Proposal Day Heist: Eloping With the Enemy

After getting together with Scott, I asked him to take me to a place where no one knew us, using the excuse of preventing any harassment from Kieran.

This time, I changed phones and swapped out my SIM card. I even had a fake identity card made and moved into a new city under that identity.

Kieran completely disappeared from my life for a long time.

I lived happily together with Scott. Although we hadn't built up an emotional foundation, Scott and Kieran were two completely different people.

Scott fully respected me. I could wear whatever clothes I liked, eat whatever food I enjoyed, and position myself however I preferred.

The only similarity between them was that Scott didn't need to go to work either. He would have fun alongside me every day.

I couldn't resist asking him, "Why don't you have to go to work, Scottie?"

Scott, who was holding me in his arms, was visibly startled. He hesitated to reply.

Perhaps because I'd been traumatized by Kieran in my previous life, I was afraid to infuriate Scott, so I hurriedly added, "I-I don't mean to urge you to go out and work! I've only asked out of curiosity!"

Scott didn't speak for a long time. Then, he suddenly reached out toward me. I reflexively shrank back and braced myself for a beating, but he simply ruffled my hair instead.

"How will I earn the money to support you if I don't work, silly?" he asked affectionately.

I was surprised that he hadn't hit me, but then I acknowledged that there weren't many twisted people like Kieran in the world.

Scott treated me so well, yet I was actually comparing him to a devil like Kieran.

I proceeded to ask, "In that case, how do you find the time to work when you're with me every day?"

"Come on. I'll show you," he said.

Scott stood up, took my hand, and led me to the computer in his study.

The computer was displaying an array of real-time data. There were at least a few hundred data columns of varying sizes on the screen. This was probably Scott's job.

I was very interested in the title of the data array. "Women's studies?"

"That's right. I'm an investor behind a women's studies research institute. The researchers bring in a lot of profit, and I can earn dividends without going to the institute myself," explained Scott.

He shut off the computer before putting his arms around my shoulders.

"Isn't it nice that I can spend every day at home with you, Linnie?" he asked in confusion.

I smiled. "It is! Of course it is!"

What was not to like about a wealthy and handsome boyfriend who could make money without leaving the house?

I gently pushed him away and ran into the kitchen with a smile. "I'll cook for you!"

It was Scott's birthday today, and I wanted to make him a unique birthday cake.

I flipped open a cake-making tutorial book and followed the instructions step by step, carefully portioning the ingredients.

At first, I thought that with my cooking skills, I didn't even need to read such tutorials. In fact, I could probably teach these master chefs myself.

However, Kieran never once let me cook or touch anything oily in the two years I was married to him. It was as if I were really a doll who couldn't take care of myself. As a result, my cooking skills had grown rusty.

Soon, I mixed the batter, greased the pan, and put the mixture in the oven to bake. Then I started whipping the cream before pouring it into a piping bag.

A few hours later, I finally completed the one-of-a-kind birthday cake. However, it looked rather empty on top, so I figured it might be missing a few cherries.

As I was leaving the house with my purse to buy some cherries, I saw Kieran at the door.

To be precise, I saw Scott and Kieran standing face-to-face at the door, smiling happily at each other.

Weren't they arch-enemies?

"How's Linda been recently? Has she made any fuss?" Kieran asked Scott in the most easygoing tone I'd ever heard from him.

He'd certainly treated me very well back when I first got married to him. He would speak to me very gently, but it never felt genuine. Yet, he sounded so natural as he spoke to Scott today.

Just then, Kieran noticed me. "Linda?"