Serles2–Chapter 1 

My flight instructor husband Mukesh Willibert had gotten one of his students pregnant. 

At our ninth wedding anniversary dinner, he brought her home. 

With casual indifference, he instructed me: “Elowen’s super picky about food. Make sure her meals are different every single time. 

“She’s scared to sleep alone. Pack your stuff and move to the guest room.” 

Without a word, I grabbed my pre–packed suitcase and walked calmly toward the front door. 

The housekeeper tried to stop me, but Mukesh just laughed coldly: 

“Let her have her little meltdown. She’ll be crawling back within three days anyway.” 

Everyone in the room burst out laughing. 

Right in front of me, they placed a million–dollar bet that I wouldn’t last the night before begging Mukesh to let me back in “like some pathetic little dog.” 

What they didn’t know was that a Mercedes–Maybach was already waiting outside. 

This time, I was truly leaving. 

Just as I was about to exit the mansion, Mukesh called after me. 

“Camelia Aditi, hand over your gemstone bracelet. Elowen’s been having nightmares lately.” 

The bracelet was the only heirloom from my parents. 

Noticing my reddened eyes, he sneered: “Name your price.” 

How much was a nine–year marriage worth, where I’d been treated like garbage? 

I couldn’t be bothered to calculate. 

I only remembered how last time, when I refused to give Elowen my earmuffs at the airport, Mukesh had stripped me naked and abandoned me halfway up a mountain. 

I removed the bracelet and placed it on Elowen’s wrist. 

“I hope your baby stays safe and healthy,” I told her. 

Hearing my blessing, Mukesh surprisingly offered me a compromise: 

“Camelia, if you just do what you’re told, my kid can be your kid too.” 

Just as he finished speaking, the bracelet slipped off Elowen’s wrist and shattered. 

Seeing that Elowen’s leg was scratched, Mukesh scopped her up in his arms. 

He barked orders at the housekeeper: “Get the doctor here now!” 

The urgency in his manner made everyone turn to me with smirks on their faces. 

The whole scene wasn’t just funny to them. Even I found it is ironic. 

Just last night, when I had a heart attack, Mukesh was heading out to watch shooting stars with Elowen. 

Even as I collapsed foaming at the mouth, he simply stepped over me without a second glance. 

Before losing consciousness, I heard him instruct the housekeeper: 

12:37 

Sorry Captain Milo, Our Love Score Has Hit Zero 

Get this place sanitized. Elowen’s coming home tomorrow, and I don’t want her smelling anything disgusting. 

As I gripped my suitcase and turned to leave, Mukesh grabbed my wrist brutally: 

“Apologize.” 

“What?” 

Before I could finish, he dragged me to kneel at Elowen’s feet. 

My knees scraped against jade fragments, staining the white floor crimson. 

Seeing the blood, Mukesh released me with revulsion. 

“You deliberately broke Elowen’s bracelet and hurt her. Say you’re 

Since marrying Mukesh, “I’m sorry” had become my mantra. 

The soup I made was too bland? “I’m sorry.” 

Texting him when he was drunk because I was worried? “I’m sorry.” 

Accidentally seeing Elowen’s texts inviting him to a hotel? “I’m so sorry for invading your privacy…” 

Biting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, I forced myself to stand. 

I bowed deeply to Elowen and apologized three times. 

Then I looked at Mukesh with empty eyes. 

“Is that enough?” I asked quietly. 

Staring at the blood on my lip, his chest visibly tightened: 

“Camelia, your powerful grandfather isn’t here to save you. Who the hell are you putting on this pathetic act for?” 

Before I could respond, the family doctor arrived hurriedly. 

Mukesh shoved me aside and led the doctor to Elowen. 

While his attention was completely focused on her, I quickly walked out the door. 

Just as I left the mansion, I heard two short honks. 

Seeing the silver car outside the gates, I quickened my pace. 

But before the gates opened, two security guards appeared suddenly and forcibly dragged me back to the mansion.