Chapter 2

It was a late autumn evening.

The mansion was warm and cozy.

Damian leaned back on the sofa, shaking a toy to amuse the toddlers in their playpen.

I placed a fruit plate in front of him.

And told him I wanted to leave.

"If you leave, you'll never see these little ones again. Think carefully."

"I have thought it over."

I fidgeted with my hands as I spoke.

"I'm getting married. He doesn't mind my age, he doesn't mind that I'm not beautiful, and he doesn't mind my past with you... I want to marry him."

Damian's hand, shaking the toy, froze.

After a long moment, he smiled calmly.

"Alright, if you've made up your mind, then suit yourself."

He was so utterly indifferent.

I silently exhaled, a wave of relief washing over me.

Powerful men always have this twisted possessiveness. Once they've branded a woman as theirs, they won't let her go, even if they don't love her.

Fortunately, Damian wasn't like that.

I wiped my hands on my apron.

Damian was back to teasing the two children with a toy.

His voice was light, mocking.

"Mommy doesn't want you anymore, does she~"

The two children burst into earth-shattering wails.

My body stiffened.

I fled as if my life depended on it.