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After just six months of a whirlwind marriage, she realized she barely knew her husband: Ethan. He is the picture of perfection-devoted, gentle, and endlessly doting. Yet a shadow of doubt creeps into her heart, whispering that nothing is as it seems. The arrival of Lucas shatters the illusion, pulling back the curtain on years of buried secrets. Was the man she called her husband nothing but a brilliant fraud? Had every tender word and loving gesture been a lie? So why, as her world falls apart, does he still pull her close, his voice a low caress as he asks, "Darling, shall we stay in the living room... or take this to the bedroom?" The First Vow was built on his flawless deception. The Second was forged in heart-wrenching tenderness. The Third became a desperate, life-pledging love. Three grand marriages. Three different men hidden in one. Each vow cuts deeper than the last, leaving her to wonder-how many more times must she marry him to finally know the real man behind them all?
The night was deep, and finally, she escaped from that suffocating business dinner.
This was Sophia Marshall's first job after graduating college. She had always been well-liked, and things were going relatively smoothly at work. But because of this job, Ethan Griffin seemed somewhat upset-he was always composed, self-disciplined, and a bit of a traditionalist. Yet Sophia had no interest in being financially dependent on him. That kind of life made her feel insecure. So she chose sales, firmly and decisively.
After all, they had only known each other for a week before getting married. Even though they had been married for six months, she still felt like she didn't really know him.
Just like that morning-he'd taken a phone call in the bathroom with the door shut. When he came out, his expression was unreadable, and then he left.
The client's inappropriate touches and suggestive words from tonight made her nauseous. Stumbling, she flagged down a cab, and the moment the door shut behind her, she drifted into a heavy, exhausted sleep.
A shriek of metal and a sudden jolt jerked her awake. The seatbelt yanked her backward, then rebound her into the seat.
"Miss, are you okay?" the panicked voice of the driver asked.
She instinctively touched her forehead, which throbbed with pain. Her fingers came away sticky and red. "I-I'm fine." she replied, trying to stay calm, though her voice quivered uncontrollably.
After getting out of the car, the cold wind chilled her to the bone. She sat down on a concrete block by the roadside. The world was still spinning slightly-but colder than her body, was her heart. She pulled out her phone, bit her lower lip, and with icy fingers typed a message: I was in a car accident.
Sent. Recipient: Ethan.
The screen dimmed. No reply. Like a stone thrown into the ocean.
A nearby police officer gestured toward the Rolls Royce that had hit them. "This gentleman will take you to the hospital."
Dazed, she got into the passenger seat. The man's profile was sharp, his aura cold and unapproachable.
"There's glass in your wound," he said suddenly, his voice like ice water.
Sophia blinked, then glanced at the vanity mirror. Tiny shards of glass were indeed embedded in the cut on her forehead.
"Oh. thanks for the heads-up." She lowered her gaze. "Sophia."
"Lucas Marshall," he replied, and said no more.
At the hospital, Lucas handled everything efficiently. Sophia checked her phone again-the chat with Ethan was still chillingly silent. She took a deep breath and called him directly.
Just as the call was about to go to voicemail, it connected.
"Hello?" she opened her mouth to speak-
"I'll call you later," his low voice said. There was background noise, then the line cut off cleanly.
Sophia stared at the darkened screen, her whole body cold. She didn't even get the chance to say, "I'm at the hospital."
Lucas handed her a gold-embossed business card. "Call me for the follow-up."
"No need. I can handle it myself." She rejected him flatly and walked toward the street, her back straight and independent.
"Still planning to take cabs alone?" Lucas's voice came from behind-not loud, but sharp, like a needle piercing through her forced calm.
"I'll drive you," he said, leaving no room for argument.
In the moonlight, her pale face and stubborn eyes formed a strangely fragile contrast. Lucas's gaze flickered. Suddenly, he reached out and brushed her hair.
"What are you doing!" she pushed him away, somewhat repulsed.
Feisty. Lucas's lips twitched slightly.
"Wait here. I'll get the car."
His departing figure was effortless. Soon, the car pulled up. Sophia got in. Silence stretched between them.
Lucas handed her his phone.
She looked at him, confused.
"Put in your number."
She refused. "I don't want to."
So stubborn. His eyes sharpened. "If you don't, how will I contact you about the compensation?"
Sophia noticed the business card box by the glove compartment. She pulled out a card and slipped it into her purse. "This is enough."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling slightly in amusement.
She got out of the car outside her apartment complex, thanked him politely, and walked into the building. The key turned in the lock. The door opened to a cold, pitch-black apartment and a silence that threatened to swallow her whole.
Ethan wasn't home. He hadn't come back all night.
She didn't know how she made it through the night. Six months ago, she had just escaped a suffocating family, clinging to this seemingly mature and stable man like a lifeline. But now, the so-called "harmonious" marriage felt laughably hollow.
The next day, she hid the bandage on her forehead beneath heavy bangs and went to work like nothing happened. By evening, the sun cast a golden glow over her desk when finally, her screen lit up.
Ethan was calling.
Chapter 1 Chapter 1 I'll Call You Later
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Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Truth or Dare
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Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Lipstick Stain
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Chapter 4 Chapter 4 What Are We
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Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Slap
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Chapter 6 Chapter 6 A Double Date
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Chapter 7 Chapter 7 His Choice
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Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Be Good
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Chapter 9 Chapter 9 How About Tonight
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Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The First Time He Lost Control
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Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Counterattack
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Chapter 12 Chapter 12 I can take care of you
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Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Lunch box
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Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Ethan at work
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Chapter 15 Chapter 15 It's great to have you
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Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Choose one of the two
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Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Where could she be
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Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Don't worry
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Chapter 19 Chapter 19 Lights
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Chapter 20 Chapter 20 I'm in love with you
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Chapter 21 Chapter 21 And then
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Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Let's get divorced
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Chapter 23 Chapter 23 She lost her temper
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Chapter 24 Chapter 24 Cannot be underestimated
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Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Let me tell you
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Chapter 26 Chapter 26 CEO
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Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Can't sleep
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Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Dinner
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Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Drunk
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Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Jealous
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Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Party
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Chapter 32 Chapter 32 An hour and another
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Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Kiss or hug
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Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Press conference
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Chapter 35 Chapter 35 No comment
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Chapter 36 Chapter 36 Alice
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Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Again
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Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Once you're better
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Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Don't push it
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Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Let it go
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