The Billionaire's Ugly Wife

[Heather]

I was so tired from my day's work and hoped to find peace at the mansion. But when the butler opened the door, I felt the cold air of the residence. I had lived here for a year but had never felt the warmth of being at home.

Blaze had been busy with the hospitality venture he started last year. Therefore, he was rarely at home and had many business trips to meet his colleagues. Knightley Group added to his list of achievements after successfully growing Knightley Corporation, his construction company.

As his wife, I was very proud of him. I hoped after that business trip, he would be home more often. I now understand Mom's feelings, living for many years with Dad, who was very busy with his work.

"Good evening, Ma'am. There was an important document delivered by a special courier this afternoon. I put them in the study," the servant reported politely.

"Really!? Thank you." I curbed my urge to go to my bedroom and walked towards the rarely used office. There must have been a gift from my husband. Today was our wedding anniversary.

Seeing a large envelope on the desk, I approached. There was no description on the front of the folder. Did he give me a building or land? I opened the cover and read the letterhead on the first page: divorce agreement. I looked at it once more to make sure I read it correctly.

My hands were shaking, making the letters even more impossible to read. My eyes heated up, and my vision blurred. My heart was beating so fast that it was suffocating my chest. What was this? Why did he suddenly file for divorce? He had even put his signature on it.

I took my cell phone out of my bag and dialed his number. Waiting for a while, he didn't answer my call. I tried one more time while climbing the stairs. Finding his bedroom empty, I wasn't surprised. He was planning to come home tomorrow morning.

But realizing the atmosphere was a bit different, I checked his wardrobe. "No way," I said quietly, seeing the condition of the spacious room.

He had already brought all the personal items that were in his closet. His favorite watch collection wasn't even left behind. He seriously wanted to walk away from my life and this marriage.

"Good evening, Miss Bailey," Blaze's secretary greeted me when I called him on his cell phone.

"Kyle, do you know where my husband is?" I asked without replying to his greetings.

"As far as I know, he's in his room after dinner with his colleagues," he replied politely.

He wasn't busy, so why wasn't he answering my calls? Was he deliberately not answering my calls? I knew he didn't have friends and would be alone in his suite after work.

"Is there a problem, Miss Bailey? Would you like me to go to his suite and give him this phone?" he sincerely offered.

"No. No need. Thank you," I declined.

I couldn't ask him to do something that wasn't his job. He'd been working all day, and this was his break. Blaze would get angry if interrupted during his downtime because I would if my assistant contacted me outside of working hours.

I decided to send a voice message through an app. "Blaze, I know you're holding your phone. We need to talk, please answer my call. You didn't mean it, did you? Today's our first anniversary. H-how could you give me divorce papers on our wedding anniversary?"

I tried to call him again, yet he didn't answer. I wanted to send another voice message but canceled it. He might have a problem with his company or the meeting earlier. I should wait when he was ready to talk.

My cell phone alarm vibrated in the morning for the umpteenth time, waking me up. If it weren't for today's big event, I'd want to lie in bed all day. I was exhausted after trying to sleep last night but to no avail.

A surprise was waiting for me when I walked out of the front door. A black Audi was in the front yard. The butler opened the door for me so that I could see the driver.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get in," Blaze said impatiently.

My heart was beating rapidly, happy that the person I was expecting was right before my eyes. I thanked the butler and then got into the car. I fastened my seat belt before greeting him cheerfully, but he was silent.

"I thought you weren't coming," I said, not hiding my surprise.

"He's still my father-in-law," my husband replied coldly.

"And will always be your father-in-law," I said firmly, giving him the signal that I didn't want the divorce. "Happy anniversary, honey."

Blaze did not reply. Seeing his cold stare, I decided to keep quiet. His being here with me was enough. I was sure we could talk about the misunderstanding between us later, just like before. I had to focus on the event at Dad's house first.

In addition to keeping my feelings in check, I needed to keep his mood under control. I didn't want him to be upset during the event. Throughout our marriage, I never let anyone know we were quarreling. We were never fighting or arguing in public.

The guests had already filled the side yard. My husband held my hand since I got out of the car. I was right. Everything was fine. He couldn't be serious about divorcing me. I reached over and took his arm with my free hand.

