Sucker For Love

The operating room was empty. Molly Yin's face scrunched up in disgust as the pungent smell of disinfectant entered her nostrils. She curled up on the bed, closing her eyes in pain.

Standing next to Molly Yin was her attending doctor, Rena.

Rena reached out her hand to hold Molly Yin's forehead, as if trying to comfort her. "The baby's gone," she said softly. "You should have an abortion for the sake of your health, but as long as you drink the medications we've given you, you can still have children after the recovery."

Molly Yin nodded, her chest heaving. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

However, the bitterness clung to her throat like dried glue.

She knew how important this unborn child was. Now that that child had gone, everything that she ever had would disappear.

Rena slowly helped Molly Yin sit up on the bed.

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from outside of the operating room. Although they couldn't see what was happening, they could hear a man's voice.

"Let me in! I'm her husband."

Molly Yin sighed, shaking her head. It turned out, he already knew.

"Do you want him to come in?" Rena whispered.

With a moment's hesitation, Molly Yin slowly nodded, paling. "I have to face him anyway, so I might as well rip the band aid." She coughed dryly.

When the door opened, her husband stomped into the room, shooting the doctor a hard glare.

As his gaze stopped at the woman on the operating bed, his heart sank.

He held Molly's arms. She could feel the sweat beading down his palms as he asked shakily, "Where's the child? Did you have an abortion?"

Molly raised the corners of her mouth into a cold smile as tears welled up in her eyes. There was no turning back now.

"I'm asking you!" the man roared in desperation.

"Where's my baby?"

Looking straight into his eyes, Molly clenched her fists. Her fingernails dug into her palms so hard that they were going to leave bloody marks.

Although she was in pain, she didn't really care.

"Yes. I had an abortion. Now that the baby's gone, we can divorce."

Molly needed her freedom. That was why she chose this path.

It was time to put an end to their loveless marriage.

She smiled.

Her love for him was already riddled with holes and tears. This was her last ditch strategy in order to end her marriage.

Walter Wu gaped at her. He didn't expect that his wife would be so cruel to have an abortion. "How dare you? Who gave you the right?"

he demanded.

If looks could kill, she would've already been six feet under. Molly didn't know whether to be ecstatic about that or be sad.

"What do you care? This is my decision and my decision alone. You weren't the one on the operating table,"

she snapped, glaring up at the man. Although she was weak from the abortion, a cocky smile slipped its way into her lips.

Her smiling face stabbed him right in the heart.

Molly's mother-in-law stomped into the operating room after hearing of Molly's abortion. She was aware that by the time she might get there, the baby would've already been gone, but a part of her had hoped differently.

The old lady pointed her shaky hand at Molly's flat stomach. "Did you kill my grandson?"

Molly already had a five-year-old daughter. Given her history, the child in her stomach wouldn't have an easy birth.

Rena tried to inform the lady several times of this request, but Molly stopped her.

As she didn't want to disrespect her mother-in-law, Molly sighed. "The child is gone. Let Walter sign the divorce agreement please."

Now, she could only hope that her in-laws could set her free.

The old woman was trembling with rage. She reached out her hand and slapped Molly right on the face. "You wicked bitch! You dare abort your son? Your own son? Even if Walter finds another woman, you can't threaten him with his own child! Are you even human?"

Since Walter Wu wasn't willing to lay a hand on his wife, his mother decided to do it herself!

Feeling the sharp pain exploding in her cheeks, Molly lowered her head and bit her lower lip. She tried her best not to cry in front of them.

The pain in her chest deepened.

Since his mistress was already pregnant, what reason did she have for keeping hers?

The situation in the operating room was tense. Before anyone could say a word, Molly's father-in-law came bursting inside the room. "Walter! Walter! She gave birth to a healthy baby boy!"

Hearing his voice, Molly and Walter Wu shivered. In the next second, Walter sprinted out of the ward.

The old lady was overjoyed. She sneered at Molly. "It seems God bless us with a son. You've already aborted, haven't you? It doesn't matter anymore. It's women like you who deserve to be dumped."

The old lady snorted as she stomped out of the operating room to see her grandson.

