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Chapter 1 You're Nothing Without Me! Kiara Woodburn had been in the hospital for a whole week. On the day she was discharged, she overheard nurses talking at their station. They said she came in alone for a pregnancy termination, and not a single family member had visited her. How pitiful. Some even whispered she must have been someone's lover, exposed by the real wife. Kiara was probably forced to end the pregnancy and take some hush money. ... Kiara's fingers curled tightly as she looked down at her stomach. The doctor said she had healed well. But why did she still feel that tearing pain inside, like her flesh was being ripped away? She slipped on sunglasses to hide the exhaustion in her eyes and walked out of the hospital. Back at Crestfell, Kiara went straight to the bedroom on the second floor. The room looked exactly the same as when she'd left, which meant Ned hadn't come home at all. But she no longer had the strength to care where he was or whose bed he had been sleeping in. She was exhausted. After taking a few melatonin tablets, she finally drifted into a quiet sleep. Again, she dreamed of that day a week ago. The gush of blood flooding beneath her, the call that never picked up, no matter how many times she dialed. "Baby!" Kiara jolted awake from the nightmare. She opened her eyes and saw the familiar room. She lay still for a long time, staring at the ceiling. That deep pain—starting from her stomach, piercing through her heart, and spreading to every corner of her body—felt like it would never leave her. A knock came at the door. Before Kiara could answer, the door swung open. "Mr. Olson called. He'll be home tonight. Mrs. Olson, you should get up and prepare dinner." Kiara blinked away the tears in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse. "I'm not feeling well. Just have the staff handle it." She turned her back to the door. But the housekeeper wouldn't let it go. Bridget Cook walked right to her bedside instead. "That won't do! Ms. Carina loves your cooking. Mr. Olson is rarely home. Since he's coming back tonight, you should seize the chance to win both their hearts!" As she spoke, Bridget reached out to pull Kiara up. Kiara frowned and pushed her away. "I said I'm not feeling well." She pointed to the door. "Get out." Bridget was surprised by the sudden anger. She pulled her hand back and muttered, "Why take it out on me? Once he comes home, you'll still be the first to run to him." She didn't say it quietly. Kiara heard every word. And it was true. Even the staff knew that every time Ned came home, she would rush around fixing everything—meals, clothes, whatever he needed—just hoping he'd look at her. But that man had never truly cared. Their marriage wasn't built on love. The family needed a suitable lady of the household. Ned needed a beautiful wife. And Carina needed a mother to take care of her. That was all Kiara was to him. Kiara curled into a ball, holding her empty belly as tightly as she could. Today, she didn't want to be strong or pretend nothing happened. She just wanted to be a mother who had lost her child. The sleeping pills slowly took over. She drifted back into a deep sleep. When she woke up, there were soft rustling sounds around her. A moment later, Ned climbed onto the bed. His kisses were hot and forceful. With just a few quick moves, he removed her bathrobe. He always did things this way. Never caring about how she felt. "No, don't touch me!" Kiara pushed weakly against his chest. But Ned, still in the mood, thought she was playing hard to get with him. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, kissing her tender lips again. Her posture was embarrassing. She turned her face away, avoiding his kiss. Ned's eyes flashed with annoyance. When he realized she truly didn't want this, he lost interest. He wasn't the kind of man who would force a woman. He got off the bed, pulled on his robe, and loosely tied it at the waist. Then, Ned sat on the couch by the window. He lit a cigarette. Kiara's clothes were a mess. She sat up, fixing them with shaky hands. Then she looked at him and said quietly, "Ned, let's get a divorce." He slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. That handsome, almost untouchable face turned cold. "Divorce?" He gave a short laugh, like he'd heard a joke. "What else do you think you can be without the title of Mrs. Olson?" His distant eyes scanned her from head to toe. He tapped his finger, and ashes fell onto the soft carpet. "All I did was take our daughter on a vacation overseas. Why are you acting out? The housekeeper said you've been gone for a week and only came back today. What is this? You trying to threaten me by running away?" Kiara gave a bitter smile in her heart. Vacation with his daughter? Did he really need to bring his secretary along too? In the