The duplex was on the top floor of the building. There were only two units, but Sara had never seen her neighbor since she moved here.

With a heavy head, she stumbled back home and rushed to the toilet to vomit. Then, she went to her bedroom and took out the sexy nightdress.

Putting on it, she smiled at the thin but curvaceous woman in the mirror.

She had a comely oval face, tender fair skin, and a blush on her snowy cheeks. Actually, she was prettier than the woman sitting on Kent's lap today...

Did he detest her just because she had lost her virginity that night? No, she knew it was merely an excuse – he had never loved her. But why did she still like him?

Since she was a little girl, she had been told that she would be Kent Fitch's wife. And he was also an excellent man, the best she had ever met.

When he told her he loved someone else, she gave him the freedom and wished him well. But then, he came back to her and even proposed to her. She thought he began to care about her, but their marriage proved a big failure!

At this moment, she ran outdoors and sat on the ground, her eyes fixed on the quiet elevator door. How she wished she could see his figure here!

She did so every day, just like a fool. Even though it was in vain, she kept waiting and waiting...

Having drunk too much, she felt twitches in her temples and a splitting headache. Slowly, she drifted into sleep.

Some time after she fell asleep, the elevator came to a halt with a loud "ding". Then, the door was opened.

A tall man walked out from inside gracefully.

He was wearing a handmade black suit, his hands put in the pockets of his pants. There was a touch of tiredness between his sharp eyebrows, but that didn't reduce his handsomeness a bit.

When he came to the other unit and was about to enter the password, a hoarse, surprised voice came from behind him, "Kent, you're back?"

His pretty brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't bother to look back.

Swiftly, he entered the password and opened the door. Just then, a slender figure broke in.

"Kent, you still care about me, right?" As two soft arms encircled his waist from behind, the man narrowed his dangerous eyes slightly.

"I'm not him!" A low, deep voice generated through his throat appeared magnetic in this night.

Sara didn't mind his coldness at all; she had got used to it. With a giggle, she held him even more tightly. "You're him... You're my husband..."

She murmured as she felt his warmth. The man rubbed the point between his eyebrows and forced her arms away from his waist.

"I'm not him!" he repeated in a tone that was frigid and a little impatient.

When he wanted to drag her out of the door, she waved off his hand with strength. Then, she threw her arms around his neck like a koala and clung closely to him.

"Why don't you accept me? It wasn't my fault that night. It wasn't my fault..." She looked up at him with her red, watery eyes.

Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips clumsily.