Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late
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Celine was a top negotiation expert in the police force, but she never imagined encountering her husband's assistant attempting suicide during a call to action.
She rushed to intervene, only to discover her husband's affair with the assistant.
To appease the assistant, her husband even tricked Celine into signing divorce papers.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Celine ultimately chose to divorce him and joined a secretive military boot camp, determined to sever all ties with the unfaithful man.
Yet, the jerk was left in utter regret!
Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late Chapter 1
Celine Fairmont was the top negotiation specialist in the police force. In ten years on the job, she had never failed a single case.
On one call, she found a young woman sitting on a windowsill, sobbing as she claimed her boss had taken advantage of her.
At a glance, Celine recognized her. It was Lydia Vale, her husband's personal assistant.
Celine's face went ashen, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Hey, don't do anything rash. Talk to me. Whatever it is, we'll help you."
The young woman glanced at Celine, then burst into louder sobs. "I told him I wouldn't be a mistress, but he forced me anyway! He took me home while I was drunk… I couldn't even get out of bed for three days and nights. I don't want to live anymore!"
She sniffled, yet not a single tear fell. If anything, there was a faint trace of… satisfaction on her face.
Celine was about to speak again when murmurs from the crowd caught her attention.
"Her again? I'm sick of this, even if she isn't."
"Exactly. She pulls this stunt every few days, always for ridiculous reasons. Last time, she said her boss insisted on giving her jewelry and it stressed her out so much she wanted to die. Before that, she claimed getting promoted to assistant made her a target at work. And yet she never actually goes through with it. Her boss shows up, and suddenly they're back to being all lovey-dovey. Honestly, who knows if she wants to die or just sleep her way to the top?"
As the words fell, a commotion broke out nearby.
Everyone turned, their expressions shifting into knowing looks.
Celine stood frozen, her nails digging deep into her palm.
Because the man stepping out of the car… was Adrian Lennox, her husband.
Bodyguards in black cleared the crowd. Adrian, dressed in a tailored suit, walked forward with a bouquet in hand.
His eyes were fixed only on Lydia on the windowsill. He didn't even notice Celine standing among the crowd.
"Baby, this is all my fault. I lost control. These are your favorite pink roses, and I've transferred a mansion into your name. Please forgive me."
The scene… looked almost like a proposal.
Standing there, Celine felt her heart sink to the very bottom.
After ten years of marriage, Celine had never known her husband could be this romantic.
But Lydia pouted, still looking dissatisfied. "I don't want your flowers or your gifts. You have a wife. I told you, I'm not going to be the other woman."
Adrian only smiled, completely unconcerned, and pulled out a stack of documents as if he had been expecting this.
"She's already signed the divorce papers. I'll have my assistant file them right away."
In that instant, Celine felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Divorce papers? When had she signed them?
Then it hit her. Three days ago, Adrian had said the company was facing cash flow issues and needed both their signatures for a loan.
She had been working nonstop for a week back then, so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. She hadn't even read what she signed.
And it turned out… she had signed divorce papers.
Even Lydia clearly hadn't expected Adrian to actually divorce for her.
She stood there in shock for a moment before rushing into his arms, her eyes reddening. "Adrian… would you really divorce for me?"
Adrian chuckled and ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent. "Silly girl. You're mine. How could I let you carry that kind of reputation?"
Only then did Lydia smile through her tears, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again and again.
"I love you so much. I won't cause trouble again…"
Adrian didn't stop her. He simply let her cling to him as he carried her away.
The onlookers, unsurprised, began to disperse.
Only Celine remained, trailing after them in a daze.
She needed to ask Adrian what all of this meant.
If he truly wanted a divorce, she would let him go. Why go behind her back like this?
Soon, Adrian placed Lydia into the car and shut the door.
Just as Celine was about to step forward, she saw Adrian hand the divorce papers to his assistant and speak in a low voice. "Take these and file them to the courthouse."
The assistant took them, hesitation flickering across his face. "Mr. Lennox, are you really going to divorce your wife? She's been with you for so many years… are you sure about this?"
Before he could finish, he sensed the shift in Adrian's mood and fell silent at once.
Adrian frowned, but instead of snapping, he did something rare and explained, "I'm not divorcing Celine. These papers are just for show. She may be rigid and dull, always buried in her work, but we grew up together. Our families go way back. There's no way we'd just split like that."
He glanced at Lydia in the car, making sure she hadn't noticed anything, then lowered his voice again. "I'm just calming Lydia down. Once she stops making a scene, I'll withdraw the papers. But until then, Celine must not find out."
