My husband, Liam, recently took in a young woman who wasn't very well-behaved. He spoiled her so much she forgot her place and actually came causing trouble right in front of me. The girl's eyes were bright, and she stubbornly refused to call me "Mrs. Sterling": "Miss Reed, in love, the one who isn't loved is the real third wheel." I smiled, reached out a slender finger, and forcefully yanked the pearl earring from her ear. Drops of blood instantly bloomed on her earlobe. Behind us, Liam appeared, his jaw tight. Chloe just stood there with red eyes: "Mr. Sterling, please don't be angry. Miss Reed probably didn't mean it." Liam just took my hand, blowing on it gently: "Abby, does your hand hurt?" Chloe stared at him in disbelief as a large tear rolled down her cheek. And I just offered a faint smile. 1 Chloe was taken away by Liam's secretary. She seemed to have a thousand things to say, probably not understanding how the man who had been somewhat gentle with her yesterday could turn like this today. Liam's affection for me wasn't entirely fake. He noticed a faint, barely visible mark on my finger and kissed it repeatedly. "Abby, a woman like that isn't worth dirtying your own hands," he said, a hint of disapproval in his dark eyes. I looked at Liam, my expression normal. I wasn't surprised by his actions. We were childhood sweethearts, growing up together. By nature, he wasn't a particularly docile person, yet he was always tolerant and considerate of me. In prominent, old-money families like ours, rotting marriages are everywhere. But he was the one I had actively chosen. Even when we got married, my best friend, Serena, was endlessly envious. After all, when people reach a certain status, they view basic moral constraints with cold indifference. Liam was genuine toward me. Serena said that in elite families, fidelity is often viewed as a weakness. When wealth expands to a certain level, expecting a man to remain forever faithful is truly rare. For many arranged marriages between powerful families, maintaining a facade of peace is already an achievement. But Serena had seen how Liam served me food, seen how he unknowingly smiled just at the mention of me. He truly cared for me. But his care wasn't one hundred percent. In his position, not having beautiful women swarming around him would be abnormal. The few "understanding companions" Liam occasionally kept were nothing in Serena's eyes. It was just too common. It seems that when corruption becomes the norm, innocence becomes the anomaly. 2 Dinner was cooked by Liam. For a young, successful man like him to be willing to cook was truly rare. Even my usually picky mother was full of praise. They all seemed to envy me for having the vast majority of Liam's love and his complete tolerance. I only had to frown, and Liam could make whatever I disliked disappear forever. He carefully cut my steak for me, and I lowered my eyes, taking small, slow bites. His phone kept lighting up. I instinctively reached for it, and he, thinking I wanted the wine from his glass, thoughtfully handed it to me. When he saw I was reaching for his phone, he just smiled, picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, and then handed the phone to me. "Wife, it's rare for you to check up on me." The smile in his eyes was genuine. Liam never really hid his "understanding companions" from me. It was probably because the men around him behaved far worse than he did. He gave his wife total respect, consideration, and always put me first. Moreover, even my own parents each had their own separate lives outside. I knew for a fact they had several illegitimate children. My mother didn't have a son, so she chose a relatively decent illegitimate son to inherit the family business. He respected my mother and was quite protective of me, his sister. In old-money families, fidelity is a joke. No matter how gentle the surface appears, the bones are rotten. I unlocked the phone. I couldn't find Chloe anymore. I understood; after offending me, Liam wouldn't let her off easily. Scrolling further down, I saw Mia. She had been by Liam's side for a while now. I had heard of her—a submissive, obedient type. When she saw me, she acted like a frightened quail. She kept her head as low as possible. Liam was very satisfied with her tactfulness, so she was getting good resources now. A few days ago, I even saw her at a jewelry exhibition. I attended as Mrs. Sterling. Liam sat to my right, and Mia, wearing a diamond necklace, sat opposite us, essentially displaying that necklace to me. I glanced at it a couple of times, and Liam bought it. Mia thanked me softly. She was very tactful, didn't stay long, and certainly didn't flaunt her status in my face. That night, Liam even sensed my displeasure and whispered in my ear, "Don't like her? I'll swap her for someone else right away." The affection in his eyes was real. Whatever I disliked, he could discard. I smiled, my eyes curving. "Liam, aren't you being a bit too sensitive?" Ever since we were little, I called him by his full name. When we were young, I would sit behind him on his bike, the wind blowing his shirt like a sail, and I would press my cheek against his back. It smelled like sunshine. It was the fluttering of a young heart. It was the budding of love. Liam patted my hand. The lighting was dim, but his tone was sweet: "Abby, I often think about the path we've walked together." I didn't say a word, just stared silently into the distance. 