Forgive the Knife, Not the Lie

Natalie Harrington never expected that less than a year after remarrying, Adrian Brown would cheat on her again. As the design director of Brown Group, she had worked late into the night once again. When she returned home, she saw the servants standing in a row at the foot of the stairs, blocking the way. The moment they spotted her, their faces turned deathly ashen. "Mrs. Brown... why are you back? Didn't Mr. Brown say you'd be working through the night and wouldn't be coming home? I... I'll go upstairs and ask him to come down." As the servant turned and went upstairs, Natalie heard the sounds coming from above. "Ah... that feels so good! Adrian, slow down, I can't take it..." "Go on. Louder. Natalie isn't home anyway. You can scream all you want." "You're so bad... ah!" Seeing Natalie's expressionless face, the servant asked nervously, "Mrs. Brown, I'll go tell Mr. Brown right away that you're back." "No need." Natalie turned and walked toward the dining room, her voice calm. "I'm hungry. Prepare a late-night meal for me." The servants were utterly shocked, not expecting her to remain so composed, unaware that she had already decided to divorce.

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"Mr. Brown…"

"You little tease…"

The filthy words reached Natalie's ears, abruptly cutting off her thoughts.

After taking a deep breath, she turned on the light anyway.

The moment the light came on, the man exploded in anger.

"Who is it? Didn't I say you weren't allowed to come in?"

"Adrian, don't stop… I'm just getting into it…"

"It's late. There are reporters outside. Ms. Bennett should leave as soon as possible."

The moment they heard Natalie's voice, the two inside froze completely.

Yana Bennett hurriedly got dressed and shrank behind Adrian, trembling.

"Miss Harrington… Mr. Brown and I, we…"

Natalie glanced at her once and said coldly, "I'll say it again. There are reporters outside. Ms. Bennett, leave immediately."

Otherwise, Brown Group's stock would take another hit tomorrow. Natalie was exhausted and no longer had the energy to manage it.

Seeing her, a flash of panic crossed Adrian's eyes.

"Natalie… why did you suddenly come back?"

Seeing how afraid he seemed of Natalie, Yana finished dressing resentfully and left.

After she left, Natalie immediately opened the windows.

When the cold wind swept away the nauseating smell in the room, she finally felt better.

Seeing her like this, the man behind her grew even more nervous.

"Natalie, I didn't want you to see this. Yana's been clinging to me for a year, and I endured it for a year. Tonight, I really couldn't hold back anymore… so it happened. You can hit me or scold me. I'll accept anything."

"Why would I hit you or scold you?" Natalie showed little reaction. She only asked the servants to come in and change the bedsheets.

Adrian was surprised, then secretly delighted.

"Natalie, you can accept this? Didn't you used to forbid other women from getting close to me? Why are you suddenly acting like you don't care? Are you mad at me?"

Natalie shook her head. "I'm not mad at you. I truly can accept it now."

"Natalie, you're amazing!"

He stepped forward, trying to pull Natalie into his arms.

She sidestepped him. "I'm tired. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

"Then tonight I—"

Adrian glanced downstairs. Yana's car was still parked by the back door, untouched.

Yana was tantalizing, and he wasn't done yet.

"Go ahead."

Natalie didn't stop him. She simply turned around and walked into the guest bedroom.

After watching Adrian get into Yana's car and leave, Natalie took out her phone and called her parents overseas.

"Dad, Mom, I'm divorcing Adrian. And this time, I will never remarry him."

"What happened, sweetheart? Didn't you just remarry not long ago? Why are you divorcing again?"

"He cheated." Natalie said.

"He cheated again? That ungrateful brat is trying to give us a heart attack! Whatever decision you make, we support you. Over the years, many of Brown Group's businesses came from the Harrington family. If you come back, our family will completely cut ties with the Brown family. Without you and our cooperation, would the Brown family be where they are today? Absolutely shameless."

"Dad, do whatever you think is best. I'll come over as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Natalie took out the photo album from the drawer.

In the photos, Adrian and Natalie looked no more than eighteen, yet they had already become the most important people in each other's lives.

But now, she no longer loved him.

That night, Natalie slept soundly.

After waking up early, she put on refined makeup and planned to go to the company to hand over her work before leaving Brown Group for good.

In the office, she was focused on organizing documents, preparing to hand them over to her assistant.

Her phone suddenly vibrated. Adrian had sent her a video.

It was a video of him and Yana fucking in the office, explicit enough to make anyone gasp.

"Mr. Brown, is Miss Harrington really like a corpse in bed?"

"What do you think? Rigid and boring—"

Natalie didn't need to guess who had sent the video.

She ignored it, set the phone aside, and continued organizing her work.

The office door was suddenly pushed open. Adrian rushed in, flustered. "Natalie, about that video just now, Yana didn't mean to send it to you. She just likes fooling around…"

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