LOGINMy fingers instinctively tightened around the phone, hearing Tania’s words.
I didn't hear her wrong, did I?
“I checked your marriage certificate, Anna. It was fake!” Tania groaned. “Don’t tell me the scumbag tricked you!”
Tricked me…
Aiden himself asked me to marry him.
Three years ago, he’d knocked at my apartment’s door, claiming he’d been looking for me for over three months.
He asked me to be his wife.
He promised to do his best to make sure that I never lacked anything.
At that time,
I fell for his sincerity.
Because, for the first time… someone was finally choosing me without knowing my background.
I fell for Aiden because he was the only man who didn't care if I had anything or not.
Turned out…
The marriage I was desperately trying to save for three years never even existed.
“Anna…” Tania’s voice softened. “Are you alright?”
I gave a dry smile.
Strangely, I didn't feel sad or heartbroken right now. The anger that I expected didn't even come.
“I’m fine,” I responded, my voice soft and calm.
After the call ended, I boarded a taxi.
Fortunately, my old apartment was still intact. The housekeeper I hired did a good job taking care of it for the last three years.
I settled down.
And that evening, I opened my laptop and logged back into the forum I'd last visited three years ago.
[Designer X: “Time changes many things. Passion isn't one of them.” Does ‘Dreamers’ still remember how to dream?]
The Dreamers Design Forum seemed to have gone quiet over the years.
Then I dropped that post.
Overnight, the entire forum exploded with thousands of comments.
"Ahhh! Someone pinch me! Is that really Designer X!?"
"No way... Designer X actually logged in!"
"Designer X is back!!!"
"Three years! Do you have any idea how long we've been waiting!?"
"Am I dreaming? Someone tell me this isn't a fake account!"
"Designer X, where have you been all these years!?"
"The legend has finally returned!"
"I joined Dreamers after she disappeared. Is that really THE Designer X everyone's always talking about?"
"You don't understand. Half the designers on this forum grew up studying her sketches."
"Designer X was the reason I enrolled in design school."
"The woman who sold a single design for seven figures is posting again?"
"I still have her old design analyses saved on my computer."
"Forget sleeping. I'm staying online tonight."
"Quick! Screenshot everything before she vanishes again!"
"After three years, the first thing she does is challenge Dreamers. That's so like her."
"I can't believe my idol is active again."
"Senior members, please tell me this isn't some elaborate prank."
"A prank? Look at the account verification badge. That's definitely her."
"Three years of silence, and she still managed to bring the entire forum back to life with one post."
"The forum hasn't been this active in years."
"I remember when every design competition ended with people asking, 'What would Designer X do?'"
"Designer X, will you be posting your work again?"
"Please tell me you're staying this time."
"Do you know how many fan clubs were created for you after you disappeared?"
"My heart can't take this. Designer X actually came back."
"The Queen of Dreamers has returned."
"No. Not queen."
"A legend."
The next morning,
I was scrolling through the comments, my heart filled with warmth and nostalgia by the forum’s excitement and enthusiasm. Then, my eyes fell on a particular comment.
“Time changes many things. Apparently not the need for attention.”
It was the only comment under the post that sounded like an attack, and the replies beneath it were immediate.
“Excuse you?? Do you even know who Designer X is?”
“NightThread again… of course it’s you.”
“People have been studying her work for years and you’re here calling it ‘theatrics’?”
“Bold words from someone who hasn’t contributed anything in ages.”
“NightThread, didn’t you also go silent for almost three years?”
“Not you insulting Designer X after disappearing for years yourself.”
I paused on the name.
NightThread.
Of all the voices that returned, this was the one that didn't surprise me.
I let the comment sit there for a while before replying.
“Attention was never the point. And some things don't get the luxury of choice in disappearing.”
Three years ago,
I got married out of what I thought was love.
I ended up investing everything into that relationship, and lost touch with everything I used to enjoy,
Including this forum.
After reading and replying to all the comments, I closed my laptop, put it away, and stood up to enter the bathroom.
At that moment, my phone began ringing, with Aiden’s name flashing on the screen.
