Within less than a month, Amy got married and divorced and then remarried again. All of these happened so quickly that Amy didn't know if she was blessed or cursed. What was worse, she didn't really know who was her second husband. However, he was enthusiastic to do his job as her husband, namely returning home on time and having sex with her every night. "Mr. Carter, I want to resign!" "Good. According to our contract, pay ten million of contractual penalties! Then you are free to go." What?! Contract! Ten million! Mr. Carter was such a harsh and ruthless president! Amy found her life was totally a disaster. But as she came to know Mr. Carter later, she changed her opinion and even..
It was quite a passionate night.
Amy Miller was sleeping and felt someone came closer to her. Did Matt, her husband, come back? She
wanted to opened her eyes but she felt too sleepy to make it. The next second, that man already took
off her clothes and left kisses on her body.
She was turned on and felt her desire was ignited by him. She wanted more and couldn't help moaning
in a low voice, which made him more excited.
The sex was wonderful and she didn't count how many times she came. But she was exhausted in the
end. The last thing she remembered was that he caressed her cheek gently.
And she just said, "Let's stop and rest. Please, I'm really tired."
After that, she passed out.
Sunlight poured in as dawn awoke the sky. A violent knock on the door woke Amy. She opened her
eyes and looked around. But to her surprise, she wasn't in her bridal chamber.
Her marriage to Matt Wilson was the night before. The wedding was so pleasant that Amy drank quite
a bit. After having the last glass of wine toasted by her intimate friend, Gina White, Amy forgot what
happened.
She had no time to recall the night before. She picked up her torn wedding dress from the floor and
pulled it on in a hurry as pain wracked her entire body. Before Amy had the dress on all the way, a
group of journalists broke the door down and rushed in with Matt close behind them. The flashing
cameras startled Amy so much that she reached for Matt's hand. But he shook off her.
"Amy Miller. We haven't even been married half a day and you can't wait to sleep with other man. You
son of a bitch!" Matt said, stepping forward and slapping her cheek so hard that it echoed through the
room.
"Matt!"
Matt beat her down, catching her off guard. Her face swelled within seconds. She cried out and
covered her face with her hand as she tried to put together what was happening.
"Amy, I can't believe you would do such a terrible thing! Matt had been waiting for you in the bridal
chamber for the whole night, but you never came. And now you turned out to be busy having sex with
someone else last night. How could you?"
Gina walked up to her and tossed the photos to Amy with a foxy glance.
Amy looked at her doubtfully and picked up the photos. The next moment, her face turned pale. She
was clearly having sex with a man in the photo. Although his face didn't show in the picture, he wasn't
Matt.
'What the hell is going on? Why did I sleep with this strange man last night?' Amy totally blanked.
"Listen to me, Matt. I can explain."
She scrambled to her feet and struggled to explain what happened. But what could she say? She didn't
remember anything!
"We're getting divorced," Matt said in distaste. He took out the divorce papers prepared in advance and
threw them at Amy.
He pierced Amy's heart with his words and refused to look at her.
"Amy. It's better for you to let go of Matt. He doesn't love you anymore," Gina pretended to comfort her,
but her tone was full of arrogance and happiness.
"Gina, you plotted this?!" Amy asked because she suddenly recalled the wine and lunged at Gina for
confrontation.
"What are you doing? Just sign the papers and get out of here," Matt shouted.
Before Amy got close to Gina, Matt shoved her violently, causing Amy to smash into the table. She fell
to the floor, tears blurring her vision as she hid her face in her hands.
"Matt." Gina caressed Matt's hand and sneered at Amy, gloating over her prize.
Amy raised her head and understood everything. She glared at them, hands balling into fists.
"Matt Wilson. I refuse to sign the divorce papers." She sneered back at them and threw the papers to
their faces. She refused to let them play her in such a way. He wanted to divorce her and stayed with
Gina? She wouldn't allow that!
"Don't be silly. If you reject to sign them, I'll send the photos to the newspapers and they'll be all over
the front page. Soon your dad will know all about your shame." Matt knew exactly what to say and how
to control her.
Amy hesitated. Miller Group fell into sudden bankruptcy not too long ago. Her father had a heart attack
and was still in hospital. The doctor warned Amy that any extra stress would be too much for his fragile
heart. She had to prevent her father from seeing the photos. His life depended on it.
She glared at Matt's face, one she used to gaze at in awe and now wanted to do nothing more than to
tear it into pieces.
"Fine, I'll sign."
She compressed her anger, picked up the papers and signed them without even reading. She knew the
terms would make things even worse for her, but her father's health came first.
"Don't forget your things in the bridal chamber." Matt reminded her with a sneer.
"Throw them away. I don't need them." Amy held her head high and protected her pride. But she knew
her head was aching badly as if it was going to explode.
Then she shoved past the journalists in front of her and rushed out without looking at the traitorous
couple behind her.
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Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.