"Blaze, Heather! Welcome!" greeted Mom kindly. She hugged and kissed our cheeks in turn. "Come on, sit down quickly! The party is about to start!"

"Okay, Mom." I approached my father. "Happy birthday, Dad!" I hugged and kissed the middle-aged man on the cheek.

"Thank you, my princess." He caressed my cheek gently, then turned to Blaze. "I'm glad you guys took the time to come."

"We wouldn't miss this event. Happy birthday," Blaze said as he shook his father-in-law's hand. He didn't mention Dad, a change that didn't escape my hearing.

After greeting Dad and Darcy, we took our seats. I looked around us in surprise. The event had already begun, but Darcy sat alone. I didn't see Cullen come, sitting in the empty seat next to her.

Until the short celebration of Dad's fiftieth birthday was over, her husband was not present. He was never absent from our family events. Darcy did not look anxious without him by her side either.

"Before we start feasting, there's one more celebration we need to commemorate together," Dad said. He turned to me and Blaze. "Congratulations on your first wedding anniversary!"

Everyone else joined in and raised their glasses. I was happy to see that. The employees at my shop forgot about my special day yesterday. So I thought my family did, too. It turned out that Dad remembered it and even made a remarkable time to celebrate.

I turned to Blaze, hoping he would kiss me. But he wasn't looking at me. I looked in the direction he was staring and was surprised to find out who he was watching with those loving eyes, the gaze he had given me a year ago.

My chest suddenly ached. I turned at my husband again, and I was not mistaken. He looked at Darcy as if no one else was nearby but my sister. Darcy didn't hesitate to return his gaze when she thought no one was watching. No way.

"Darcy, where is your husband?" asked Mom, starting the conversation at our table. She looked around us. "Is he still out of the city?"

"He's not coming, Mom," Darcy replied, glancing at Blaze before looking at Dad. "I'm sorry if this news ruins Dad's day. We were officially divorced yesterday."

I stopped chewing at the shocking news. Dad and Mom were also suddenly silent, trying to digest the information they just heard. Only Blaze remained calm and cut the steak on his plate casually.

Oh my. Did Blaze file for divorce because he and Darcy...? I had never seen them talk alone or look more intimate than in-laws. But seeing the way they were exchanging glances right now, my chest felt like it was being torn apart. It hurt like hell.

"What happened?" Dad asked a moment later. He managed to speak calmly. "Did Cullen cheat on you? Did he hit you?"

"Is it about a child?" added Mom.

"No, it's not. We decided to part ways amicably. Cullen was so busy with his project that we never had time to be together anymore. It's the best way," Darcy replied diplomatically. There was no disappointment, sadness, or anger in her voice.

I accidentally dropped the spoon when I was about to pick it up from the plate. My family didn't care about my carelessness. Dad, Mom, Darcy, and even Blaze were busy with their thoughts. I sighed softly, then looked down to pick up the spoon from the grass.

A movement caught my attention, so I turned my head. I saw a foot wearing a high heel rubbing my husband's foot. My hand instantly clenched into a fist, recognizing the owner of the foot and shoe. Outrageous! How could I have been blind all this time!?

"Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom," I said as I put the napkin on the table.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I needed to flee from that place for a while. I climbed the porch steps to the inside of the house. The servants were pacing back and forth, delivering snacks to the guests.

Once in the restroom, I approached the sink and placed my hands on the counter. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions. There was no way. Blaze couldn't be cheating on me behind my back. He loved me so much.

The restroom door opened. I quickly straightened up, not wanting anyone else to see me in my beaten state. But inhaling the scent of her signature perfume and the way she walked from my peripheral vision, I recognized the woman who had just entered.

"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze."

My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice.

"Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?"

My eyes heated up at her insult. I held back my hand that used to touch my left cheek reflexively whenever someone mentioned the scar. I refused to be affected by people's bad words about the condition of my face.

"Blaze married me because he loved me. This wound was never a problem for him." I defended myself. "You must have seduced him to fall for your trick."

In my entire life, I never dreamed there would be a man who fell in love with me. I even stopped expecting to marry a man who adored me. Little did I know that God was so good to me. He gave me a miracle named Blaze Knightley.