Looking at her mother-in-law's retreating figure, Molly turned to her doctor.

"That woman... She gave birth to a boy?" Her voice trembled at the end.

Rena refused to look at her in the eye. "Yes. The mistress was sent to the delivery room soon after you went into surgery."

Molly fell into silence. She stared at her red hands, taking a deep breath.

Seeing how sad she was, Rena placed a hand on her shoulder. "It doesn't matter. You're free now. Isn't that better?"

Dumbfounded, Molly slowly nodded her head.

"It's destiny I guess." Molly burst into dry laughter. "How ironic! The bitch actually gave birth to a boy, just what they all wanted."

Leaning back on her bed, she let the tears fall.

After the exhausting years of marriage, Molly was tired.

It was time to move on. Besides, ever since that woman had entered into their marriage, Molly already knew that she was meant to lose.

Three months ago...

According to the information she received from her best friend Fiona, Molly knew that her husband would be checking in the XX Hotel with a woman.

She knew the hotel by heart.

Every year on their wedding anniversary, they'd celebrate there.

They would have a fancy dinner and drink some red wine at the bar. After the celebration, they'd go back to their room to celebrate even further.

It was one week before their next wedding anniversary.

Turned out, her husband had surprised her yet again. It just wasn't the surprise that he intended for anyone to find out.

It seemed as if their seven-year marriage was doomed to end.

With her thoughts in disarray, Molly gripped onto the wheel and sped away to the hotel.

He was at the end of the corridor, in room 0414.

She was bottling up her anger really well as she stomped through the corridor. They'd have sex in that room every year, and now he brought his own mistress to the same room? Did he really want to disrespect her?

At the thought of this, a shiver went down Molly's spine.

Although the distance from the elevator to the end of the corridor wasn't so far, it felt as if she was walking through the Sahara Desert just to see her husband.

Wanting to confirm her friend's information, Molly rushed down the countless rooms.

At that moment, a man walked over to her with a camera in his hand. He was too busy checking the photos to see where he was going.

As they walked past one another, Molly accidentally knocked the camera over with her elbow.

With a loud bang, the camera toppled over to the floor.

She didn't stop. Instead she kept walking till she reached the respective room. Molly stared at the door number blankly as her hand trembled.

'Should I come in?

Or not?'

She hesitated for a few minutes now, trying to muster up the courage she needed to confront them.

If he was doing nothing inside the room, what was she going to say? What the hell was she going to say if they were doing something inside the room? Their room?

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, knocking her out of her thoughts.

Molly turned around, furrowing her eyebrows.

'Who is this man?' From the looks of him, they hadn't met before.

"Miss! You–" He was about to say what had happened – that she knocked over his camera and broke it.

The camera was filled with many important photos and memories, so he planned to ask her for compensation.

However, before he could even speak, Molly quickly interrupted him. "Which newspaper are you from? Don't you think you're doing something wrong? All you reporters do is scour other people's lives as if you have nothing more important to do! How about, instead of looking down here, you'd go outside and get some useful news! Ass," she snapped.

She looked at the man, giving him an once-over. He was tall and handsome. His dark suit vividly matched the color of his dark eyes.

Unlike her husband who was mature and attractive, this man looked young and fashionable, as if he'd just popped out of the runway.

His clean shaven face highlighted his impressive jawline and high cheekbones.

He was hot.

However, the second she saw the camera in his hand, she knew what was going to happen.

Molly sneered. "I didn't expect that the paparazzi would be this crazy! They can do whatever they want these days, huh? I'm telling you! You can't post them without my permission."

The first thought Molly had was to destroy all the pictures that he might have taken.

However, his mere presence made her even more sure that something was going on inside the room.

Given that a reporter was here, it must've been some news worthy.

Her husband was the CEO of the largest entertainment company in the country. Although she was heartbroken, she couldn't help but be upset over the reporter's presence.

She knew for a fact that there were thousands of reporters just waiting for her husband to take a misstep. As his wife, it was Molly's job to maintain his reputation, and that meant dealing with these nasty reporters.

