I stumbled out of the bar, feeling lost.
The sky was gray, and it was still raining.
In front of the door, a black luxurious car was parked.
I approached the car in the rain, rubbing the raindrops from my eyelashes.
The window rolled down, revealing a sharp and handsome profile.
The man wore a black suit, his noble aura hard to conceal.
"Mr. Hebert, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you."
I apologized softly.
The cold man sitting in the car was Luke's older brother.
the head of the Hebert family.
His name is Finley Hebert.
A few months ago, he found me.
He got straight to the point,
"Luke is my younger brother, so I hope everything goes well for the two of you."
Perhaps for the sake of his beloved younger brother's happiness, Finley hired famous experts and spent a lot of money.
This is what helped improve my stutter.
But Luke no longer loved me.
Finley took his eyes off the tablet and said, "Get in."
I opened the door, afraid that the water on me would dirty his leather seats, and huddled in the corner after getting in.
Finley had a unique presence.
Dignified and reserved.
It made one both respect and fear him.
He hung up his business call and looked at me.
"So, would you consider liking someone else?"
"What?"
I met his cold, indifferent gaze, and my heart tightened.
Finley was talking like he was discussing a business deal.
"You can marry me."
"What Luke has, I have too, and even more."
"In terms of benefits, I am a better match."
With those words, the car fell into silence.
Raindrops tapped on the roof of the car.
Like an intense symphony.
I was momentarily at a loss. "Why…"
It seemed like… he was poaching his own brother's girlfriend…
Finley curved his lips slightly, his eyes cold.
"You know, Grandfather is pushing for a wedding urgently. If you're willing to help, that would be great."
"In return, I'll give you everything you want."
"Of course, you can also refuse. I'll give you time to think about it."
At that moment, I glimpsed a true businessman.
Finley was more mature and steady than Luke.
He knew how to manage the bigger picture.
And how to maximize benefits.
The Hebert family had saved my life.
Such a huge favor lay there, and I seemed to have no reason to refuse.
Finally, I said cautiously, "I'll consider it. But if you find someone you like in the future, we'll still need to divorce."
Finley's gaze returned to the tablet.
He said softly, "We'll see then."
That night, Finley dropped me off at my rental apartment.
Watching the black car silently disappear into the twilight, I opened my phone.
Luke had posted on his social media a few minutes ago.
The background was a hotel room.
Lila was curled up beside him, sound asleep.
Her lips were slightly swollen, and her long hair was tousled.
Caption: "So nice."
I looked at the sky, took a few deep breaths, and suppressed my crumbling emotions.
I sent Luke a message saying, "I want to talk to you."
He didn't reply, as if he were dead.
I knew that Luke wouldn't come back.
For an entire month, Luke was completely unreachable.
One day, I gathered my thoughts, sent Luke a breakup message, blocked all his contact information, and gathered the courage to register our marriage with Finley.
Finley was very busy and went on a business trip out of town the day we registered our marriage.
After leaving the civil affairs bureau, Finley had his driver take me back to his villa in the city.
He also moved my belongings from the rental apartment to the villa.
On the third day after registering our marriage, Finley was still out of town.
Night fell, and the villa was empty.
I lit a small lamp and walked into the master bedroom.
The bedroom was in shades of gray and white, minimalist in style, and spacious.
Next to it, the dressing room was filled with Finley's expensive clothes and watches.
And… a little of my clothing.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the living room.
Thinking it was Finley, I opened the door, and a familiar voice drifted through the crack.
It was actually Luke.
