His first love barged into my office and stood before me, mocking, "He doesn't love you at all."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know whether he loves me, but I am Mrs. Brooke now. And who are you, exactly?"

I was surprised that there was still someone so clueless in this day and age.

Marriage was all about mutual benefit; the idea of love was downright ridiculous.

To me, Noah was just a means to an end—a tool that would double my worth.

I had never taken him seriously.

When I graduated from Saint Martin University, my classmates and I celebrated by partying at a bar for three whole days.

At that moment, Noah Brooke was tangled up with his first love, his dream lover. I'd seen her picture once in his wallet—fair skin, stunning looks, and long, slender legs. She was just another pretty face, blending in with a sea of similar types.

I caught another glimpse of that photo later on Noah's social media.

Alice Larson, sitting beside me, chuckled. "She has a face that inspires zero desire—fresh but so bland."

Maybe first loves are like that—a delicate little flower swaying in the wind, evoking sympathy.

Noah, like most men, had poor taste.

My flight back home landed at 3:00 AM, and the cold wind in Sylverwood stung my face like tiny needles. I wrapped my scarf tightly around my neck, dragging my suitcase behind me.

I instinctively returned to the apartment on Moonfall Avenue, our little love nest.

After knocking for what felt like ages with no response, I had no choice but to call the property management office.

The commotion probably woke someone up. The door creaked open, but it wasn't Noah who appeared; it was his half-brother, Howard Brooke.

He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, wearing silk pajamas and sporting a messy hairdo. He rubbed his eyes continuously, clearly groggy.

"Teagan Reed?" he mumbled, and once he recognized me, he swallowed hard. "Teagan, listen to me. There's nothing going on between Noah and that woman!"

I pushed past him, forcing my way inside.

The apartment was empty.

Howard grabbed my arm from behind, and as I stumbled, we both fell onto the carpet.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I struggled against him but to no avail. Something ignited in him, and he trapped me in place while growling, "Teagan, you are asking for it."

I wrapped my hands around his neck, and his face turned bright red as a dark smile spread across his lips.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was high in the sky, its glare piercing through the windows.

My throat was dry, so I got up to find some water. I noticed Howard's cigarettes lying around and lit one up, taking a long drag.

Unbeknownst to me, he had silently approached and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His voice was low and serious. "I'll go talk to my dad and make sure you two get a divorce."

I pushed him away and extinguished the cigarette. "No need."

He didn't give up easily, his bright eyes dimming in an instant. "What do you mean, no need? With him treating you like that, how can you just let it go?"

I grabbed some clothes and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me to keep him out.

Let it go?

What was there to let go of?

When I finished getting ready and stepped out, the room was already empty.

My stomach started rumbling, so I rummaged through the fridge for some frozen food to cook.

I lingered in the apartment until evening, then packed up my things to head back home.

That momentary indulgence left me feeling fuzzy-headed; returning home was the only way to face reality clearly.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I saw a missed call from Noah.

I chose not to return it.

Once in my bedroom, I opened my laptop to work on some research. My studies were complete, but I had no idea what my future held.

When I was studying in Argusia, I'd made up my mind to try starting my own business when I returned home.

Working for someone else was out of the question—it was never going to happen.

As the stars twinkled outside, I opened the window, letting in the cool night air that gradually cleared my mind.

My phone rang again.

I answered, and the noise on the other end was chaotic.

"Teagan, I'm giving you one last chance."

Noah sounded a little tipsy, slurring his words as laughter from other men echoed around him.

I felt a wave of irritation wash over me. "What chance?"

Noah scoffed, "The chance to make up."

I replied flatly, "No need."

After a moment of silence, he laughed derisively. "Very well, Teagan. You're something else."

I hung up the phone and returned to my work.

It was already 3:00 AM, and I had lost count of how many sleepless nights I'd endured.

Before I returned to the country, I had visited the most renowned therapist in Pergam.

He told me I was suffering from severe depression and needed to be hospitalized for treatment.

I refused.

This trip back home was primarily for my health, a chance to recuperate and receive proper treatment.

I barely stepped outside, isolating myself from the world. My parents were abroad, and they hadn't returned in a long time. Even Cassidy Rivers, the housekeeper, had been sent off to the villa in the southern part of town.

