Shattered Trust, New Beginnings

I had been Kristian Nash's fiancée for three years, yet I never got to see a wedding.

So, I decided to follow his lead and took on a younger lover, Derek Collins.

Suddenly, Kristian, who had always ignored me, became frantic.

He started desperately seeking attention, personally teaching me golf, pretending to be drunk and collapsing at my doorstep, faking interest in buying my shared apartment, and even offering discounts during the trade with my company.

Finally, after I got everything I wanted, he shamelessly asked me, "Honey, is it my turn now?"

But the new guy beside me just sneered at him, "Dude, you're too small to satisfy our Victoria."

01

On the way to the golf course, Derek's phone rang.

The noise on the other end was loud, but a girl's sharp voice carried through the wind into my ears. "Derek, you're the only one missing! Everyone's waiting for you!"

Derek, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at me and quickly looked away.

He seemed troubled, "It's not convenient right now... maybe another day... "

"But I really want to see you today! Are you coming or not?"

The girl's voice was so cloying it made me frown and brake sharply.

"You should go. It's not good to keep people waiting." I said impatiently, as our appointment time was approaching.

"About five kilometers ahead, turn right for two kilometers, and there's a subway station. Get off there." I urged him.

Hearing this, Derek frowned, his handsome face twisting slightly, looking a bit ugly.

He tugged at his seatbelt and looked at me pitifully, "Victoria, aren't you leaving the car for me?

It's too sunny... "

Through my sunglasses, I looked at the guy I had been supporting for over a year, dressed in designer clothes with a clean, fresh face.

Among the college students now, he was really amazing.

I suddenly remembered when we first started dating, I drove a Lamborghini to pick him up.

As soon as he got into the car, Derek's eyes lit up as he touched everything excitedly.

Watching him excited like a puppy, I tossed him the car keys.

He looked at me in shock, his white shirt clean but slightly yellowed, "Victoria... I didn't mean it like that... "

Back then, his gaze was clear and determined.

He said, "I really like you, not your money. I can't drive your car, what kind of person would that make me?"

The dim light in the car cast a warm, pitiful glow on his face.

I ruffled his hair playfully, laughing, "Silly, it's not for you, it's just for you to drive around a few times."

Derek's eyes brightened, and we switched seats.

A year later, the boy who once said "I don't like money." was now using his charm to get his way, asking me, "Aren't you leaving the car for me?"

I removed my sunglasses, letting the wind tousle my freshly treated hair, and nodded firmly, "No, I'm not. Get out."

All men were all the same.

02

Derek stubbornly looked at me, seemingly hoping I would relent.

I chuckled, just about to kick him out of the car when his phone rang again.

"Derek, we changed venues. That KTV was a rip-off, 200 bucks an hour. When are you coming? Bring us some good booze from your girlfriend... "

Derek's ears turned red, and he quickly cut off the voice on the other end, "You guys have fun. I'm not coming today."

After hanging up, he carefully looked at me, "Victoria... I'll go play golf with you."

Oh, now he was free again, and he wanted to accompany me.

Fine, let's go then. Calling one man was the same as calling two.

Let's go together.

I smirked, putting on my sunglasses, "Buckle up."

The car roared and sped away.

03

I took Derek to the changing room.

He looked confused as soon as we entered, and even after I changed, he still looked lost.

"What are you doing?"

"Go change. Are you planning to play golf in dress shoes?"

Derek's once bright eyes dimmed, fiddling with his clothes, "I didn't know... Victoria... I thought... "

I understood, and he thought I would prepare for him.

I did plan to, initially. The plan was to pick him up and go straight to the store to buy.

But time was wasted on the road, wasted on his indecision.

That was not my fault.

This golf course was members-only. People couldn't enter without someone bringing them in, and naturally, there was no random rental service.

"Oh, then just watch." I said nonchalantly, walking past him. Derek's eyes turned red again.

I paused, looking back at him, his eyes tinged with red. Maybe I was being too harsh...

I sighed, "Follow me. If there's someone suitable, I'll get you a set."

04

As soon as I swung the club, something felt off. It didn't feel right in my hands.

While I was adjusting, someone pressed against me from behind, his body fitting mine perfectly.

A man rested his chin on my shoulder, a woody scent naturally wafting to my nose.

I smirked. Kristian had arrived.

I tilted my head, brushing against his temple, "You're here?"

A low chuckle sounded in my ear, "Didn't you call me?"

I turned, habitually placing my hands on the back of his neck, deliberately softening my voice, "You're so annoying."

He pinched the soft flesh at my waist, the heat from his palm burning my skin.

With his other hand, he flicked my nose, "What? Didn't I just teach you how to swing last week, and you forgot?"

I looked up at him, nodding slightly.

"What about the guy you're raising? Can't he do it?" Kristian awkwardly changed the subject.

Well, where was Derek, who was just behind me, babbling about my perfect posture?

I squinted, oh, he had voluntarily sat aside, watching me and Kristian with a resentful look, sulking.

Being sulky wasn't enough, and he needed a bit more.

05

I quickly looked away, tiptoeing closer to Kristian's chin, whispering, "He can, so should I call him over... "

Kristian snorted, his hand on my waist turning me around in his arms, "He can't do squat!"

With that, he slapped my ass, a fiery itch making me groan impatiently.

"Hold steady."

I blushed involuntarily, but such words were all too common on the bed.

Now, the sun hadn't set yet, and we were still on the open court, visible to everyone.

This was Kristian's signature move-having a flirtation with a bold flair in public.

"Numb legs? Can't stand up?"

