The Abandoned Wife's Glamorous Return As A Global Star

Trevor Blake's heated lips trailed relentlessly over Elyse Lambert's skin, grazing from her neck to her shoulders, then lower, inch by inch, until he reached the base of her spine.

The sensation blurred the line between pain and pleasure, a prickling numbness that gradually spread through her entire body. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. "Trevor..."

Trevor was as unrestrained as ever, panting heavily, his hot breath fanning against the side of her neck like a predator closing in.

Then, the sudden sharp noise shattered everything. Elyse jolted awake, her mind foggy as reality rushed back in-she was still in the bar.

A voice rang out, firm and authoritative. "Everyone stay where you are! Routine inspection!"

The remnants of her vivid, intimate dream dissolved instantly, leaving behind a trace of irritation in her eyes as Elyse blinked awake.

But in the next moment, her gaze locked onto a figure entering from the doorway, backlit by the harsh light outside.

Trevor stood there. His features were rigid, his expression unreadable beneath the authority of his uniform. There was a coldness about him, something distant and unapproachable that seemed to fill the entire room.

"Captain Blake, your wife is here," someone beside him murmured carefully.

Trevor's eyes narrowed slightly. After a brief pause, his lips parted. "Go ahead and inspect everyone," he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth.

After a few seconds of shock, Elyse pushed herself upright from the sofa. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing her figure beneath.

She was wearing a long, delicate dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline-elegant and eye-catching-but the curve of her lips held nothing but a faint, mocking smile.

A month of silence between her and Trevor, and this was how they met again-during a crackdown on illegal activities, with her sitting right in the middle of it.

Trevor's subordinates were careful, keeping their eyes averted from Elyse as they moved around the room, questioning the drunken men and women scattered across the space.

Elyse hadn't had much to drink; she was clear-headed now. It had only been the emptiness of the hotel room that drove her out, the quiet pressing in too heavily for sleep. Therefore, she'd called a few friends out for a drink.

Now, with half-lidded eyes, Elyse watched Trevor, her gaze steady, her smile unreadable. "Captain Blake," she said lightly, "since when do homicide captains handle vice raids?"

Trevor closed the distance between them, each step deliberate, tension sharpening his expression. Stopping in front of her, his voice came out low, edged with displeasure. "Why did you drink so much?"

The question ignited something in Elyse instantly. A whole month of indifference and now this? Her lips curved, but there was no warmth in it. "That's none of your concern."

What she didn't say lingered beneath the surface-his worries should be directed at his mistress.

Elyse and Trevor had been together for a year before marriage and married for three. Their life hadn't been filled with tenderness or sweet words. Trevor had never been that kind of man. He was distant, composed, and rarely expressive. Except in intimate moments. Only then, when control slipped from his grasp, did she feel the intensity of his feelings-mirroring her own.

There had been a time Elyse was content with such a pattern of life. She had even planned it all-another couple of years in the entertainment world, then she would step away, have his child, and settle into a quieter life centered around their family.

Fate, however, had no intention of letting things remain as they were, and Trevor shattered her hope mercilessly. He had already crossed the line and betrayed her.

A month ago, Elyse had stumbled upon a receipt tucked into Trevor's pocket, one that listed baby products.

She had long been aware of Trevor's fondness for children, yet he had never once suggested they start a family. She assumed he was willing to wait for the day when she was ready. However, when she looked into his expenses, she uncovered far more than expected-he had been purchasing items from various maternity shops and had even bought a bag meant for a pregnant woman's labor moments.

Consumed by fury, she confronted him right away, demanding to know who the woman was. Yet, his response was nothing more than a careless excuse, claiming he was "just picking something up for a friend."

Elyse couldn't make sense of it. What kind of "friend" would need him to prepare a maternity bag? And what sort of relationship required him to register at baby stores using his own contact details?

Elyse's anger only intensified, leading to repeated arguments, but Trevor evaded the matter by citing work as a pretext and retreated to the police station. Unable to bear it, she walked out that very night, checked into a hotel, and remained there for an entire month.

As those memories resurfaced, Elyse felt a sting in her chest, her eyes beginning to glisten.

"Captain Blake, everything's wrapped up here. Maybe you should take your wife home first," one of the officers approached Trevor and suggested.