It was quiet, just the way I liked it.

The only visitor I had was Howard. He brought an assortment of food along with flowers and fruit. I couldn't help but tease him, "This isn't a hospital. You're making me feel like I'm gravely ill."

As I worked at my computer, he sat across from me with a cup of coffee in hand. He occasionally played games and sometimes complained about a new female hire at his company who relentlessly pursued him, making him hesitant to go to work lately.

I wondered if he was trying to annoy me, as he seemed to grow more animated with each story he told.

I shot back coolly, "Is she pretty?"

He nodded.

"Then why don't you just accept her advances?"

He sighed deeply, his head down. "But she's not as pretty as you."

He had that same playful smile. He was always patient with me, never complaining about my cold demeanor.

Eventually, his chatter began to annoy me, and I sometimes tossed him and all his belongings out the door in frustration. I couldn't resist mocking him, "If you want to accept her, just go for it."

He stammered, clearly losing his confidence. "I just... wanted to see if you cared."

I shut the door in his face without a second thought. Who was worth my concern anyway?

Later on, Howard's company began thriving, and he finally felt he could hold his head high among the Brookes. Unlike his brother, Noah, who was born the heir of the Brookes and didn't have to lift a finger to climb the ladder of success.

One day, I agreed to attend a business dinner with Noah. We weren't divorced yet, and to the outside world, we still seemed like an enviable couple.

When his car pulled up to my place, I was struggling to walk in heels I hadn't worn in ages. He rolled down the window, his expression dark as he said, "Get in."

I didn't look at him, preoccupied with my ride-sharing app.

He wouldn't take no for an answer. He stepped out, lifted me effortlessly, and placed me in the passenger seat.

"Do you hate me that much?" he asked, his voice rough and eyes slightly red.

I instinctively raised my hand to block his lips as he leaned closer.

"Teagan! Don't forget that we're not divorced yet!"

I slapped him hard across the face, and his fair skin flushed instantly.

"After all this time, it seems like you've gotten stronger."

I turned my head away, refusing to meet his gaze.

All the while, he winced, rubbing his cheek and occasionally glancing at me as he drove. He transferred a sum of money to my account, claiming it was for me to start my own studio. He had even ordered a room full of roses to celebrate my successful return.

I accepted the money without a second thought.

"Stay out of matters regarding Lillian from now on."

His words cut through me like ice.

I raised an eyebrow. "Fine by me."

He didn't notice the small smile that crept onto my lips.

The Brookes were the wealthiest family in Sylverwood, worth billions, while my family, the Reeds, though not rich, had enough standing to be considered respectable. Marrying him was a match made in heaven, a union of equals.

If it came down to it, should he choose to divorce me, I would cause a ruckus that would shake the city. That would make any future resolution even more difficult.

So, for the sake of our mutual benefit, I intended to make the most of my position as Mrs. Brooke.

As the dinner progressed, Noah disappeared for a while. When he returned, there were glaring lipstick stains on his shirt.

I couldn't help but smile behind my hand, knowing Lillian Carroll's tactics were so predictable. I was too tired to retaliate.

It was a blatant show of defiance. When others noticed, the atmosphere grew tense, and I stepped in to ease the situation.

"Oh, clumsy me, leaving those marks on your shirt," I said as I pulled him toward the restroom.

I took out some wipes and began to remove the lipstick stains.

He leaned closer, whispering, "Teagan, don't be mad."

When the wipe accidentally brushed against his neck, he shivered.

With a cool expression, I replied casually, "Why would I be mad? It's not like I have feelings for you."

His deep, mysterious eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn't quite place.

He stood there, speechless for what felt like forever. I stared at his face, so close to mine, and found myself lost in thought. He was undeniably handsome—he had strong features but not harsh, with an aura of quiet intensity. Yet, even facing such a breathtaking man, I felt nothing.

"Noah, our marriage was always about business. There's no need to overthink it.

"I've known about you and Lillian for a while now. You know what you should and shouldn't do. Grandpa cares a lot about the Brookes' reputation."

I grew more serious as I spoke. His grandfather, Doug Brooke's, health was worsening, and if anything happened, I doubted he could handle the stress. The company would feel the blow too.

