After three years, it was clear Leah had never truly won Han’s heart. Her life as his wife had been nothing short of torment, and she had resigned herself to the thought that it would never change. Then another woman entered the picture, forcing Leah to confront a painful truth—she meant nothing to Han. Witnessing his cruelty firsthand, her heart turned completely cold.
Two years later, she had risen as the daughter of the White family, admired and respected. When a familiar voice broke through the crowd and the stranger smiled at her, the once-cold man finally broke. “Please,” he said, tears in his eyes, “give me a chance to make things right, Leah…” He clutched her sleeve, searching desperately for even the faintest trace of hope.
“It’s too late,” she replied.
She pushed him away, turned, and walked off without a single glance back.
Chapter 1: Begging For A Reconciliation Chapter 1-5
Chapter 1
It was a cold, windy night as the rain poured relentlessly. Suddenly, a loud screeching sound was heard when the car came to a sudden halt. A flash of lightning cracked through the night shining on an elderly man’s pale face. He yelled, “Watch out, little one!” The car spun out of control, slamming into the rock walls with a loud bang and plummeted over the cliff. Leah Murray was startled awake from her sleep, her eyes widening in fear and her face turning pale. The terror she felt in her dream lingered in her mind for a long time. She wondered to herself, why is it the same dream again? Just then, the doorbell interrupted Leah’s thoughts. Her husband, Han Howard, had finally arrived home. She had spent the entire night waiting for him on the sofa. When she tried to get up, her knees almost gave way. Luckily, Leah managed to regain her balance after grabbing hold of the sofa arm. Han, who reeked of alcohol, shrugged off Leah’s presence and plopped down on a chair some distance away. He did not even bother looking at the woman and instead supported his head and closed his eyes to rest. Han’s good looks represented the best in a man. He had an exceptional physique that was comparable to international models, as well as a flawless face with delicate features. Han was once the dream man for every woman in Linkville, thanks to his good looks and position as the richest man in the country. Unbeknownst to the rest, a perfect man like Han was married. He had, however, purposefully concealed his marriage to Leah for the past three years. Her expression turned solemn at the thought of his cold and distant attitude. She saw the look of exhaustion on his face and resolved to suffer in silence. “It’s late. I’ll prepare the bath for you. Wash up and get some rest.” Leah was about to get up when she noticed Han had opened his eyes. His gaze was aloof and unwavering. Han instructed, “Wait. I have something to say to you.” Leah paused and turned around to face the man. She had a bad feeling about the situation. “Molly will be coming over to stay soon. Pack your stuff and leave,” Han said curtly. His tone made it plain that there was no room for negotiation. Molly Lamere was no stranger to Leah. She had proudly announced that Han was her boyfriend a few days before at a charity event. The shocking revelation was still a trending topic across all social media sites. Leah tried her best to hide her disappointment and asked flatly, “Are you asking me to vacate for the woman you love?” Upon noticing Leah’s resistance, Han replied sternly, “You need to be clear of your position. Don’t you dare think that you are Mrs. Howard.” Leah wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Her position as
Mrs. Howard was solidified by the marriage certificate. She recalled how Han had mysteriously appeared when she was desperate to obtain money for her father’s liver cancer treatment. Other than agreeing to his marriage proposal in exchange for money, there were no other options. After marriage, Leah discovered that Han was a cold-hearted man. However, she did not wish to accept fate without a fight. She challenged, “Well… where do you expect a pregnant woman without family or friends to go?” “Go to the hospital for an abortion.” There was no sense of pity or warmth in Han’s reply. Leah had forgotten that he was a dangerous man. She immediately protected her stomach and shook her head. “No!”