Elyse was jolted out of her thoughts and brought back to the moment. With so many people watching, she refused to create a spectacle. Leaving their arguments unsaid, she replied casually, "There's no need. Anthony will be here shortly to pick me up."

It might have passed without issue if she hadn't mentioned Anthony Tucker, but the moment his name came up, Trevor's expression hardened once more. He lifted his hands, slowly undoing the buttons of his coat before removing it and throwing it over Elyse's head.

Startled, Elyse tried to pull it off, but before she could react, she was swept off her feet, surrounded by a scent she recognized all too well.

"If you don't want your photos circulating everywhere, then stay still," Trevor's cold voice murmured near her ear.

Elyse immediately went still. Even as a mid-tier celebrity, she had a significant online following. Her career depended heavily on her image, and being caught in such a situation would damage her reputation.

As they stepped outside the bar, they ran into Anthony, who had just arrived.

The instant Anthony saw Trevor, he knew the woman he was carrying had to be Elyse.

As Elyse's manager, Anthony was with her almost constantly, only separating at night. Because of this, no one understood the relationship between her and Trevor better than he did.

Just as Anthony stepped forward to stop them, Trevor shot him an icy glare. "Leave, if you know what's good for you."

Intimidated, Anthony froze, not daring to speak as he watched Elyse being placed into the police car by Trevor.

The car drove off quickly, mirroring the storm of anger brewing within its driver.

Elyse removed the coat from her head, and with it, the last trace of Trevor's scent began to fade. She inhaled deeply, trying to hold onto what remained of his presence. Still, she understood that no matter how deeply she loved him, if it went unanswered, it would eventually wither into nothing.

In a quiet voice, she finally said, "Trevor, let's end this marriage."

No reaction crossed Trevor's face, as though Elyse's words hadn't landed-or weren't worth his attention.

What Trevor failed to realize was how much resolve it had taken for Elyse to speak in the first place. Every word had felt like a jagged thorn, scraping through her chest and leaving a quiet, invisible wound behind.

Their first stop was the police station. Afterward, Trevor switched into his own car, and the rest of the drive stretched on in heavy, suffocating silence.

Once they reached the house, Trevor lifted Elyse from the seat without a word. A haze settled over her, and lacking the will to move, she let herself be carried.

The instant they crossed the threshold, something in Trevor shifted. Before they could even reach the bedroom, he abruptly set her down on the sofa. His usually unreadable face cracked, eyes reddened and burning, as he leaned in and claimed her with a flurry of heated, unrestrained kisses.

Fabric tore under his impatient hands, her dress reduced to ruined scraps as he took her without pause. The lingering heat from the dream that had haunted her earlier hadn't fully faded; for a fleeting second, his touch dulled the ache in her body. Yet beneath it all, her heart lay in fragments, too broken to mend.

Relentless and consuming, he kept her through most of the night-moving from the sofa to the bedroom, then into the confines of the bathroom. By the end, Elyse could barely move, her strength completely spent, her voice hoarse as she cried out and weakly cursed him.

His lips brushed her ear in a slow, deliberate motion, his voice dropping into something cold and unyielding. "Elyse, don't ever bring up divorce again."

Exhaustion dragged at Elyse's consciousness, leaving her too drained to process his words. With her thoughts slipping into a haze, she murmured a faint agreement. Only then did Trevor loosen his hold on her.

After Trevor disappeared into the bathroom to shower, the room sank into a silence, and Elyse hovered at the blurred edge of sleep.

Out of nowhere, Trevor's phone lit up with a sharp chime.

At three in the morning, a message arriving at that hour instantly stirred a prickle of unease in Elyse's chest.

She pushed herself upright, eyes flicking toward the closed bathroom door, heart beginning to pound. In the end, curiosity overpowered hesitation, and she reached for Trevor's phone. There was no need to unlock it-the message glowed boldly across the screen, impossible to miss.

"Trevor, I forgot to mention earlier-my prenatal appointment is tomorrow. Could you come with me?"

The sender's name sat there like a verdict: Joanna Kirk.

The words "prenatal appointment" and "Joanna Kirk," whether read apart or together, pierced straight through Elyse.

During the year Elyse had chased after Trevor with stubborn devotion, whispers followed her wherever she went-people kept reminding her that his heart had always belonged to someone else, a girl from his childhood named Joanna.