After a long pause, Noah finally responded, "Teagan, you're right. The last thing our marriage needs is feelings."

I pulled my hand back, my voice cold. "The doors of the Brooke residence are for me and me alone. Don't even think about bringing another woman into that house."

He straightened his collar and gave me a playful smile in the mirror.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Brooke."

On the way back, Noah unexpectedly seemed interested in conversation, chatting more than usual.

"Where do you plan to open your studio?" he asked. "I gave you enough money to start a whole company, so why not think big?"

I gazed out the window. "Because that’s what I want."

Seeing my lack of interest, he quickly changed the subject.

"Has Grandpa talked to you about anything recently?"

I sighed and turned to him. "He wants us to have a baby as soon as possible."

Noah immediately started coughing, his face flushing bright red, clearly uncomfortable and not sure where to look.

"I-I'm not ready for that," he stammered.

I fell silent for a while before chuckling. "Well, I am. Grandpa's waiting to hold his great-grandchild. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, would we?"

He hesitated but finally muttered, "Alright."

A child born into the Brookes would already have a head start in life. It didn't matter to me who the father was or if we had any real connection. As long as my current status allowed me to live comfortably and elevate my career, that was all I needed.

On the day my studio opened, the event was grand—thanks to the Brookes' name. Industry leaders flocked to support me, and the celebration was lively and extravagant.

Noah didn't show up, but he did send a huge bouquet of flowers.

Doug attended in person to cut the ribbon and didn't miss the chance to remind the business moguls to take good care of me. He had no objections to me starting the studio; in fact, he admired my ambition and courage.

Having just returned to the country, I needed time to gather momentum, and he understood that.

After the opening ceremony, I cleaned up and retreated to my office to make some coffee. Suddenly, I heard the click of high heels approaching.

I looked up and saw Noah's dream girl, Lillian. She was a well-known model in the industry—tall, with strikingly fair skin, and dressed in a sleek, black strap dress that highlighted her elegant neckline and shoulders. Her soft, natural makeup added to her graceful appearance.

Her voice was sweet as she introduced herself. "Hello, Ms. Reed. I'm Noah's girlfriend, Lillian."

I was busy sorting through a pile of design drafts, trying to decide on the final sample for my launch. Frustration was creeping in as I struggled with the details.

"Ms. Reed," she repeated, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Ms. Reed, who gave you the audacity to act so high and mighty?"

I let out a small laugh. "Shouldn't you be calling me Mrs. Brooke?"

"Mrs. Brooke," she replied through gritted teeth.

"Sit."

I went back to reviewing the drafts. With my product launch just days away and adjustments still needed, I was far too busy to deal with her. I hadn't planned on engaging, but she had come here looking for a fight.

Lillian grew impatient. "He doesn't love you at all."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know whether he loves me, but I am Mrs. Brooke now. And who are you, exactly?

"And do you even realize the size of the fortune tied to this marriage between the Brookes and the Reeds? You're here talking about love? How naive."

From the moment I was born, I understood how the world worked. Getting hung up on love was the most childish thing imaginable.

Love—real or not—could disappear in a heartbeat. Why chase after something so fleeting when material wealth, something tangible, could offer far more security?

Only when I held it tightly in my hands could I feel at peace.

Lillian was visibly shaken by my words, momentarily lost for a response.

"If there's no love between you two, why are you holding on? Are you really going to sacrifice your happiness for money?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

I couldn't help but sigh. It was like talking to a brick wall.

"Without money, there is no happiness. And let me ask you—if Noah were broke, would you still love him?"

Without hesitation, Lillian replied, "Yes! I'd love him even if he were penniless!"

How touching—true love, apparently.

"Ms. Carroll, I'm not questioning your love for Noah, but you need to understand something. This is my studio, not the place for you to make grand declarations. If you want to profess your love, go to Noah.

"If you said you loved Noah for his money, it'd be normal, and I'd respect your eye for opportunity. But to say you love him for who he is? Well, don't be surprised if I laugh at your childishness.

"Also, your relationship has nothing to do with me, nor do I care to know. So please, don't come to me with this again."

Livid, she grabbed the coffee I had set on the desk and threw it at me.

"You think you're so special! You're nothing but a dog in the manger! Who do you think you are to humiliate me?!"