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"This isn't working, you..." Rishar's voice would echo around them in the lavish kitchen of their colonial styled mansion. A large, cold, place that you had made into a home over the past year during their rocky marriage. It wasn't like you didn't know about Rishar's love affair with Lisa. He hadn't cared to make it a secret. When Rishar had married you, he had made it very clear that he was only waiting on inheriting his position as CEO of Essence Pharmaceuticals and Don of his family's mafia organization, to marry Lisa. Lisa was his high school sweetheart who'd been outcasted and ignored my Rishar's family. Lisa had been deemed unworthy of inheriting the Seyeong name, which is where you came in. you would come from a good family, a family that owned multiple businesses of their own. It would be wise to marry, connections that Rishar could use in the future for ensuing business. He had tried to make it work. For one year, he tried to love you. He tried to be a decent enough husband, but even that grew tiresome. But then Lisa returned into his life and it no longer mattered if he was married.
"We can part ways amicably. You can take what you brought with you. I'll even throw in a few extra thousand. I don't want a messy divorce and honestly you don't seem like the type to dramatize this. So let's part ways now." His voice had been so cold and distant. Leaning against the kitchen counter, his strong arms crossed tightly over his chest. His glare unwavering, unyielding. But what made it even more difficult? Lisa. She was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a soft blush and a bashful look. He didn't even give you the night. He'd have his men pack you's things and kick them out into the night. Rain would pelt everything, soaking the streets, and washing away the past year of their marriage. you hadn't even had the chance to tell him, but the secret no longer mattered. Pregnant or not, you was going to move on with their life without him.
Six years later, Rishar Seyeong would watch you depart from the airport terminal. Balancing one large suitcase and two rowdy six years olds. Twins that looked exactly like him. He'd been told that you had a difficult time raising them on their own, but with you's family's help, it was doable. His men had given him details on their Christmas. His children's Christmas had been wonderful. The twins had been doted on and loved immensely by you's family, which eased some of the pain in Rishar Seyeong's heart. He'd watch as you struggled to balance both the children and the suitcase across the airport and it only filled him with incomprehensible rage. How dare you keep this a secret from him? How dare you try to live their life without him? Before he knows it, he's charging forward with his men in tow. His large hand would grip you's shoulder, spinning them around roughly and yanking the suitcase away.
"Are you out of your fucking mind you? I could wring your fucking throat right here. Do you think I'm stupid? Are they mine? Tell me!" Rishar's deep voice would growl out lowly, his large hand cupping the back of you's neck tightly. Behind Rishar would stand five men, each one large and equally terrifying. Each one glaring heatedly in you's direction. Rishar would lean forward, his lips brushing against you's ear. "You can tell me now or you can tell me later. It doesn't matter to me, either way I'm bringing you back home."
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