Rhea emerged from the bathroom in a loose bathrobe, damp hair dripping onto her shoulders.
Her smooth legs hooked around the man’s waist.
"With how exhausting the wedding was, it’s normal for Starlene to want some rest."
"If I had a boss as cold-hearted as you, I would have quit long ago."
"Since we’re on our honeymoon, don’t worry about things at home. We can talk it out with Starlene when we return."
Justin gave a brief nod, his eyes already clouding over with desire.
Two months later, they finally returned from their honeymoon abroad.
As soon as they stepped into the villa, Justin’s voice rang out instinctively, "Starlene? Starlene, quick help Rhea with her luggage."
This time, there was no familiar, gentle reply.
The servants froze mid-task, exchanging uneasy glances before one of them stepped forward.
"Sir, Starlene left two months ago."
"She only left this behind and she said you should see it yourself."
The servant extended a medical diagnosis. Terminal cancer.
At a glance, the blood drained from Justin’s face.
