The day Ethan took power, he transferred all the shares to my name.

As agreed, we would manage Koster Group together, with half the shares going to me.


But I seemed to have misjudged him.

He didn't seem enthusiastic about being chairman.

First, he humbly claimed poor health and lack of energy, letting my father fully represent him.


Later, he simply stopped coming to the company altogether.

I did enjoy discussing matters with him.


Talking with someone intelligent was pleasant.

Half a year later, I became pregnant.

He managed the company even less, often following me wherever I went.

When asked, he'd say, "Your father's there, don't worry."

Tsk, to think I once called him "ambitious."

The child was born smoothly—a boy.

Ethan was very happy, holding the child all day without letting go.

When the child started kindergarten, I thought about having a daughter.

Ethan actually refused.

"I'm too weak," he said.

Wait, with his eagerness to sleep with me even when sick, he was claiming weakness?

I knew it was because I had hemorrhaged during delivery, which terrified him.

Since he disagreed, I started making Ethan go to the company.

My father was getting old—how could he manage two companies?

My wanting half of Koster Group's shares wasn't really about interest in the company.

Once bitten, twice shy—that's all.

Two years later, I was pregnant again.

Time had never seemed to pass so quickly.

Sometimes, Ethan would ask me: "How many years do I have left?"

See? He was quite perceptive.

Not asking didn't mean he couldn't figure out my unusual behavior.

When he asked, I'd answer: "Just tomorrow."

"Hurry up and die—when you're gone, I'll use your money to keep a house full of young men."

"You know I'm capable of it."

In the sixth year, our second child was born—a beautiful little girl.

Ethan was overjoyed, saying he'd leave all the Koster family money to her.

I didn't want to bother with him.

Actually, by now, Ethan had already lived three years longer than in his previous life.

Surprisingly, I wasn't unhappy about it.

After all, my earliest plan was to abandon the father and keep the child.

Someone like Ethan, whom I didn't even need to deal with personally, was perfect.

In the seventh year, Ethan took me to see the maple leaves.

Red spread across the hills and fields, full of freedom and vitality.

Coming down the mountain, I silently took his hand.

I truly wished time could stop at that moment.

(The End)