I didn't immediately believe all this was reality. His words of love, kisses, and hugs still felt like a dream. But his coming to our house and proposing to me in front of my parents dismissed all my doubts.

Darcy cruelly told me to cancel our wedding at our big family dinner. Of course, I refused. I only had Blaze. He was a gift I would not waste, and I loved him dearly.

She chuckled. "Love? Blaze never loved you." That sentence pierced my chest deeply. She looked at me with pity. "My poor sister. He married you just to be close to me again."

"That's not true!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Let me ask," she crossed her arms over her chest, "did you ever sleep together after you married? When did he last come home to your magnificent house?"

I clenched my fists at her question. No one knew about my relationship with Blaze other than the servants in the mansion. If she did, was it he who had told her everything?

"He's with me whenever he's not with you, Heather." Darcy smiled widely, not caring about hurting me with those words. "He comes to my house to keep me company and comfort my loneliness. Tell me, does that mean I was the one who seduced him?"

"No. You're lying!" I covered my ears while shaking my head.

She placed her phone on the counter for me to see the screen, which showed a picture. She and Blaze pressed their cheeks together and smiled happily at the camera. She swiped the screen to show me photo after photo of their intimacy.

My whole body was shaking with anger. I clenched my fists to keep from doing something I would regret. They had so many pictures together, while Blaze and I only had one prenuptial photo. We wouldn't have a portrait together if the wedding invitation didn't need one.

"Blaze is my first love." She caressed his cheek on her phone screen.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

First love? I never knew they had met before. Why didn't Darcy tell me the truth when they met on family introduction day? She just forbade me to marry Blaze without mentioning the reason.

"He took my first kiss, my virginity... You know first love is unforgettable, Heather." She smiled with concern. "The fire that was once extinguished was rekindled. I couldn't resist. Ah, I'm sorry. You must not know what it's like to struggle with him in bed and hear him scream your name during the climax."

My lips trembled, and the water pooling in my eyes finally fell on my cheeks. I tried to ignore yet the proof was on her phone. The man I loved so much, the one I chose to be my lifelong partner, betrayed me by choosing my sister, the person who had repeatedly taken mine.

"Please, don't complicate your divorce. Sign the document. Free him. You can't stop us from being together," she said arrogantly. Darcy turned around and exited the restroom.

It was a hard slap on my cheek. Her knowing Blaze intended to divorce me meant she wasn't lying. But she was wrong if she thought I would easily give up my husband. She might deceive Blaze, but I would save our marriage. I would tell him who Darcy was.

Blaze and I didn't say anything on the way home. I was busy thinking of what to say to him. I didn't know what Darcy had said to him. So, I had to choose my words carefully. My sister's statements were not easy to counter.

"What happened to us?" I asked when he stopped the car in front of the house. "Everything is fine so far, so why do you want a divorce?"

I extended my hand to touch his on the steering wheel, but he moved it away from me. My heart almost stopped at that. "If there's anything I did wrong, please tell me. I promise I'll try to make things right. I love you, Blaze. Our marriage can still be saved."

Rejection was something I was used to. Because of that, I was never the one to take the initiative in our intimacy. I never instigated touches, kisses, or hugs during our time together because I feared rejection. He was the one who started it all.

Besides, I had no experience in romance. Blaze was my first love, and I hoped he would be my last. But as I tried to change, my fears were proven right. For the first time, he didn't want to be touched.

Remembering their intimacy in the garden earlier, my body trembled again. Their loving glances towards each other, Darcy's foot rubbing his calf under the table, and Blaze's cold demeanor towards me throughout the event played in my head. I quickly brushed it off.

"Why are you silent?" I asked, not giving up yet. "Are you serious about this divorce? You flirted, seduced, and said all those sweet words when you approached me. Why are you silent when you want to separate?"

He turned his head and returned my gaze. I felt the back of my neck shudder at that cold, emotionless stare. "Didn't the document represent enough?" he asked.

"Give me a reason. Why do you want us to divorce?" I begged. Seeing his silence, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Don't tell me you're going to marry Darcy. Don't you know she-"

"If you intend to demonize her in front of me, save your energy. I know her much better than you do," he interrupted without looking at me.

