My Remarried Wife Is in Demand

After a long, harsh winter, it was spring again. As a night breeze blew in through the slightly opened window, it flapped the lilac velvet curtains and brought a roomful of chill.

Sara White sat up panting on the bed, her forehead wet by cold sweat and her comely face as white as paper.

Tightly, she clasped the quilt with her slender fingers, her red eyes moist with painful tears. It had been three years since that night, but the terrifying scene kept haunting in the dreams. After calming herself down, she closed her eyes again.

In the morning, the phone ringing awakened the woman on the bed. "Sara, it's your wedding anniversary with Kent today. You should grasp this opportunity. Grandpa wants to have a great-grandson." Elliott Fitch, in his 60s, sounded spirited in his voice. He was the only person who was nice to Sara in the Fitch's. But thinking of Kent Fitch, she felt mixed emotions.

Handsome and capable, Kent was the only successor in the Fitch's, running a huge international jewelry enterprise. His one casual stamp was enough to make the whole industry tremble violently.

He was a success in all aspects except for the marriage with her, as he said.

She closed her eyes sadly and replied, "I see, grandpa." Carefully, she hid her disappointment and frustration in her heart.

"Good girl, I've prepared a gift for you. Someone will send it to you after a while." Soon after she hung up the phone, she received a package. She opened it and found a sexy pink lace nightdress. With a wry smile, she put a hand on her forehead.

What a naughty old man...

Unlike other elders, Elliott was very open-minded. After Kent and she got married, Elliott bought them a duplex in Firmiana Garden, the most expensive community in the city. He said that they could enjoy sweet moments without disturbance there and only needed to visit him on the weekend.

But he didn't know Kent had never gone to this house during these three years. If she wanted to meet him, she could only go to the Fitch's, read newspapers and magazines, or watch TV. But now, she didn't want to let Elliott down or keep waiting anymore, so she finally nerved herself to call Kent.

The ringing lasted for a long time. When she thought no one would answer the phone, she heard a gentle voice, "Hello, I'm Mr. Fitch's assistant Isaac Walker. May I have your name? Would you like to leave a message?"

"Hi, I'm Sara White. Please tell him I'll go to the company this morning."

After baking some delicate snacks, she put the baby-blue shirt bought several days ago into a paper bag, wore light makeup, and put on a white dress. Nervously and expectantly, she went out of the door.

After a while, she arrived at the CEO's office in MC International Jewelry Enterprise. Biting her lower lip subconsciously, she gazed at the man who had been signing the documents without looking up at her. In a slightly hoarse voice, she said, "Kent, grandpa said..." But just then, the office door was pushed open.

A sexy figure came into Sara's view and sat on Kent's lap boldly. "Honey, didn't you promise to dine with me? I've waited long for you outside..."

A faint smile climbed on his face. "Isn't it enough to give you a whole night?"

"Really? Where are you taking me tonight?" The woman threw her arms around his neck gaily and landed a heavy kiss on his lips.

The woman left the office with a triumphant smile!

Since Sara stepped into this office, she had been like a transparent person. Seeing his husband flirt with another woman, she could do nothing but stand still there. Eyes closed, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails pressed against her palms, but she didn't feel hurt at all. She was almost suffocated.

With a cold glance at her, Kent resumed indifference in his voice. "Why did you come here?"

She took a deep breath and replied hoarsely, "Today is our wedding anniversary."

He raised a brow. "So?"

She didn't know how to reply.

Getting no response, he rose and walked up to her. Pinching her chin with a hand, he said satirically, "Are you reminding me that you shared the bed with another man on our wedding night?"

Her face suddenly turned terribly pale. Even if she was the victim, she was never forgiven.

"Disgusting woman!" His eyes were filled with aversion and coldness. "But even if you were still a virgin, I would still not bother to touch you. Now that you want to be Mrs. Fitch, I can give you this title. But don't imagine that you can obtain more from me! Get out!" He loosened his grip and gave her a hard push, making her stumble and fall onto the ground.

She felt a surge of anguish as if her heart was clenched by a devil's hand. Forcing her tears back, she climbed up from the ground and left awkwardly.

When she came to the hall downstairs, Isaac caught up with her and handed the bag with the snacks and the shirt to her. Softly, he said, "Mr. Fitch asked you not to come here again." Seeing her pale face and watery eyes, he had a trace of sympathy across his eyes.

