My True Loves

"Jane, get a divorce."
The man who controlled New York's economic lifeline, Ethan Quinn, leaned down and whispered in my ear at the glittering gala.
His breath was warm, his voice deep, like an irresistible command.
"I know how much you're suffering... and I can help you."
I should have been wary.
But when those deep, ink-dark eyes gazed at me, I inexplicably found myself asking: "What's your condition?"
His lips curved slightly upward, his fingertip gently tracing the rim of my wine glass, leaving me with words that made my heart stop—
"After your divorce, marry me."
I didn't understand why he chose me—a woman used as a tool for revenge by her husband, a failure who couldn't even maintain her own marriage.
Until that day, when I witnessed with my own eyes the man who once vowed to love me entangled with someone else in a hotel bed, I finally understood—this marriage had been hell from the beginning.
I filed for divorce but was threatened and coerced, and even my beloved family was dragged into this power struggle.
With nowhere to turn, I accepted Ethan's terms.
He resolved everything with swift efficiency, and I finally broke free from my chains.
But this time, I vowed never to be anyone's accessory again.
I gave Ethan the cold shoulder, rejected his advances, and poured all my passion into my career.
I thought a tycoon like him would surely become furious and make me pay the price, but he didn't—he just waited quietly, watching me with those bottomless eyes, as if saying: Jane, you can't escape me.
Facing Ethan's relentless pursuit and gentle offensive, I eventually let my heart waver.
Ironically, my contemptible ex-husband had seemingly transformed into a different person, kneeling daily outside my apartment door, begging for my forgiveness and reconciliation.
Forgiveness? Did he deserve it?
Until that night, when Ethan leaned tiredly against the headboard, his bangs falling carelessly—in that moment, my heart suddenly trembled.
That silhouette, that expression, overlapped with a figure from my childhood memories.
As he slowly revealed the story of how we first met, sealed memories came flooding back like a tide.
All along, his reason for marrying me wasn't revenge or personal gain, but simply to love me properly...