past, Kiara would have pulled up that woman's Instagram and forced Ned to explain himself. But now, there was no need. "I was in the hospital this week," Kiara said quietly. "I wasn't feeling well." Kiara was about to tell Ned she had lost the baby when the bedroom door suddenly opened. "You're awake? I want to eat the cookies you bake!" A little girl in a pink nightgown ran in barefoot. Kiara bent down and looked at her gently. "Carina, I need to talk to your dad about something important. How about we make cookies tomorrow?" "No way! I want them now!" Carina had always been spoiled. She never took no for an answer. Kiara was about to coax her again when Ned spoke. "Talk to me tomorrow. She's been asking for cookies since we were on the road. Go bake with her." Before, Kiara would have gone downstairs right away to make cookies with Carina. But she had just gone through surgery. Her body was still weak, and she had no strength to take care of a five-year-old. "I'm not feeling well. And I want to talk to you about our baby." Ned's expression instantly changed. He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, looking at Kiara with eyes as flat and cold, yet full of hidden pressure. "I already told you I'm not having more kids. Just take good care of Carina. Stop dreaming about anything else!" He pulled a card from his wallet and tossed it onto the table. "Take this. And stop making a scene." Then Ned walked out of the bedroom. Carina, sharp and observant since she was young, stepped back and put some distance between them. "You made Dad upset again. Let's see what you do this time." Her eyes narrowed. That cold and arrogant expression was the exact copy of her father's. She made a face at Kiara, then skipped out of the room. Silence finally filled the bedroom. Cold wind seeped through the window. The luxurious bedroom felt like an icy cell with no warmth. Kiara glanced outside. In the pitch-black night, only a few distant lights flickered in the distance. She reached into her bag and pulled out an invitation. Wurora was holding a large auction soon, and they wanted her to be the auctioneer. Kiara hadn't agreed yet, because it was a big event. Ned would definitely be there. He didn't allow her to work. In the past, she had put Ned at the center of her world. Kiara had given up her career, the one thing she was proud of, to become his wife. Now, she remembered what he said earlier. Without the title Mrs. Olson, she was nothing. If that's the case, then she didn't want that title anymore. Chapter 2 Time to Go Kiara had just undergone surgery. She should have been resting, staying warm, and recovering. Instead, she spent the whole night out in the cold. Before long, she came down with a fever. Half-asleep, she drifted in and out of consciousness until a sudden knock on the door woke her. Kiara forced her eyes open. Her head felt heavy, foggy, and painful. She glanced at the other side of the bed. Neatly made. Ned hadn't come home last night. Again. But now, she no longer cared. The next second, the bedroom door swung open. "This is Dad's room." Carina walked in with Hannah Kirk. Neither of them thought there was anything wrong with barging in. "What are you doing in my room?" Just speaking felt like swallowing razor blades. Her voice was hoarse and rough. Hannah spoke first. "Mrs. Olson, the boss sent me here to pick up the clothes he needs to wear today." Her words seemed polite, but her face held no respect at all. Kiara met her provocative gaze calmly. "His clothes are in the walk-in closet." Hannah was surprised. Normally, Kiara would have followed with questions—Where did Ned go last night? Why is Hannah here? Why does she need to go into Ned's walk-in closet? And she definitely wouldn't allow Hannah to enter that closet so freely. But today, Kiara didn't seem to care. That suited Hannah just fine. The chance to handle Ned's personal clothing felt sweet and intimate to her. She walked straight into the walk-in closet. Before long, soft rustling sounds came from inside. Kiara chose to ignore her. She didn't even look at Carina. Kiara simply got out of bed and walked to the bar counter to get some medicine. Carina, who was always treated gently by Kiara, felt confused. Kiara had never ignored her like this before. The little girl followed and reached to grab Kiara's arm. At that moment, Kiara was holding a glass of hot water, and she was ready to take her medicine. The sudden pull startled her, and the hot water spilled all over her arm. The pale skin turned red in an instant. Carina's hand was slightly burned too. The little girl let out a sharp cry. "Ow!" Tears burst out. Hannah rushed out when she heard the noise. "What's going on?" Kiara had already found the burn cream and was about to apply it on the girl. "Carina, it's okay. It's just a small burn. Once we put on the cream, it won't hurt