3 That night, Liam didn't sleep beside me. He said he had business at the company. I properly straightened his clothes and watched him leave. Not long after, Serena called: "Hey, I think I saw your Liam. He's with my bastard husband. I heard they ordered quite a few escorts, but don't worry, your Liam doesn't play that wild; it's usually just one-on-one." In the dark, I turned on the lamp: "And how many male models did you order?" Serena burst out laughing: "I used to invite you out, but you're an outlier. You hate this stuff and don't understand the fun of it. Abby, you need to broaden your horizons. It's better when husbands and wives play together. If one stays strictly faithful, it just leads to frustration." I remained silent. Her voice continued: "Abby, I know what you want. But you have to realize, when you reach a certain level, women swarm these men, and they're surrounded by flattery and sycophants. It's too hard to stay clean." "I haven't stayed clean," I said quietly. Serena let out a sound of surprise, sounding very interested: "You're keeping someone too? Who is it? Tell me." I was just about to speak when I heard the sound of the front door unlocking. I smiled and hung up the phone abruptly. 4 I stood at the landing of the stairs, looking toward the door. Elias, dressed in simple, clean clothes, familiarly turned on the light, took off his shoes, and walked inside. The young man had gentle features. Seeing me, he offered a shy smile and made a gesture with his hands. I met Elias on a rainy day, right after I found out Liam was seeing someone else. I was sitting on the bench at a bus stop, the rain mixing with my tears, dripping down continuously. When you love someone, you use all your strength, leading to possessiveness. Suddenly hearing about his infidelity, no matter how good your temper usually is, jealousy spreads through your entire body. But I had seen too much of this. My friends, relatives, and parents had all set very bad examples for me. When they talked about these things, they didn't even take it to heart. For a long time, I felt like I was the freak. Even Serena, who understood me best, looked at my depressed state with sheer bewilderment: "Abby, the Sterling family is valued at over thirty billion, and Liam is the standout among them. With a status like that, it's unrealistic for him not to have a few women hovering around." Everyone told me to relax, that Liam was just lacking in fidelity, and that it was a harmless flaw. But I suppressed my pain, not daring to show it, because I had seen how pathetic my mother looked. Vases shattered all over the floor; the torment made my usually gentle mother somewhat unhinged. Later, she frequently sought comfort outside too. At first, it was out of revenge, but later, it became an addiction. With a look of lust in her eyes, she told me that when you can't fight it, you just have to go with the flow. Elias, holding an umbrella, appeared in front of me. The young man was very tall, his knuckles smooth like jade. When he smiled, dimples appeared on his cheeks. I looked up and told him to get lost. But he seemed not to hear me. He just tried to hand the umbrella to me. I poured all my unvented anger into the most vicious words directed at this stranger, but Elias only looked at me with a calm face. His eyes were as vast and accepting as the ocean. After a long while, he looked down at his phone and typed a sentence: [I'm sorry, I sent my hearing aids in for repair today. I can't hear what you're saying.] He smiled, his eyes curving like crescent moons. The words got stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down. I felt ashamed. I had actually vented my anger on such a gentle boy. We met again in a university lecture hall. I was invited as a successful alumna to speak about the ups and downs of life. During the ribbon-cutting ceremony, I saw him. As an outstanding student, he took a photo with me. Surprisingly, when I received that photo from my assistant, the boy's features were gentle, radiant like stars and the moon. I don't know what I was thinking, but I had my assistant send him a pair of high-end hearing aids. 5 While I was lost in thought, Elias, wearing a backpack, tapped on my car window. My assistant looked displeased, but I told her to shut up. The young man smiled and handed the expensive