Knowing he already carried a love that deep and enduring, Elyse had long believed she never stood a real chance. She lived off her beauty and charm, and if that couldn't win him over after a full year, then clearly the issue wasn't her-it was him.

Just when her resolve finally cracked and Elyse prepared to walk away, Trevor appeared in her life on his own terms. On that particular day, she had been on set, filming a brutal diving sequence. The film's lead actress, bitter from constant comparisons and public ridicule for being outshined by Elyse's looks, took the chance to push her to the edge.

Under biting, sub-zero winds, Elyse had been ordered back into the water again and again, each plunge stealing more heat from her body until the cold seeped deep into her bones. Numbness crept through her limbs, draining away her strength until she couldn't even fight her way back to the surface. As her body sank helplessly beneath the water, a firm arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and hauled her into an unyielding embrace.

It was none other than Trevor.

Afterward, Anthony described the scene to her in hushed, unsettled tones, saying Trevor had looked terrifying that day-his face cold and severe, like something dragged straight out of hell itself. Standing there with a storm simmering in his eyes, Trevor had pointed at each member of the crew one by one, his voice low and sharp enough to cut. "If anything happens to her, every one of you will answer for it. I won't let a single person walk away from this."

From that moment on, Elyse stopped caring about the woman Trevor had always cherished in his heart. Before this day, she had already done everything she could to win him over; she had given up once, and that should have been the end of it. Yet, he was the one who came back and reached for her again-so if she held on this time, if she refused to let go, she had every right to.

What she hadn't expected, though, was that Trevor would be the one to ask her to be his girlfriend.

After a full year together, mounting pressure from Trevor's family pushed him toward marriage, and he finally brought Elyse home to meet them.

The instant his parents learned Elyse was an actress, they shut her out without a second thought, refusing even to let her cross the threshold.

As a powerful, old-line political dynasty, the Blake family naturally looked down on women like Elyse-someone who had fought her way up through the ruthless entertainment world. Raised under strict discipline, Trevor had always lived by the rules, his life orderly and restrained, leaving no room for rebellion. Expecting the inevitable, Elyse had already prepared herself to walk away from him for good. Then, without warning, he clasped her hand tightly and led her straight to the city hall to register their marriage.

Only much later did it dawn on Elyse that even knowing he would be punished for defying his family, he had still chosen to marry her without hesitation, crossing a line he had never dared approach before-all for her.

Because of that reckless decision, she had always convinced herself he must have loved her deeply, the kind of love he simply didn't know how to express. Clinging to that belief, she had given herself to him completely over the past three years, pouring in everything she had without holding back.

Yet now, the sight of Joanna's message struck her like a savage blow. Harsh clarity flooded in, shattering any chance of rest as she lay stiffly on her back, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the dim bedroom.

Over three long years, her belongings had quietly claimed every corner of the space, and she had once believed she could claim his heart just as easily.

Only in that moment did the truth settle in-she had been nothing more than a fool clinging to a fantasy.

From the bathroom, the steady rush of water suddenly cut off. Without thinking, Elyse squeezed her eyes shut, forcing her breathing into a slow, even rhythm and pretending to be fast asleep.

Moments later, the mattress dipped as Trevor climbed in beside her, a trace of cold clinging to his skin-he never skipped those icy showers, no matter the season.

Almost deliberately, once he settled beneath the covers, Trevor slid his arms around Elyse's warm, cozy body and drew her snugly against his chest.

A sharp chill seeped into her skin, making her shudder and instantly ruining her act. "Trevor! You bastard!" she snapped, her voice edged with irritation.

From behind, he tightened his grip, pressing close in a way that felt both possessive and unyielding, his breath brushing her ear as he murmured low, "You shut me out for a month. Consider this a mild punishment. Try that again, and I won't go easy on you."

In the past, words like that would have sent a familiar heat through her, her body responding before her mind could catch up-she had always been drawn to him that way. Yet now, the memory of that message flashed cold and sharp, and the thought of him touching someone else turned her stomach, leaving only a sour, creeping disgust.

Gradually, the steady rise and fall of his breathing told her he had fallen asleep, though his arm remained locked around her waist like a restraint. Unable to slip free, Elyse lay rigid beneath the covers, staring into the dim gray of early morning until exhaustion finally dragged her into a shallow, uneasy sleep.