I crossed my arms and stepped forward. Stopping just a few inches away, I lifted my chin.“Mr. Hale, what exactly do you want?”“You.”Huh?“You.”I steadied myself as he repeated the word, shoving down the sudden unsettling feeling.Then a soft laughter escaped me, the word suddenly sounding more bizarre than startling. “Can you listen to yourself?”“I don't speak gibberish,” He scoffed. “Besides, you know how I hate hypocrisy, Annalise.”Hypocrisy?How ironic.“I let you waste those three years with another man just so you could learn your lesson.”Let me…?Wait, how did he know— never mind!“But it seems like you need to be taught more lessons,” he added. “You don't just start a fire and disappear.”How absurd.And funny.“Did you really think that targeting the Sterling Empire would intimidate me?” I raised a brow. “Ten years ago, I was naive… But now—”“You’re still the naive little bunny I know.” His tone dripped with sarcasm, his lips twitching. “Before you sink into further d
I let his words sink in.A brief moment of silence passed and only the old man’s heavy breathing resounded, apparently vexed.“Annalise,” He added, his voice softer and tired. “When you rejected his marriage proposal three years ago, he didn't react or ask us to return the engagement gifts. I just know that if you didn't meet and provoke him, the Hale Group wouldn’t have made this drastic decision. The least you could do was avoid Andrew Hale during your stay at Geneva. Look, I don't care how you do it, but you must fix this before it escalates.”Then he hung up brutally, leaving me wondering what exactly happened. But,I hadn't dropped my phone yet when another call came in.From Xander.“Big Sis! Are you alright?”Unlike Grandpa who was purely enraged, Xander sounded anxious.“Andrew Hale is bullying you, right? You guys met in Geneva, didn't you? I heard that Mason Reed is his uncle and you were present when he was poisoned. Some netizens said that they have put you on the suspect
A deep voice sounded beside me.A familiar voice. Standing a few feet away from my left was the man who looked like he had all the time in the world.Hadn't he appeared to be in a haste some moments ago?Wait— never mind.Acting as though his words didn't reach my ears, I resumed walking,Then he added, “Ten years, twenty years, thirty… no amount of time can transform a rabbit into a tigress."I paused.My fingers balled into fists.Yet, my composure didn't crack, my smile intact as I turned to face him.“Mr. Hale, why don't you invest this energy into upgrading your mindset?” I folded my hands. “After all, it is not my fault that you cannot handle rejection.”A pause.The man sized me up, a condescending look crossing his face.“Rejection.” He chortled. “Annalise, you’re too insignificant for me to feel rejected.”Oh, was that so?I raised a brow. “If so, I hope you will pretend from now on that I don't exist.”I turned, without waiting for his response.But I hadn't taken a step ye
Andrew walked in, his appearance bringing an unsettling tension that hung in the air.On his face was a look of irritation, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me. Confusion flickered followed by an amused look as he raised a brow.“Uhm, Mr. Hale.” The officer cleared his throat and stood up. “It was just to let you know—”“Who is that?” Andrew peeled his gaze from me, the annoyance returning to his eyes.The Cop didn’t waste a second before pointing at Cassandra. “It is this young lady. She came here this morning and reported to be a witness to what happened to Mr. Reed. She claimed to be present when the poisoning happened.”“And she mentioned my name?” Andrew gave Cassandra only a fleeting glance before returning his attention to the Cop.The man nodded eagerly, frantically wiping an imaginary sweat from his forehead. “Actually, Ms. Coleman said you were among the last few people present with Mr. Reed before the poisoning happened. But she didn’t specifically mention t
I blinked.Although, putting into account the whispers I'd heard in the hotel, I wasn't so surprised.“You need to follow us for questioning.” He handcuffed me. “Failure to comply will strengthen the proof that you're guilty.”Proof?What other proof did they have?But the Cop revealed no more information and took me straight to the Cops Department. There, I found out that some of the executives present at the grand ball were detained as well.The man took me to a separate questioning room. Throughout, I remained composed, because a heavier problem weighed on my mind right now...My sketchbook.“Ms. Sterling, please.” He held the door open, gesturing for me to enter.The questioning room had transparent glass walls that must be soundproof. I'd been deep in my thoughts, not realizing that other people were present,Until I heard the familiar voice and then lifted my head.“Ms. Coleman, are you sure you saw Ms. Sterling spray something at Mr. Reed’s face?” One Cop was questioning Cass
A problem?Frowning in confusion, I glanced from my phone to the man on the bed.Then I pressed the dial button to call Aurelia. It didn’t ring. Her line was unreachable.In that instant, another text message dropped from her.[Seems like the security men are already in your suite. I have left the hotel due to some emergency. Nobody else is there to protect your things.]The security.My suite?Luckily, a nurse came in just in time to check on Mason.I left the hospital and arrived at the hotel to find most of the guests gathered in the lobby area.Their whispers were so loud that I almost stopped in my tracks, hearing what they said.“It is absurd though. Why would anyone want to harm Mason Reed?”“Are you asking why? Don’t you know?”“Know what?”“Rumor has it that Mr. Reed has a hidden treasure. Some say he knows a secret, that’s why some lunatic out there wants to silence him.”“But does it make sense that they must have joined hands with the closest people to him?”“Well, some
I only glanced at the device once then went about my morning routine.After I was done, I picked up my phone to find several messages piled up.[Annalise, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?][Where did you sleep last night, Annalise?][What is going on between you and Alexander Sterl
The next day, I discharged myself from the hospital.Standing across the bustling street outside the hospital’s skyscraper, my eyes squinted at the burning sun.For thirty minutes, not a single taxi stopped.Then, suddenly, a convoy of black luxury cars swept onto the street, instantly drawing ever
“We are sorry, Miss. We tried our best, but the fetus was gone. We had to evacuate it to prevent damage to your womb.”The word “it” echoed through my mind, cutting through my last strand of hope.Yet, the doctor’s words, along with the beeping of the heart’s monitor and every noise inside the hosp
Cassandra pointed at me, her soft voice echoing in the hallway. That was when Aiden peeled his gaze from her, and the tender look on his face was instantly gone.But instead of appearing confused, only fear and frustration flashed in his eyes.He quickly let go of Cassandra, While Cassandra tremb