Chapter 2
Han fumed inwardly as he approached Leah, why is the woman who has always been well-behaved disobeying my instructions? The man’s attention riveted on her, his pupils flared as he said in a menacing voice, “You don’t deserve to be the mother of my child. Do you think I’d appreciate a cheap woman I could easily get for a million dollars?” Leah froze on the spot as she thought to herself, Han never liked me in the first place. Why did he bother marrying me if he despises me? She felt a wave of sadness as she tried to process the news with a heavy heart. Han ignored Leah’s crestfallen looks and went away after his brief statement. He acted as though he did not care about how she felt. Leah was left standing alone, utterly dejected. After a brief moment of stillness, Leah walked to the kitchen and began preparing lunch absent-mindedly. Suddenly, someone patted her shoulder and whispered in a cheeky voice, “What’s wrong, Leah? Are you okay?” Leah turned around to see a young girl with a radiant smile. It was Han’s half-sibling, Shyanne Howard. Everyone in the Howard residence, including the servants, gave Leah cold shoulders when she first arrived. Shyanne was the only one who acknowledged her status as Han’s wife and tried her best to cheer her up when she was feeling despondent at Han’s ill-treatment. Leah shook her head and flashed a weak smile. “It’s nothing. You have just returned from school and must be starving now. Don’t worry, lunch will be ready soon.” After taking care of Han and Shyanne’s living necessities all these years, she has since developed a close relationship with the latter. Shyanne grabbed Leah’s arms and pleaded, “I’m craving your pumpkin soup, Leah. I was dreaming of it last night!” “All right, I’ll get some pumpkins from the garden.” Leah always found it hard to reject Shyanne’s requests. Leah frequently visited the garden to feed the fishes in the pond or to tend to the pumpkins. Given that the sun was shining brightly today, she was surprised to see that the rocks near the pond were drenched. She was mindful of her steps as she picked out the grown pumpkins. However, as she was preparing to make her way back to the house, Shyanne ran toward her and they accidentally collided. As a result, Leah lost her footing and fell into the pond. “Leah!” Shyanne cried aloud. Leah fought frantically for air, but each time she gulped a lungful of water. Her clothes were drenched and she started to sink like a stone. She could not rely on Shyanne to pull her out of the water as the young girl was stunned and crying uncontrollable. Leah felt the world spinning around her and began to lose consciousness, her breathing becoming increasingly
shallow. Leah only regained consciousness the following day. “It’s all my fault, Leah! If it weren’t for my carelessness, you wouldn’t have lost your baby!” Shyanne cried in exasperation as she hugged Leah tightly. Leah was in disbelief as she asked in a croaking voice, “What… what did you say?” Lost my baby? How did it happen? Leah immediately put her palm on her stomach and felt a dull piercing pain. Sadness flitted across her face as she thought of her dead unborn child. She sniffled quietly and tears started trickling down her cheeks.
Chapter 3
A deep icy voice sounded, “Why are you crying?” When Leah turned to face the voice, she discovered Han had been standing by the window the entire time. Unlike her depressed look, Han’s expression was cold and menacing. The man did not seem to be aware of the importance of tact as he said in disdain, “It doesn’t matter if you refuse to get an abortion. Seems like its fate that the child will not live.” Han’s callous and harsh attitude left Leah startled. He was, after all, the father of her child. She started to feel a bout of hatred for the cold-blooded and ruthless man. Leah’s eyes were bloodshot as she clenched her fist tightly and yelled, “Han Howard! Do you even have a conscience!” Han raised an eyebrow, feeling amused at Leah’s accusation. He ridiculed, “You are responsible for the death of our child. Who else can you blame?” Leah’s expression darkened when she heard Han’s hurtful words. She sat still and her body went limp and lifeless. Although Leah was only in her twenties, she looked dull and lacking in energy. Han was irritated by Leah’s dejected state. He warned, “I’m giving you one more day to pack up and leave. Molly will be moving in soon and you had better be gone by then. Or else, I promise to make your life a living hell.” Leah now saw Han in a different light. She looked him in the eyes and asked, “Do you love Molly?” The woman waited for a long time but received no response. After a long while, Leah gathered her remaining strength and plastered a forceful smile. Then she said firmly, “I hate you, Han Howard!” Leah had clearly given up hope on the man. Han’s gaze shifted, but his frosty expression quickly returned. He hissed, “Think whatever you want.” Anger welled up in Han’s chest when he noticed that there was no longer any trace of warmth in Leah’s gaze. Instead, her eyes were filled with hatred. The man thought to himself, what gives her the right to hate me? Han scoffed and walked out of the room with Shyanne following close behind. Once they arrived at the study room, Han sat down and reached inside the cupboard for the lighter. He lit the cigarette and inquired without looking up, “What’s going on?” Nothing could escape the notice of a shrewd businessman like him. Shyanne broke into a sinister grin that contrasted with her sweet and innocent face. “Aren’t you glad that the bastard is gone?” Han frowned and pursed his lips. “Stop this nonsense!” Shyanne’s eyes widened in surprise when she sensed Han’s anger. She warned, “Have you fallen for that woman, Han? Don’t you dare forget why Dad died!” Han stopped flickering his lighter and bit on his cigarette. His stoic eyes fixed on Shyanne as he said sternly, “Nonsense! How can I fall for my enemy!” Shyanne
pursed her lips and protested, “I didn’t see you mistreating her in the past three years. You even allowed our enemy to bear your child.” The man turned to look out of the window. “The pregnancy was an accident. It doesn’t matter now that the child is gone. Our plans will not be affected.”
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