Seeing Molly sneer at him, the man raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

'What the hell is she saying?'

He was Greyson Mu, the young master of the largest energy group in America! He was also a well-known photographer, having worked with many fashion magazines and famous studios. However, it seemed that he wasn't famous enough, given that the woman had just mistaken him for a reporter.

Greyson Mu was about to respond, but Molly didn't give him a chance. She grabbed the camera and threw it onto the ground. "It's impossible for you to take any photos again," she snapped, stepping on the screen.

His jaw dropped, and he clenched his fists.

However, their loud argument had just disturbed the couple inside the room. The door of room 0414 was suddenly pushed open. Molly's husband, Walter, walked out with a woman in his arms.

The sound of her high heels clicking onto the surface made Molly froze. Her husband and his mistress were already standing behind her, and she had absolutely no way of getting out of this mess.

However, Walter couldn't see her face clearly.

Seeing the fuming man in front of her, Molly had no choice but to throw herself into his arms, burying her face into his chest.

Greyson stiffened, smelling the jasmine scent that emitted from her body.

'What the hell is she trying to do?'

All of a sudden, she raised her head. He could see her bloodshot eyes and trembling lips.

His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the man and woman coming out of the room. Looking back to her throwing his camera on the ground, he was finally able to piece things together.

She came here to catch an affair!

Without saying anything, Greyson played along and lowered his head.

Walter glanced at the man and woman outside of the corridor, taking them as a young couple. However, the woman in the man's arms looked extremely familiar.

"Honey! You're overthinking things. I've told you it's okay. They were just having a fight. Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that your wife will come? Don't worry. Besides, she trusts you, right? She wouldn't assume you're cheating on her."

The woman rubbed against Walter's body, groaning coquettishly.

Molly's eyes widened at the voice.

The woman just called him 'honey'! How long were they together?

Molly clenched her fists. How could her husband do such a thing?

Noticing that the young couple outside the hallway weren't his acquaintances, Walter relaxed his shoulders. He turned to his lover, grabbing her waist.

She moaned at his grasp, throwing her arms around his neck. "Speaking of your wife, when are you going to divorce her? You know I can't just be your mistress all my life," she whispered, pouting.

'I also have the right to live happily,' the woman thought.

She knew for a fact that what she'd done was normally looked down upon by society, and if the world were to know, she wouldn't be respected. Her dignity would go down the drain.

However, she already lost and sacrificed so much for this relationship. If Walter wouldn't turn her into his wife, it would all be for nothing.

Molly's heart pounded at what the mistress had just said. With a shudder, she collapsed into Greyson's arms even more. It was as if her mind had just stopped functioning, but she tried to keep herself together as she waited for her husband's response.

'Would you divorce me, Walter?

Please say no,'

Molly thought as she clenched her fists.

'Divorce her?'

Walter had never thought of that before.

Although the woman was sexy and enchanting,

Molly was still his wife. They already had a five-year-old daughter, plus, she was already pregnant with another child.

Why would he abandon such a perfect family?

He knew for a fact that he'd never leave such a perfect family, but in order to calm the woman in front of him, he smiled easily. "Of course, I'll talk with her," he replied affectionately. "But you know that she's pregnant now. I'll tell her about the divorce when the time is right, okay?"

Although Molly couldn't see the expression on Walter's face,

she could tell from his voice that he adored the woman very much.

However, his answer was like a stab to her heart.

After a while, Walter and his mistress finally walked out of the room. Molly forced herself to calm down, but her heart was beating so fast that it felt as if her whole head was spinning.

She reached out to hold the railing, squeezing her eyes shut.

Tears streamed down her face.

'What the hell did I do to deserve this?' she thought. 'How can I save this marriage?'

As a sense of panic entered Molly's face, she suddenly stumbled up and chased after her husband's retreating figure, paying no attention to Greyson.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Greyson yelled out.

Molly hurried out of the hotel, but her husband was nowhere in sight. It seemed that they had already left.

She walked around the swimming pool, feeling her limbs going weak. She didn't know what to do anymore, or what her plans were in the future.