I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself as anger tried to take over my composure. "Blaze, please. If you're only playing around with her, I understand. I'll wait until you-"

"Get out. I have more important things to do," he said coldly.

My whole body trembled at his words. "Something more important than our marriage? You mean Darcy?" I demanded. "You don't even want to look at me anymore. Is my face now repulsive to you?"

He just silently stares straight ahead. My chest was torn apart as I realized he was answering my question by ignoring me. The face he used to kiss affectionately and caress lovingly, he was now unwilling to look at it. Foolishly, I had believed he was sincere with his attitude.

I understood his cold demeanor then. He wasn't busy with his business affairs but didn't want to be here with me. All his words of love were to trap me into his plan to get close to his first love.

"What you're doing is disgusting. If you want Darcy, just approach her. Leave me out of it. You're going to regret doing this to me, Blaze Knightley. We'll see. You and Darcy will never be happy!" I got out of the car and closed the door.

Without looking back again, I walked up the porch steps and entered the house. I didn't delay and went straight into the study. The folder was still on the table in the same position I left last night. I had read the contents, and he had made it according to the terms of our prenuptial agreement.

I signed the file before I changed my mind and gave it to the butler to send to Blaze. I took off my wedding ring with tears in my eyes, then packed all my personal belongings but left the jewelry and gifts in their places.

During our marriage, he often gave expensive presents as an apology. I thought he was rarely home because he was busy with his work. But it turned out he was cheating on me. Let them be my wedding gift to Darcy.

"Miss Bailey, good evening," greeted Mr. Madden, the security guard at my flower shop. "You didn't say you'd be spending the night here." He quickly took charge of my suitcase.

"I meant it as a surprise," I joked.

"But I didn't have time to ask someone to clean your suite," he regretted.

"That's okay. I'm sure the room is clean."

After the kind man placed my suitcase in the room, I closed the door. I let out a long sigh before turning around and looking at the condition of my apartment. Since owning this flower shop, I'd never slept in my parents' house.

Dad and Mom might be disappointed if they found out that Blaze and I were getting divorced. I'd better avoid them for some time until the divorce was finalized. I didn't want to see them saddened by the loss of their two best sons-in-law.

Even if they only lose Cullen because Darcy would marry Blaze. My chest felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp object again at the thought. How evil. What they did behind my back was so cruel. I never thought Blaze would be this vicious to me.

I didn't see any signs of it at all. Our relationship over the past year hadn't changed. So, I had never thought Blaze was planning to divorce me. We didn't see each other as often as other couples because we were busy. But I knew he loved me.

"Blaze, where did I go wrong? I can't believe you just dumped me. Where is the man who used to approach me and be so sincere?" I sobbed, alone in my room.

I was used to sleeping alone. Even during our marriage, we didn't sleep in the same room. But it felt different this time. I felt so lonely, with a wide gaping hole in my heart. Was this what it felt like to lose a soulmate?

Waking up in the morning, I felt my eyes stinging. I had cried too much, but a few drops of eye medicine helped clear my eyes. Life had to go on. I couldn't just lie crying in my room.

Working as usual in the morning, I ignored the questioning stares of the employees who saw me enter from the suite instead of the front door. They must have been wondering when they saw my car parked outside since morning.

"Good morning, Miss Bailey," greeted my assistant. "Mr. Channing is waiting for you in the office. I have placed all the files that need your signature on your desk. Is there anything else you need?"

"Did you serve the guest drinks and snacks?" I asked. She nodded. "Good. I'll call if I need anything."

I opened the door to my office and greeted the guest inside. The man stood up with a friendly smile. His piercing gray eyes looked at me professionally, not evasively like usual. What did Darcy's ex-husband want from me?

"Good morning, Heather. I hope I didn't surprise you by coming," Cullen said as he sat back down.

"We haven't made small talk in a while." I sat down on the couch in front of him. "What is it? As I recall, we don't have any business cooperation."

He chuckled. "Is it because your sister and I are divorced that I can't come as a friend?"

"We're not friends, Cullen," I reminded him. "You'd rather hang out with a woman like Darcy than me, who doesn't believe in myself."