anymore." Before she could touch the girl, Hannah rushed over. She pulled Carina into her arms and glared at Kiara like she was a monster. "She's crying like this, and you claiming it's fine? I know what you're doing! You burned her on purpose! You want to use the accident as an excuse and make the boss rush home. Kiara, you are truly awful!" Kiara froze. The hand holding the cream stopped midair. Bright red blisters had already risen on her arm—sharp pain spreading across her skin. She looked at Carina, hoping the little girl would say something to defend her. They had lived together for five years. Surely, she would speak up? But Carina simply met her eyes and hid further in Hannah's arms. It didn't just sting. It hurt. After all, she had raised this child for five years. Kiara lowered her eyes and quietly set the burn cream on the table. "If you think I'm awful, then take her away." She turned around. The pain in her arm was nothing compared to the aching in her chest. Hannah shouted after her, "I'll tell Mr. Olson everything! Let him see your true face!" Kiara didn't even pause her steps. She only replied flatly, "Suit yourself." Carina, still hiding in Hannah's arms, watched Kiara walk away. Something twisted inside her. She hadn't stayed quiet on purpose. She simply mad that Kiara didn't bake cookies with her last night. Carina looked at her hand again. The redness didn't hurt anymore. But she remembered Kiara's arm had blisters. A lot of them. That must hurt a lot. Hannah lifted Carina into her arms. "How about I take you to Daddy's office?" Children's moods come quickly and fade just as fast. At the mention of Dad, Carina's eyes lit up. She quickly forgot everything else. When Kiara walked out of the closet, the room was empty. The pain in her arm seemed to remind her that there was truly nothing left here worth holding onto. Her gaze fell on the diamond ring on her ring finger. The huge stone sparkled in the sunlight, cold and distant. She slowly slid it off. A red imprint circled her finger, like an ugly scar. Yes. She was done. It was time to get a divorce. This wasn't an impulsive decision. Kiara had been thinking about divorce for almost a year. What truly pushed her to make up her mind was that night. When she was lying in a pool of blood, on the edge of life and death, and the phone call she made couldn't get through. As she lay there, listening to the cold automated voice on the other end. The past five years of her marriage flashed through her mind like a movie reel. The baby leaving might even be a kind of mercy. Why bring an innocent life into such a cold marriage? Kiara looked around the bedroom. There was almost nothing in this room that belonged to her. Even the décor was left behind by Ned's first wife. When a woman finally stops clinging to false hope, everything becomes so clear. Ned had never seen her as someone he wanted to walk through life with. She had been the only one acting in this one-man show, and she was done. Kiara opened the drawer of the vanity and found her auctioneer license and all the awards she had once won. She used to display them proudly in the best spot in the house. But after marrying Ned, all those achievements were pushed into a drawer, gathering dust in the corner. Luckily, she had been renewing her license every year, so everything was still valid. She carefully wiped every medal and certificate, wrapped them up, and packed them into her suitcase. Kiara only took those and the bank card Ned threw at her last night. After all, that was her property, wasn't it? She left her wedding ring on the vanity, picked up what truly belonged to her, and left Crestfell. … Carina had spent the afternoon with her dad. The little burn didn't hurt anymore, but when Hannah told Ned she had been scalded, Carina still stayed in his arms and squeezed out a few tears. Ned held his daughter gently and put some cream on her hand. "Does it still hurt?" Fathers always adored their daughters, and Ned was known for spoiling his. Carina shook her head while eating snacks from his desk. Her little feet rested on his lap, and she looked as happy as could be. She had already forgotten about the morning. But Hannah wasn't going to miss the chance to vent. "Mr. Olson, I know it's not my place to say this, but Mrs. Olson really doesn't take good care of Carina." She exaggerated the whole story as she spoke. Ned's face stayed calm, barely giving any reaction. Hannah's confidence gradually faded. She thought that a man who cherished his daughter greatly would surely be angry at Kiara and maybe even divorce her. But Ned's reaction wasn't quite what she expected. "Carina," he finally said, "is what Hannah said true?" ------------------------------------- 👉 Readers' opinions: "It's so intriguing!" 💕 It's really ALL FREE, just click the button below!!!👇

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