hearing aids back to me: "Hello, this belongs to you." He looked at me calmly, and in that moment, I suddenly realized he had already forgotten that I was the pathetic woman in the heavy rain that day. After that, I frequently appeared near Elias. At first, I didn't plan to do anything. It was probably just because people this pure rarely appeared around me. Maybe when money reaches a certain amount, life becomes truly boring, and you want to find some amusement. During that time, Liam found his second "understanding companion"—a girl who dared to love and hate, bright and sunny. He was probably just enjoying the novelty of it and was so caught up in his pleasure that I rarely saw him. He even slipped up in front of me several times. I suppressed my anger, eating and watching TV in silence. Liam would pat my hair: "But Abby, the path we've walked together is ultimately different." Of course, I understood the meaning of those words, and I knew he meant it sincerely. After all, my relationship with him was indeed different. I never doubted his sincerity toward me. We were from equally matched families, both proud. In a secluded grassy field, I had spontaneously kicked off my heels and danced under the moonlight. He good-naturedly held my shoes, his eyes filled with nothing but my image. At our grand wedding, he said he would love me forever, but he didn't say he would only love me forever. 6 Elias was reserved and strictly followed the rules. Before I even realized it, I suddenly noticed he had developed feelings for me. Because every time I spoke to him, the tips of his ears would turn bright red. Sometimes I couldn't help but laugh and asked if he wanted to listen to me play the piano. At that time, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. On the tree-lined campus path, students walked in twos and threes. I walked a long way with him. The hill behind the school was next to the train tracks, and cargo trains always passed by. That day, under the setting sun, the light flowed across his cheeks. Behind us was the deafening roar of the train. Elias touched my hand, seemingly afraid I would be startled by the noise. He reached out and covered my ears. His fingertips were warm. Right at that moment, the boy opened his lips and said a sentence. I asked him what he said, but he didn't make a sound. Later, sitting in the car as it drove toward the residential enclave, I rested my hand against my forehead and suddenly smiled. Actually, after knowing Elias for a while, I had learned sign language and lip-reading. If I wasn't mistaken, what Elias said then was, "I like you." The boy's love was earnest, but I felt despicable. He didn't even know I was already married. Someone like him, bright and clean as the moon, could never understand the unspoken games played within elite families. 7 For a long time, Elias knew I suffered from insomnia at night, so he would take a cab to my house to read me stories. I didn't cross any physical boundaries with him. Sometimes I even felt a bit self-destructive. I didn't erase Liam's presence from the house, but interestingly enough, Liam's footprint in this house wasn't that significant anyway. He was probably having too much fun outside, and later, while I maintained a calm facade, I had already distanced myself emotionally. Just like today, Elias read me a fairy tale as usual. I was raised by nannies when I was little. My parents' love was there, but it didn't feel deep. The classmates at my international school started competing with each other at age eight. My overly premature entry into adult life meant I wasn't really exposed to fairy tales. I blinked and asked Elias: "So, the huntsman wanted to kill Snow White, but in the end, he let her go. Would Snow White forgive the huntsman?" He was used to answering my questions every day, so he wasn't surprised. Without a moment's hesitation, he answered directly: "She would." "Why?" I asked him back. "If I were Snow White, I would never forgive. The person who wanted to kill me should burn in hell forever, never seeing the light of day." "But why shouldn't someone who realizes their mistake and turns back be forgiven?" he said from half a meter away. I don't know what I was thinking in that moment. Since birth, I had never really cared about anything involving money. People around me flattered me, sought my favor; I had my own circle. Some people behaved recklessly, wildly, and even played some very intense games. Although I didn't participate, I had seen so much of it that for a long time, I was used to it. I suddenly stood up, tilted my head, and kissed Elias on the cheek. His snow-white skin instantly turned beet red. His eyes shone with unshed tears as he blinked his large eyes: "Abby... Abby..." My chest filled with a warm sensation: "Elias, do you like me?" Even the boy's neck turned bright red.
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