I didn't respond, and Kristian only intensified his teasing. My palms were sweaty, and I could barely hold the cue, let alone swing it.

But the man behind me clearly wasn't ready to let me off the hook. His voice, laced with amusement, whispered in my ear, "Are you up for it?"

I shivered involuntarily in his arms. "Just shut up!"

Kristian laughed wildly, and I trembled uncontrollably in his embrace.

He was inexplicably confident, guiding my hand as one ball after another rolled into the pocket.

After a round, his face was unabashedly smug, arrogant yet self-satisfied. "Can that little boy do it?"

06

I turned to glare at Kristian, who looked at me with a playful gaze, scanning me from head to toe.

Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny, I shouted at Derek, whose eyes were red, "What are you doing standing there? Get over here!"

Kristian squinted, his voice deep, "You use this scrawny guy to insult me?"

I shot Kristian a disdainful glance. "He's better than you."

Derek walked over with his head down, and I took his arm. As we passed Kristian, the air seemed to freeze.

I heard him take a sharp breath.

When I was looking sideways, his expression wasn't pleasant, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Victoria, my patience is limited."

My hair brushed against his lips. "So?"

He was left alone on the court with the cue, looking thin and pitiful.

07

Yes, Kristian was my fiancé, with an arranged marriage.

It was a typical arranged marriage by our families, so there was nothing unbearable, and we could naturally live with.

But this man was quite rebellious.

We had been engaged for three years and he was slow to make the next move.

He even flaunted his beautiful secretary around me, as if afraid I wouldn't notice.

I couldn't accept it and rebelled against my father. He was furious, saying I was ungrateful. What was wrong with him keeping a woman? He hadn't annulled the engagement.

I laughed.

Dad, if you wouldn't help, I would have to rely on myself. Don't blame me for that.

I could only start with Kristian. I knew his weakness-his competitive nature, in every aspect.

But I had no experience with such matters at first.

Even though I was clueless, I couldn't do the mindless thing of going straight to his office and making a scene.

After all, I had to think about my future. He might not care about his reputation, but I did.

So, I investigated privately and found that Kristian, who seemed like a gentleman, had a very chaotic personal life.

Even the bold had limits, yet he... was indiscriminate, having an affair with his secretary.

Fair play demanded a response.

So, I decided to keep Derek...

"Vic... " My drifting thoughts were suddenly pulled back by Derek.

"Can I come over to your place today?"

I glanced at Derek's tightly gripped hands on the steering wheel. He was nervous.

I was understanding. "Sure."

08

My meeting with Derek was quite cliché.

I was an outstanding alumna of a famous university, and Derek was a freshman representative.

Backstage, Derek paced nervously, a fine layer of sweat forming on his forehead. I watched him with a teasing smile.

"Want me to tell you a joke?"

Derek stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded.

I cleared my throat. "What weather do mice and rats fear? When it's raining cats and dogs."

After a moment of silence, the young boy bent over with laughter. As his uniform swayed, I couldn't help but notice his impressive abs.

I couldn't help but smile. The joke wasn't funny, but the boy's abs were impressive enough to warrant a grin.

That day, I wore a knitted dress and spoke confidently on stage. As I stepped down, Derek went up.

I smiled at him, silently wishing him good luck.

The boy seemed to be glowing on stage, and I snapped a few photos of him as I left.

I didn't think much of it, just moved by his youthful energy and those abs.

I began to see why Kristian was drawn to his secretary.

As I left the school auditorium, the boy, blushing, caught up with me. "Hello, miss... can you send me the photos you took?"

I waved my phone teasingly. "I didn't take any photos of you. What do you want?"

The boy's face turned even redder. "Then... can I add you on social media, miss?"

09

As soon as I got home, before I even had a chance to change my shoes, Derek seemed unable to hold back.

He pinned me against the shoe rack in the hallway, pulling my hand to rest on him.

His eyes were misty, his voice thick with emotion, "Vic... are you going to leave me?"

"Who's leaving whom?" My tone was cold.

"Who called you today? What am I to you? A fool?" I pulled my hand back, not wanting to continue.

But this wasn't what Derek had planned. He was a bit anxious, extending his long arm to trap me in his embrace.

"I'm not... it was all just for fun... didn't I go with you to play today? That guy was so close to you, and he glared at me, so fierce."

"So what?" I tilted my head to look at him.

"Who is he?" Derek was stubborn, insisting on an answer.

I held my forehead, helpless. "Do you really want to know?"

Derek nodded.

Alright then.

I told the truth. "Fiancé."

"So, you... will you marry him?" Derek's voice was muffled, as if his throat was choked with tears.

"I don't know! Can you stop bothering me?"

I was running out of patience, especially with a boy who was losing his charm. I thought to myself, Kristian and I were different.

He and his little secretary had been together for four or five years, and they were still a pair, with quite a stable relationship.

"I was wrong... I was wrong, Vic... Give me five minutes."

Derek wiped his face, changed into the couple's slippers he had prepared, and went into the bathroom.

I hopped off the shoe rack, tiptoed to the sofa, and idly scrolled through my phone.

In less than three minutes, Derek came out of the bathroom, smiling as if nothing had happened.

His hair was damp from cold water, and he brushed against my face like a wronged puppy.

I softened again, allowing him, "Come here."

Derek looked up at me, his eyes bright, and then his gentle kisses covered me.

Derek kissed me passionately, kissing every part of me.

His tongue was softer than a year ago, effortlessly igniting me.

As he wandered, reaching the my forest, he paused.