Dear Nathan

Jade Redfern never did manage to make Zephaniah Owens warm up to her even after three years. Once she saw through the truth of all the unendurable shame she experienced, she decided to give up and handed over the divorce papers. “Since you don’t love me, file for a divorce.”She did not expect that she would have another life growing in her after the divorce. When her ex-husband saw her emptying her stomach, he stormed over and trapped her in the washroom.“Whose is it?”“It’s less than a month. Don’t worry, it’s definitely not yours, Mister Owens.” Jade Redfern smiled faintly.

To Raiden Lawson, Carla Hoffman was a cunning and devious woman. She could betray everyone and everything for the sake of money. To Carla Hoffman, Raiden Lawson was a pig-headed person, and his heart was practically made of ice. He was the epitome of someone whose soul was pure evil. Their marriage caused Carla Hoffman to become Mrs Hoffman, the subject of envy for all in Grasing. But for some reason, after their marriage, a certain someone began doting on her to high heavens and tried his best to fulfill all her wishes. Then, one day, a miniature version of himself appeared behind her. Agitated, that certain someone said, “Mrs Lawson, when did you sneak off to give birth to my child?!”

At the very beginning, he had said to her, "Wanwan, I shall fill your days with joy and happiness." Later on, he had said, "Ye Wanwan, why don't you go to hell?" As she stood upon the edge of a cliff and looked down into the abyss below, a serene expression settled on her face as she whispered helplessly, "It seems that after everything we've been through, we won't be growing old together after all, my dear Qing." At the moment of her death, however, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart. To whom would his love belong henceforth?

At the very beginning, he had said to her, "Wanwan, I shall fill your days with joy and happiness." Later on, he had said, "Ye Wanwan, why don't you go to hell?" As she stood upon the edge of a cliff and looked down into the abyss below, a serene expression settled on her face as she whispered helplessly, "It seems that after everything we've been through, we won't be growing old together after all, my dear Qing." At the moment of her death, however, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart. To whom would his love belong henceforth?