She nodded and ran fast away before her tears rolled down.

In the noisy Charm Bar, men and women were drinking and dancing under the dim light.

Sara sat at the bar, gulping strong Whiskey glasses after glasses. "Sara, that jackass hurt your heart again?" After finishing her pole dancing, Nancy Moon walked over. Seeing Sara's red cheeks, Nancy took away her glass with a frown. After staring at Nancy's charming face for a while, Sara suddenly buried her head against Nancy's shoulder and began sobbing. "Nancy, have I done anything wrong? I just love a man who doesn't love me, but I've never forced him to marry me. It was he who asked me to be his wife. Why is he so cruel to me now..." Why had she been offended by a stranger on her wedding night? She hadn't even seen his face clearly!

Nancy patted her friend's shoulder and said with slight anger, "He's too blind! Sara, you're the best woman in the world. If you feel unhappy, just divorce him."

"Divorce him?" Sara shook her head. "I can't let grandpa down..."

"Stupid girl, don't you understand? Kent Fitch won't like you. His speed of changing a lover is faster than that of changing clothes..."

"Nancy, please don't say that. I'm so tired!"

Nancy drove her drunken friend to Firmiana Garden. When they were about to go upstairs, Nancy's phone rang. The manager said a customer wanted her to lead a dance.

Sara raised her head from Nancy's shoulder, pushed her away softly, and said with a giggle, "I'm not drunk... Go back to work... I can go upstairs by myself..."

"I'll send you back first." When Nancy wanted to approach Sara, she was pushed back again. "No, no, I can manage it..." Then, Sara walked tottering into the apartment and closed the glass door.

Helplessly, Nancy shouted at her back, "Call me anytime!"

"Okay..."

The duplex was on the top floor of the building. There were only two units, but Sara had never seen her neighbor since she moved here.

With a heavy head, she stumbled back home and rushed to the toilet to vomit. Then, she went to her bedroom and took out the sexy nightdress.

Putting on it, she smiled at the thin but curvaceous woman in the mirror.

She had a comely oval face, tender fair skin, and a blush on her snowy cheeks. Actually, she was prettier than the woman sitting on Kent's lap today...

Did he detest her just because she had lost her virginity that night? No, she knew it was merely an excuse – he had never loved her. But why did she still like him?

Since she was a little girl, she had been told that she would be Kent Fitch's wife. And he was also an excellent man, the best she had ever met.

When he told her he loved someone else, she gave him the freedom and wished him well. But then, he came back to her and even proposed to her. She thought he began to care about her, but their marriage proved a big failure!

At this moment, she ran outdoors and sat on the ground, her eyes fixed on the quiet elevator door. How she wished she could see his figure here!

She did so every day, just like a fool. Even though it was in vain, she kept waiting and waiting...

Having drunk too much, she felt twitches in her temples and a splitting headache. Slowly, she drifted into sleep.

Some time after she fell asleep, the elevator came to a halt with a loud "ding". Then, the door was opened.

A tall man walked out from inside gracefully.

He was wearing a handmade black suit, his hands put in the pockets of his pants. There was a touch of tiredness between his sharp eyebrows, but that didn't reduce his handsomeness a bit.

When he came to the other unit and was about to enter the password, a hoarse, surprised voice came from behind him, "Kent, you're back?"

His pretty brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't bother to look back.

Swiftly, he entered the password and opened the door. Just then, a slender figure broke in.

"Kent, you still care about me, right?" As two soft arms encircled his waist from behind, the man narrowed his dangerous eyes slightly.

"I'm not him!" A low, deep voice generated through his throat appeared magnetic in this night.

Sara didn't mind his coldness at all; she had got used to it. With a giggle, she held him even more tightly. "You're him... You're my husband..."

She murmured as she felt his warmth. The man rubbed the point between his eyebrows and forced her arms away from his waist.

"I'm not him!" he repeated in a tone that was frigid and a little impatient.

When he wanted to drag her out of the door, she waved off his hand with strength. Then, she threw her arms around his neck like a koala and clung closely to him.

"Why don't you accept me? It wasn't my fault that night. It wasn't my fault..." She looked up at him with her red, watery eyes.

Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips clumsily.