets of sweat gathering on his forehead.

He intended to go with her, but he was unable to proceed upon imagining Lindsey, his fiancée, showing a disappointment look in front of him.

Throughout the span of only one hour, his one and only love appeared before him, beaming with happiness. Lindsey extended an invitation to him for dinner, and when he accepted, a fleeting concern for Mira's well-being started to fade from his thoughts.

Following that, they went to Lindsey's house, and with every thrust he performed inside of her, the thought of Mira entirely disappeared. This continued until they were alone in Lindsey's apartment.

“Forget about that woman Lawrence,” he scolded himself silently while banging Lindsey harshly on his bed.