There was a clear warning in his tone. The assistant immediately nodded.
Celine stood not far away, a hand clamped over her mouth, her blood turning ice-cold.
Tears slipped down her face, soaking into her clothes.
So this was what it felt like when pain ran so deep it made no sound.
She had grown up with Adrian. She had believed they would stay happy forever.
But it turned out… she had never truly known him.
She remembered their school days. She had always ranked first. Adrian had always come second.
Yet he had never been upset. Instead, he would proudly tell everyone that his girlfriend was the best.
After graduation, she chose to become a police officer. He had supported her completely, shielding her from pressure and letting her pursue what she wanted.
For ten years of marriage, he had been her anchor, supporting her as she chased her dreams.
When irregular meals during missions gave her stomach problems, he sought out specialists to treat her.
When she cried over a girl she couldn't save, he stayed up all night with her, talking her through it.
She never bothered with high-society circles, too busy with work. He handled the gossip for her.
He used to say, "Celine, with me, you only need to be yourself."
And now, all she was to him was rigid and dull.
So everything she had worked for, everything she dreamed of, meant nothing to him.
Her fingers tightened at the thought of those divorce papers.
Wasn't he so unwilling to let Lydia be the other woman?
Fine.
Then she would give him exactly what he wanted.
This marriage… she was ending it.
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Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.1
Evelyn's betrayal of her own sister ends up revealing a shocking truth.
Evelyn is pregnant with David's child-David, who is Steffy's husband, and Steffy is Evelyn's older sister. Confident that she will become the heir to the Willson family fortune, Evelyn secretly conducts a DNA test on Steffy and Hendri Willson.
But is the result of that DNA test truly valid? And what truth will ultimately come to light-one so shocking that it leaves everyone stunned?
7.5
While packing up her cheating ex-boyfriend's belongings, Giselle found an encrypted black smartphone hidden beneath his old textbooks.
Curiosity made her guess the passcode, only to uncover a horrifying secret.
Her ex had been using stolen lingerie photos of her beautiful roommate to catfish a man named "Oero" out of $1.5 million.
And Oero wasn't just a gullible sugar daddy. He was Dereck Campos, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire known for making his enemies permanently disappear.
The phone suddenly buzzed in her hand with a terrifying message.
"Don't be late. You know what happens when I'm kept waiting."
Giselle's blood ran cold. The lethal trap had snapped shut.
If she showed up, Dereck would see she wasn't the blonde in the photos and kill her.
If she ignored him, his private security would hunt her down anyway.
Her ex had drained the offshore accounts and fled, leaving her as the ultimate scapegoat to face a monster's wrath.
She was just a broke engineering student on a full scholarship.
She hadn't taken a single cent of that dirty money. Why should she pay with her life for a deadly scam she knew nothing about?
But Giselle wasn't going to just curl up and wait to die.
Her analytical mind kicked into overdrive. She sent him a voice note faking a severe illness, and deliberately refused his massive cash transfer to play the proud victim.
She was going to outsmart the most dangerous predator in New York, one calculated lie at a time.
9.3
On her wedding night at The Plaza Hotel, Clara went looking for her husband.
Instead, she found him in the dimly lit parking garage, passionately pinning down her bridesmaid.
She couldn't even scream or expose them. Just hours before the ceremony, Julian had tricked her into signing away her twenty percent shares of their co-founded company, leaving her completely penniless and unable to pay her grandmother's life-saving medical bills.
Fleeing in absolute despair, a sudden hotel blackout plunged her into a second nightmare. She was dragged into a pitch-black room and brutally violated by a heavily drugged stranger.
When a shattered Clara returned to the office to audit the books and reclaim her power, Julian demoted her to a dusty desk by the trash cans.
He flaunted his mistress in the executive suite and deliberately sent Clara into a horrifying trap. He arranged for vicious clients to drug and assault her, demanding high-definition blackmail photos so he could divorce her with absolutely nothing.
"Since you want to play rough, you can service Mr. Petrocelli tonight," the thug sneered, locking the VIP room door.
Clara was pushed to the brink of hell. Why was the man she devoted three years of her life to trying to destroy her so completely? And why did the freezing cedarwood scent of the stranger who ruined her in the dark perfectly match Conrad Vance, the ruthless CEO and Julian's untouchable uncle?
Rather than let Julian win, Clara smashed a glass bottle, held the jagged edge to her own throat to force the men back, and threw herself off the second-floor balcony into the freezing night.
But the bone-crushing impact never came. A massive figure shot out from the shadows and caught her, and her brutal counterattack finally began.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
8.8
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
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