By the time she stirred again, sunlight had already flooded the space. Pushing herself upright with a lingering heaviness in her limbs, her gaze fell immediately on the birth control pills resting on the nightstand-an almost mocking reminder. Somewhere by now, he was likely at the hospital, standing beside Joanna for her prenatal appointment. Thinking it through, it fit too neatly. The woman he truly loved was already carrying his child. Of course, he wouldn't want her to get pregnant.

Trevor always used condoms. He often insisted on it, claiming the pills would only harm Elyse's body. Last night slipped out of control, though, and he did not bother to use one, so he prepared the pills for her by morning.

Rage burned through Elyse as she hurled the box straight into the trash.

That was the scene that greeted Trevor when he stepped inside. His expression tightened. Without saying anything, he crossed the room, picked the box out of the bin, opened it, then pressed out a pill and extended it toward her. "Take this," he said.

Meeting his eyes with a cold stare, Elyse refused to even glance at the pill. "I'm not taking it," she said. "Trevor, do you really hate the idea of me carrying your child that much?"

Shock flashed across his face, and his fingers curled tighter around the pill. "You actually want a baby?"

Every shift in his reaction did not escape Elyse, and her voice carried a sharp edge. "What's the problem? You've always claimed you like kids, haven't you?"

"You're still too young. If you get pregnant now, you have to pull back from your job. What about all the endorsement deals you've signed? And both of us are tied up with work all the time. Who's going to raise the child?"

"Stop feeding me those hollow reasons," she retorted. "Answer me properly. If I walk away from my career just to have your child, will you accept it?"

For a moment, Trevor simply looked at her, uncertainty and struggle written all over his face. Reaching for her hand, he placed the pill into her palm and softened his tone as he tried to persuade her. "Now isn't the right moment. Just wait a little longer for me."

Something heavy pressed down on Elyse's chest, making each breath feel tight. She pulled her hand back from him. "Forget it," she said, her voice turning cold. "If you don't want a baby, then there won't be one."

Without another word, she shoved the pill into her mouth and forced herself to swallow. The bitterness spread instantly, and tears slipped down her face without a sound.

Seeing that, Trevor's expression eased. He lifted his hand, wanting to wipe her tears away, but she jerked back.

Right then, his phone started ringing. His hand stalled in the air. After a brief hesitation, worry about something urgent from his team pushed him to answer the call.

"Hello, is this Mr. Trevor Blake?" the voice on the other end asked in a rush. "Your wife just collapsed in the obstetrics department. You need to get here immediately."

The words made Trevor pull the phone away as he checked the caller ID, only to realize it was Joanna Kirk's number.

Concern swept across his face in an instant. Turning around, he rushed toward the door while saying through the phone, "I'm heading there now. Please make sure she..."

The door clicked shut, cutting off the rest of his words. Elyse remained rooted in place. His wife? The obstetrics department? Those words should have belonged to her and Trevor, yet now they pointed to another woman. He already had a child with another woman. What place was left for her in all of this?

A sudden wave of nausea twisted Elyse's stomach. She covered her mouth and hurried into the bathroom. With nothing in her stomach, all she could bring up was the bitter taste of the pill she had forced down earlier.

Shock crossed Anthony's face the moment he arrived to pick her up and saw how drained she looked. "What happened to you?" he asked, worry clear in his voice.

Too worn out to go into details, Elyse only shook her head. She pushed her suitcase into his hands. "We're leaving," she said, her voice faint. "Bring a few people later to move the rest of my things."

Stunned by her words, Anthony grabbed the suitcase and followed after her. "You're seriously leaving Captain Blake for good? I thought things would calm down between you two after last night. How did everything fall apart like this?"

Since Elyse had an important ad shoot lined up for the day, she pressed a warm towel against her eyes the moment she settled into the car.

Anxious thoughts ran through Anthony's mind. No one understood better than him how deeply Elyse cared for Trevor. Back when they first got together, the company tried to force Elyse to end things with Trevor. In response, Elyse had slammed a termination contract and a blank check to cover the penalty onto the CEO's desk.

"Anthony, I'm filing for divorce," Elyse said, her tone stripped of emotion. "Don't ask me about it right now. I don't feel like explaining. Just find someone to draft a divorce agreement. I'll walk away with nothing."