I would never forget all those words he said that were demeaning to me, even though I had no malice towards him. I was getting along with him because he was my future brother-in-law. Yet he thought I was trying to snatch him away from Darcy.

Who else poisoned his mind if not Darcy? He shouldn't have just trusted my sister without asking for my side of the story.

"I would like to make an offer of cooperation." He sat back and looked at me seriously. "I know you and Blaze are getting divorced. They have betrayed us. Do you want to repay them with me?"

"Betrayed?" I asked in confusion. Darcy said they decided to part ways peacefully. "So, you know about their betrayal?"

He smirked. "You don't know? Are you that naive? Don't tell me you believe Blaze is working every time he isn't with you," he mocked.

I clenched my fists, holding back my anger. Who else knew about Blaze and Darcy's relationship? Was I the only one who knew nothing?

"If by retaliation you mean marriage, I refuse," I said firmly.

"You haven't heard my offer, and you're already refusing?" he asked casually. He held up a folder for me. "We are both businessmen. So, I'm not offering a normal wedding. It's a business wedding."

"If you're offering a partnership that has to do with providing flowers for all events at your hotel, then it's not a partnership, Cullen. Without you, I can do that." I pushed the folder back to him. "Once again, I refuse."

After leaving Blaze, I didn't want to get involved with a man who only wanted to use me. Even though his offer was tempting, it wouldn't do any good. Darcy didn't love Cullen, and Blaze didn't care about me.

I blinked and breathed in slowly when I felt my eyes heating up. I still felt the sting of his rejection and coldness yesterday. No. I couldn't cry in front of this man.

"Do you know your father offered me his seat in his company?" He smiled mysteriously. "That stupid Blaze accepted it without even thinking."

"What do you mean?" I didn't know Dad offered him the CEO position.

"Your father's construction company was on the verge of bankruptcy. That's why he asked me to marry Darcy. My family's company is stable, and we can support his company to survive. I refused. Luckily, he had other options." He smirked.

He was lying. Dad's company was fine. If there was a problem, I would have known. My father wouldn't have hidden such a big problem from me. I didn't hear any rumors from reporters or employees either. A company on the verge of bankruptcy couldn't go unnoticed by the media.

Blaze was busy with his business. How could he possibly have time to handle Dad's company, too? Darcy was the CEO because Dad decided to retire young. He and Mom were planning to travel the world while they still had the strength to do so.

"I'm surprised Blaze Knightley would marry you and save your father's company." He looked at my face intently. "And he lasted for a year. Heather, you're going to lose everything shortly. You'll regret turning me down."

He stood up and buttoned his jacket. "You should be grateful that I threw away my pride and came to propose to you. No man would accept you as a wife with your imperfections." He scrutinized my left cheek, covered with hair and a headscarf.

"Unfortunately, I misjudged. You are just as arrogant as Darcy." He deliberately stood still as he said all those nasty words to patronize me. "The difference is, she has something worth bragging about, while you don't."

That sentence pierced me deeply. I wasn't as beautiful as my sister, but I had qualities that were not inferior to her. Just because I was ugly, it didn't mean I was jumping for joy when a perfect man proposed to me to be his wife. Those words of his were so evil.

"I'm getting more confident rejecting you, hearing your confession." I returned his gaze. "What will become of me if I marry a man who doesn't know how to appreciate me."

He laughed slyly. "I hope your arrogance collapses shortly. I'll be the first to laugh at Bailey's downfall."

He picked up the folder on the table and then left my office. The handsome man I once admired would not do such a careless thing. Darcy was indeed an extraordinary woman. She could make two men fight for her attention.

I and all my achievements could not make a single man fall in love with me. The one I thought loved me sincerely and wanted to be with me forever was using me to get my sister.

I was on the way to deliver the last of the flowers when my phone vibrated. The news from someone on the other side was shocking. Without thinking, I turned the car in the opposite direction. No, no, no. That couldn't be happening.

Arriving at my destination, I couldn't help but watch as my hard-earned building engulfed in thick smoke. The firefighters had tamed the flame, but the fire destroyed everything. I sat limply on the pavement among the people watching.

"Are you the owner of this building?" one of the firefighters asked. I just nodded. "Someone set fire to this place on purpose. We found oil puddles on all three floors, making the fire spread rapidly and difficult to extinguish."

