Across the room, Brandon held a wine glass, charming the crowd with his eloquence.

Logically, a small company like mine didn't warrant the presence of someone of his stature.


But to the confused or fawning looks around him, he simply stated:

"I'm here to celebrate with my wife."

Seeing me approach, he set down his glass and moved to my side.


As if ensuring everyone knew exactly who his wife was.

As murmurs of "Mr. Shaw and Ms. Chapman make such a loving couple" circulated, Brian's expression darkened.


I excused myself to the restroom, but Brian intercepted me at the door.

The next moment, his lips crashed against mine.

"Brian Shaw!"

I pushed against him, but couldn't break his hold.

Brian's voice trembled with jealous rage.

"You ignore me, but laugh and chat with my brother?"

"You unstable fool, let go of me!"

I hissed, but he didn't release me.

I suddenly spotted Brandon standing in the shadows a few feet away.

Brian saw him too and wiped his lips, saying bitterly:

"What's wrong, brother? Not making your wife declarations anymore?"

"What's the point of saying those things over and over?"

"Anna loves ME!"

Brandon stood half-hidden in shadow.

He, the once-proud husband, now hesitated to step forward.

He stared at me, his eyes swimming with sadness.

He asked, his voice nearly breaking:

"Anna, if I try to stop this, you'll divorce me, won't you?"

Me: What?

"If I can accept you giving part of your heart to Brian, can I remain in your life?"

"I can offer you more than Brian ever could. I'm far more valuable to you than he is."

Brian: "That's bullshit!"

Brandon's lips tightened as he pointed at his brother.

"Keep barking, and I'll break your other leg too."

Brian buried his face against my neck and whispered:

"He's so cruel, Anna."

"I'm building my own company too. One day I'll be even more successful than him."

"Don't leave me behind."