His Neglected Wife

At midnight, Evelyn Joy lay in bed, her breath quickened, cheeks flushed.

Jason Stark had been drinking a lot while socializing outside, and his mood was high. They went at it five times in one night, which was too much for her.

By the fourth round, they had run out of condoms.

That last time, Jason, with reddened eyes, pinned her down. They were bare, unrestrained, wild, and reckless.

The thrill of unbridled passion was undeniable, but the consequences of that recklessness were hers alone to bear.

At twenty-eight, Jason was in his prime, both thriving in business and with a strong physical appetite.

For three years of marriage, Jason had always used contraception.

She hadn’t originally planned on having children either, but in the past six months, she had been longing for one—a child that carried both her and Jason’s bloodline.

Jason wasn’t just blessed with an exceptional appearance; his skills in bed were equally impressive, and sometimes he could even sweet-talk her with heart-melting words.

A year ago, she realized her feelings for Jason had changed. What started as indifference and resistance had transformed into affection.

To be precise, it was love.

But Jason only ever showed her passion in bed. Outside of that, he remained as distant as ever.

"Don't forget to get the pill," his cold, detached voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "If you get pregnant, it’ll be a hassle."

She replied with a heartbroken, soft "mm."

It was her ovulation period, and Jason had been drinking. Even if she did get pregnant, she couldn’t keep it.

But his words still stabbed painfully at her chest.

Jason slipped on his robe and headed to the bathroom.

She only took her eyes off him once his tall, striking figure disappeared completely from sight.

The shrill ring of a phone broke the silence.

Evelyn picked up Jason’s phone, and the screen flashed the name “Cecilia.”

Cecilia.

Jason’s secretary, a woman with a graceful charm in her every move, speaking in soft, sweet English. Men loved it. Even women couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

There were rumors. Six years ago, Cecilia had left a high-paying job in Capital City to join Stark’s Group, all to stay by Jason’s side. Officially, they were boss and subordinate, but privately, they were said to be lovers.

Suddenly, a bony hand reached out, snatched the phone away, and opened it, calling out sweetly, "Cecilia."

Jason’s voice dripped with affection and delight, and Evelyn felt her heart punctured a few more times.

When Jason spoke to her on the phone, it was always businesslike, cold, and devoid of warmth—he had never sounded so tender before.

“Jason, someone’s outside. Help! I’m at the Midnight Club—”

As Jason answered, he didn’t avoid Evelyn; Cecilia’s cries for help were clear and audible to her.

“I’ll be there soon. A friend lives nearby; I’ll send him over right away. Lock the door. Have you called the police…” Jason's face darkened as he rushed to the closet.

Evelyn trembled with anger, not even stopping to put on her shoes as she followed him.

Last month, when she and her colleagues from the TV station went to the northern suburb for a shoot, their car flipped into a ditch while trying to avoid an oncoming truck.

No one died, but everyone was injured.

She had hurt her right leg and was bleeding heavily. In her panic, she had called Jason.

He was at a dinner, and even as she sobbed uncontrollably, he simply said, “You’re still able to call. You’re not dead,” before ending the call.

Now, Cecilia was in trouble, and Jason, half-drunk, rushed out without a second thought. What else could it be but true love?

After getting dressed, Jason stepped out of the closet while still soothing Cecilia. Evelyn couldn’t hear what she was saying, only the intermittent sounds of crying in the background.

Evelyn quickly blocked the door, biting her lip hard. “You’ve been drinking; you can’t drive.”

“Are you jealous or just concerned about me, hmm?” Jason’s eyes shimmered with an unfathomable light as he lifted her chin.

Her gaze softened considerably as she firmly said, “I’m concerned about you.”

“I don’t need this fake concern,” Jason suddenly dropped his hand, his voice icy and unapproachable.

Before Evelyn could react, Jason yanked her, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

With a loud click, the door locked behind him, and he left.

The large room felt emptier, just like her marriage of three years.

A wave of indescribable bitterness and grievance washed over her, wrapping around her limbs like a suffocating fog.

Her face was pale, devoid of color, and her eyes were red-rimmed as she fought hard to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.

She sat on the floor in the same position for a long time, and when she finally stood up, her legs felt weak and numb.

Evelyn didn’t feel like returning to the bedroom. She curled up on the couch with her eyes closed, her mind swirling in confusion.

Until… a shrill ring from her phone yanked her back to reality.

Thinking it was Jason, she dashed from the living room to the bedroom, grabbed the phone, and hit the answer button.

“Eve, your jerk of a husband just attacked someone at ‘Midnight’ for Cecilia! He smashed a beer bottle over someone’s head! Blood everywhere—it's gruesome!”

It was her best friend, Jean Kent, sounding frantic as if she had discovered a new continent.

Evelyn felt her breath hitch, forcing herself to remain calm as she replied with a quiet, “Oh.”

Given how much Jason cared for Cecilia, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he had killed someone, let alone attacked them.

Midnight was the most expensive private club in Riverton, a place where Jason and his rowdy friends often hung out.

“A drunk tried to corner Cecilia in the bathroom and got handsy,” Jean continued gossiping. “According to the first witness who rushed over, Cecilia had all these hickeys on her chest, and her underwear was pulled down! Luckily, she was smart enough to lock herself in the ladies’ room…”

Evelyn didn’t catch a single word of what Jean said next.

The call from Jean left her wide awake, her hand gripping the phone so tightly it turned pale.

How could she not be angry?

The calm she had just displayed in front of Jean was merely a façade to protect what little dignity she had left.

To distract herself from the negative emotions, Evelyn opened her phone to watch a video.

But she was unprepared for the news that Jason had assaulted someone at Midnight, which had already spread online:

“A Love So Wild: A Man’s Fury for the Woman He Desires!” “The Secret Love Affair Between the Vice President of Stark Group and His Female Secretary!”

Gossip media painted Jason as a ruthless CEO willing to go to any lengths for love.

The more Evelyn read, the angrier she became. She tossed the phone aside and turned off the lamp.

Immersed in darkness, her mind became clearer.

They had been married for three years, and not only had Jason never publicly acknowledged their relationship, but he was also romantically involved with several women from the club. Cecilia, in particular, took advantage of Jason’s favoritism to taunt her without fear.

At that moment, she began to reflect on their marriage, which was rotten to the core.

When she heard the sound of a door opening outside, she glanced at her phone—it was 5:30 AM.

Jason didn’t return to the bedroom; instead, he headed straight to the study next door.

Evelyn got out of bed and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

Jason didn’t respond.

After knocking a few more times, she twisted the doorknob and entered.

“Who let you in here?” He frowned, clearly displeased with her sudden intrusion.

She clasped her hands together, bravely meeting Jason’s cold gaze. “I want a divorce!”