However, she knew for a fact that she wasn't going home tonight, especially not with that man in the house!

Her heart hurt so much that she could hardly breathe.

Greyson finally caught up with the woman, holding onto his camera.

"Excuse me, Miss,"

he started.

Molly turned around. She was about to open her mouth, but due to the experience she just had, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell into the swimming pool.

The piercing coldness filled her body.

Although the weather was warm and humid, it felt as if she were swimming in the Arctic Ocean. It didn't help that she was pregnant.

Greyson's eyes widened at the sight. Without another thought, he threw the camera onto the pavements before jumping directly into the pool with no hesitation.

When he finally carried her onto solid land, Molly was already unconscious.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

However, no matter how much he called her, Molly still wasn't responding.

Given the urgency of the situation, he had no choice but to bring her back to his room.

At that moment, Ashley, his assistant, was still working in his room.

The model they collaborated with for the shoot had just left, and the sexy undergarments that she modeled on were scattered all over the bed.

When she saw Greyson come back with a woman in his arms, Ashley frowned. "Didn't you go to the studio? Why did you bring a woman here?"

"I saw her in the corridor. She fell into the water, and I can't just leave her alone." He waved his hands exasperatedly. "Come and help me!"

Greyson placed Molly on the bed. Ashley set aside her work and walked up to him, face still flushed from the situation.

"It's... This is..."

Seeing the drenched woman, Ashley was in a dilemma.

"There are no clothes for her to wear," she finally said.

Greyson immediately pulled out a pair of undergarments for her. "Help her change. I'll call room service to change the bed," he ordered.

"But... these are just samples. We're going to have to return them,"

she reminded. Moreover, all these clothes were from international brands. Just the price of one underwear alone could blow off the charts.

If she really helped this woman, where would she get the money to pay the manufacturers?

Greyson didn't waste any time as he pulled out dozens of bills from his wallet. "I'll pay for her, and I'll also explain to the brand manager. Just help her now."

The frown on her face deepened. 'Greyson's never short on money, but when the hell did he decide to become Robin Hood?'

Seeing that she had no other choice, Ashley quickly followed his order.

Without another word, she carefully took a towel and wrapped it around the woman's body.

A few minutes later, the room service finally arrived to change the bedding. Once that was done, Greyson carefully carried Molly to bed.

Seeing that she was still unconscious, he didn't leave.

"Go back to the studio," he ordered. "I'll handle things here."

"She's a stranger," Ashley protested. "Why are you being so kind to her? We need these photos processed by tomorrow. Don't you remember?"

Greyson waved his hand, shooting her a sharp look. "Go back first."

"But," she started.

Greyson turned to look at her. Although his face was calm, his eyes were cold, as if daring her to say anything else.

Ashley took it as a sign to leave.

Finally, they were alone.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing the attractive woman lying in front of him.

Although she was a married woman, he couldn't help but be interested in her.

Greyson took out his phone and took several pictures of her, making sure to capture her angles perfectly.

As an internationally well-known photographer, he didn't take pictures of just 'anybody',

but he didn't know why he felt the need to take a picture of her.

After a few minutes, the woman finally shifted. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Lowering his head, Greyson eyed her intently. 'What would she feel about this?' he thought.

"Um..."

She made an uncomfortable noise as she twisted over the bed.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

Her watery eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. However, there was something about them that screamed delicate and fragile, yet her steely gaze told him another story.

The afternoon glow of the sun highlighted her creamy skin perfectly, shadowing the angles of her face. She looked special. It took everything in him to not grab his phone and take more pictures of her.

"You're finally awake."

Greyson's voice sounded like a waterfall, strong yet calming.

However, it made Molly break in cold sweat.

"Where am I?" she snapped, panicking.

'Where am I?

Why is he here? Who is he?'

Her mind raced with possibilities as she glanced around the room. She needed to leave as soon as possible.

Ignoring Greyson's explanation, Molly stood up.

However, as soon as she stood, the bath towel that wrapped around her body fell. Her flimsy underwear could be seen.

Molly froze as her fingers twitched. Without another thought, she shrieked so loud that even the heavens could hear her.