Elaine had never known Jasper could be so cutting with his words.

There were no curses or vulgarities.

Yet his remarks were so pointed and sarcastic that she could not stand it.

She felt like her heart was already torn to shreds by his words, bleeding out, but she still could not help feeling heartbroken.

The saying—Time changes everything—could not be more true for her and Jasper.

As she bit back the sting, Elaine shot back with a reply. "Don't kid yourself, Jasper. I'm not exactly pining for you."

Jasper gave her a look that was half-smirk, half-question. "Really?"

Elaine nodded firmly. "Absolutely. You were the one who said you wouldn't meddle in my personal life."

He had indeed said that to her, right after she saw a photo of him in the newspaper, cozying up to a movie star.

"Isn't it better to just do our own thing?"

She could still recall those words as if they were spoken yesterday.

Jasper looked at her up and down. "Maybe you're right."

He said, "Just try not to book the same hotel next time. It makes it tough for people not to get the wrong idea."

Elaine gave a half-smile. "Quite a coincidence."

Jasper said, "Mrs. Carter, we seem to be a magnet for coincidences."

Elaine fell silent, at a loss for words.

Maybe it was because she knew Jasper would not believe her anyway.

So she did not even try.

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them.

The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go.

Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection.

Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her.

She had been that girl once.

As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck.

Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

Elaine could not help but chuckle.

She did—a real, audible laugh.

It was not until the pair had disappeared that she slowly stepped into another elevator.

Elaine's car waited outside. After checking out, she stepped into the fresh air only to spot Lucy again.

Jasper must have left on some errand, leaving his mistress waiting for the driver.

Elaine walked past her, without intending to strike up a conversation or flaunt her status.

However, the favored mistress, emboldened, was a stark contrast to the docile girl by Jasper's side. She called out, "Ms. Johnson."

Elaine paused before she turned to face her. "Yes? What is it?"

With a triumphant air, Lucy said, "I'm Mr. Carter's new favorite, so it's time for you to step aside. Love's gone; without it, marriage is like chewing on cardboard—it's enough to make you sick."

She was bathed in sunlight, her white dress cinching at the waist, showcasing her delicate figure.

She was undeniably youthful, stunning, and vibrant.

It was a sight that would catch anyone's eye.

Lucy's smile was tinged with pride as she boasted, "You saw it yourself, Mr. Carter adores me."

Then, she said, "As for you...

"I'm well aware he hasn't been home in ages."

Elaine gave a noncommittal hum, offering no argument.

She casually untied her scarf. With little concern, she said, "I've got one of those, too."

Lucy's eyes widened as she stared at Elaine in disbelief.

"You..."

Elaine gave her a knowing smile. "Ms. Chapman, if you're that capable, try snagging Jasper for marriage. However, let me tell you, being his wife isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Lucy was too caught up in excitement to really listen. "You're not worried about me telling Mr. Carter? You think he'd want a faded beauty? Plus, you're cheating while still being married."

Elaine could not help but laugh at the irony, especially since those accusations were coming from Lucy.

Lucy seemed blissfully unaware that Elaine and Jasper were already navigating their divorce.

She was entirely in the dark.

"Go ahead and tell him," Elaine said dismissively. "I don't need you to speak for me. I'll tell him to his face."

Elaine was not about to make her life more complicated than needed, especially since her words that morning had fallen on Jasper's deaf ears.

She did not waste too much time on a back-and-forth with Lucy.

On her way home, Jasper's assistant rang her again.

"Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter would like you to come to the old mansion tonight. Please don't be late."

The Carters had their ritual family dinner every month.

Every time, Elaine had to play the part of the doting wife beside Jasper, smiling sweetly in front of the family.

"Got it," she replied, though she dreaded returning to that house.

Jasper's mother, Mandy Parker, was a piece of work—always on Elaine's case.

Since Elaine became Mrs. Carter, Mandy had been hounding her for a grandchild.

Lately, she had taken to sniping at Elaine, suggesting she was as barren as a hen that could not lay eggs.

The elders did not know about the impending divorce yet.

Elaine had no clue when Jasper would spill the beans.

That evening, Elaine arrived at the Carter old mansion on time.

Sure enough, Mandy zeroed in on her the moment she walked in, her first jab sharp as ever. "No baby on the way yet?"

Then, Mandy's brow furrowed as she said, "I've heard Jasper hasn't been around your place in ages."

That was the truth.

Elaine nodded without a hint of embarrassment, as if her husband's escapades were nothing to fuss over.