What? Oil puddles? Could it be that I had an enemy with a grudge against me without realizing it? Who had done that? Even thinking for a long time couldn't make me find the answer. Who was angry with me to the extent of burning down my shop?

I was woken up by the vibration of my cell phone that morning. I groaned at the interruption as I had just fallen asleep before sunrise. Not knowing where to go, I decided to go home to my parents' house. Dad and Mom would be back shortly from their brief vacation.

Reading Mom's name on the screen, I sighed softly. I knew what she was going to say. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and answered it.

"Why are you and Blaze getting a divorce?" Mom asked, demanding honesty.

"That news spread fast," I complained softly. My head was suddenly throbbing.

"Your father has a lot of lawyer contacts, one of whom is handling your files. What happened, Heather? Is Blaze cheating on you?" Mom asked.

I was tempted to say yes, but I managed to restrain myself. It would be better for Mom to find out from Darcy or Blaze than me. Mom would be furious, and I didn't want to hear her anger. I was not the guilty party.

"We don't talk anymore, Mom. Blaze is busy with his company on the verge of success, and I am with my flower shop. We can't continue this marriage." I managed to say without emotion. "I'm sorry I let Mom and Dad down."

"Heather," she persuasively said, "Blaze is the highest shareholder in your father's company. If you guys divorce, the company your grandfather worked so hard to build will go to someone else. You must prevent your divorce."

What? I didn't know Blaze was a shareholder in Dad's company, let alone the highest holder. "What does Mom mean?" I asked in confusion.

"Do you think a guy like him will marry you if there's no big dowry from us?" she said, surprising me. "Do something. Persuade him. Get down on your knees if you have to. Don't let your dad's hard work go to someone else!"

Cullen was right. Dad had something to offer Blaze. He might not sit at the top, but he held the most shares in Dad's company. That made Blaze more powerful than Darcy or even Dad. Why did they keep this a secret?

Was that why Blaze was so close to Darcy? They must have met often and discussed company matters together. Cullen was aware of their affair. Did Dad and Mom know about it, too? Um, no. They were surprised when Darcy announced her divorce.

Which was the real Blaze? Was he the one who loved me? The one who married me to be close to my sister? Or the one who married me to get our family company? I suddenly didn't recognize the man who was my husband for a year.

"I was almost late!" I heard a maid's voice in the corridor as I walked to the study. "There are tons of reporters outside."

"What's going on? Why are they talking about Bailey's company?" another woman asked.

"Sshh. Keep your voice down." The first woman hissed softly. "Mr. Bailey's construction company is in big trouble. I heard they were embezzling taxes and bribing officials to grant building permits. Worst of all, the company is heavily indebted to loan sharks."

What!?? Dad didn't say he had financial problems. Why would he borrow money from a loan shark? He knew well the interest would never be repaid. No way. My father couldn't be this careless.

I rushed to the family room and turned on the television. After searching around, I finally found a channel showing news about Dad's company. I fainted, knowing that the rumors were true. My father's company had collapsed.

That wasn't a coincidence. Blaze divorced me, and then Dad's company collapsed. He could have saved it because his company was stable, and spending a few million dollars wasn't a problem. What had Darcy done? Why didn't she prevent this from happening?

I had to pass through a swarm of reporters as I drove the car to the gate. It was time to meet the person who had caused all this havoc. Why did he do that? I hardly understood the situation. What did we do wrong to him?

"Good morning, Miss Bailey," greeted the security guard kindly. "Would you like to see Mr. Knightley?"

Miss Bailey. I was thankful to forbid everyone from calling me Mrs. Knightley. Our breakup didn't feel strange because people around me didn't change their greeting towards me.

"Yes. Is Blaze in his office?" I asked impatiently.

"Please put this on, and one of the officers near the elevator will escort you to the Boss's office." He handed me an ID.

I draped it around my neck and then strode to the elevator. An officer scanned the gate and opened it for me. He invited me to approach the elevator. I waited impatiently as the number on the upper right blinked every time we reached the higher level.

"Good morning, Miss Bailey," greeted his secretary, who walked to the CEO's office door. "Mr. Knightley is waiting for you inside."