Mandy's irritation spiked at Elaine's unflappable attitude. "He doesn't come home, and you don't bother to chase after him?"

Elaine's lips curled into a smile. Who said she had not tried to take matters into her own hands?

However, all she got for her troubles was a slap of shame.

Jasper had come home on a rare occasion, only to hole up in the study.

She had slipped into a slinky nightgown and boldly knocked on his door.

Jasper had barely looked at her before saying, "Mrs. Carter, I'm sorry, but no desire means no desire. You could be naked, and it wouldn't make a difference to me."

"Elaine, you've been part of the Carter family for a long time.

"In all these years, we've never shortchanged you, right? No kids yet—how does that look? The gossip is unbearable.

"You might not worry about your reputation, but the Carters have a name to uphold.

"If things don't change, it may be time for you to step aside."

Mandy's words were calm, her tone low, affording Elaine her pride.

Elaine was about to respond when Mandy said, "I wasn't happy when Jasper wanted to marry you. I only agreed with great reluctance.

"To be frank, you're from a modest background, and well—"

Mandy hesitated before she said, "You're just not in the same league as the Carter family.

"However, Jasper was smitten with you, dead set on marrying you. He didn't want anyone else.

"We had to give in.

"I used to think Jasper was head over heels for you. Now, it seems that was all there was to it."

Love was often a fair-weather friend—easy to come by during tough times, but hard to hold on to.

Even the most steadfast love could not outlast the wear and tear of time.

Just a few years had passed, and the man who could not live without her had grown indifferent and distant.

However, Elaine was still stuck in the same spot, endlessly asking herself why.

Why would he do that to her?

Why did he claim to love her, only to quickly change his mind?

Elaine's smile was forced as she listened to Mandy, and her laughter strained. "Mom, you can take that up with him. When it comes to divorce, my word doesn't count."

It was not like Mandy had not said as much to her son, but he had been stubborn as a mule.

With a dismissive huff, Mandy dropped the subject.

When Jasper returned, he found his mother and wife both looking sour. He nonchalantly straightened his tie, approached them, and cheerfully asked, "What's the scene here? A major drama?"

Mandy's irritation flared up when she saw her son. "You're such an annoyance. You're still causing trouble at your age."

Jasper just smiled and sweet-talked her a bit.

Mandy perked up and dropped the subject, as there were other things on her plate.

Jasper finally turned to Elaine and said, "You and Mom had it out?"

Elaine gazed at him, noting that the years had not changed his looks; he was as dashing as the day they met. However, his heart had turned into something so unfeeling and unreadable.

She snapped out of her thoughts. "Your mom's on our case about having kids."

The relentless pressure to get pregnant had always been her burden alone, and she had kept it from Jasper—until that night, when she just could not keep it in any longer.

Maybe it was Mandy's words that brought it all rushing back. Her mind was haunted by the boy she fell for. How did they end up like that? She could not accept it. She could not accept that she and Jasper might not make it to the finish line.

She still needed to prove that Jasper loved her. She still hoped to mend their fractured love.

Elaine bit her lip and said, "However, you were never home. How was I supposed to get pregnant, to have a baby?"

Jasper was quiet for a beat, his brooding eyes fixed on her. After a pause, he carelessly said, "If I were not home, Mrs. Carter, you could always have a baby with some other guy."

His words cut deep and were not delivered with a hint of humor.

Then, he said flippantly, "It wouldn't bother me, Mrs. Carter."

Elaine felt like she had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer, stunned into silence. She took a deep breath to steady the sharp ache in her heart and asked, "Jasper, do you mean that?"

Jasper locked eyes with her, his voice devoid of humor. "There's nothing funny about this.

"We had an understanding, remember? You do your thing, I do mine.

"If you're having trouble choosing, I can introduce you to some top-notch guys, perfect for starting a family. Then you won't have to stress over this anymore."

Elaine felt like she was drowning, gasping for air, the weight of his words like a tide pulling her under.

However, it was not tears that her heart wept.

It was boiling blood.

After a moment, Elaine's voice cut through the silence. "Alright. However, don't come to regret it."

Jasper's smile was thin, his voice icy. "Regret? You're overthinking it, Mrs. Carter."

Suddenly, Elaine remembered the previous night, the final encounter with Stephen, unprotected because they had run out of everything.

She had meant to take a morning-after pill.

However, in the rush of the day, it had slipped her mind.

At that moment, it seemed unnecessary.