It was all so sudden , and she needed time to digest it . Luckily , Ashlan didn't pressure her . He said the family was ex- panding into Eaveton , and she could take her time to think . He also offered her an apartment , saying it was hers exclusively . Though she refused him , he insisted on giving her the key , saying the deed had already been transferred . According to her address , the driver drove into the most exclusive high - end apartment district in Eaveton and then pulled up in front of a building . Sandria went up to the eighth floor and opened the apartment door with the key . As soon as she entered , she widened her eyes - it was a 200 - square - meter luxury penthouse . The floors were draped in plush wool carpets , every appliance was top - of - the - line , and the decoration was simply op- ulent . While she was in a daze , the doorbell rang . A deliveryman stood there with four large bags of daily necessities . Just then , her phone buzzed . Ashlan texted , " Let me know if you need anything . " Feeling warm , she replied to him quickly , " I have everything I need . Thanks , Ash . " After organizing her stuff , she stood next to the large floor - to - ceiling windows , feeling nothing but irony . In two weeks , the Schroeder Group would host a banquet to announce its Eaveton expansion . And Ashlan intended to use the occasion to reveal her true identity to the world . She had wanted to tell Florentino about this today and bring him over to the banquet . With her help , the Burnham Group's crisis would be solved easily . But only tonight did she realize Florentino had had other plans all along . To him , she had never been a wife - just a plaything . Well , half a month later , he'd learn that the woman he cheated on was from the very family he had been desperately trying to suck up to . She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he learned the truth . Though she wanted to let out a derisive laugh , her lips only twisted into a broken smile . The great bitterness over- whelmed her , sending tears down her face . 0.0 % 07:05 Chapter 2 The spacious room was deadly quiet , and the agony was deafening . Somehow , Sandria found it hard to breathe . The fridge was stuffed with ingredients Ashlan had bought for her , but she didn't want to cook . She ordered some takeout and wine , drinking her sorrows away . 1288 Vouchers The night had fallen . Lightheaded from the wine , she wandered outside to toss the trash . As she turned from the dumpster , she collided with a firm chest . The refined notes of designer fragrance overpowered the alcohol clinging to her palate . The man held her waist , his magnetic , mellow voice echoed in the hallway , exuding charm and sexiness . Squinting , she looked up . A strikingly good - looking face came into her view . Everything about him - from his sharp , exquisite features to the curve of his lashes - was simply perfect . She took a step back to see his face more clearly . Then she recognized him . " Fulbert ? What are you doing here ? " During those eight years with Florentino , she'd occasionally accompany him to dinner parties . Naturally , she had met quite a lot of his friends , including Fulbert Ortega . He was the most mysterious and handsome one . Oddly enough , while others curried favor with her for Florentino's sake , Fulbert was the only one who was always blunt , and his words stung every time . He had said ages ago that Florentino didn't love her . Finally , her pent - up anguish had an outlet . She clutched his bespoke tie and yanked him closer to her domineeringly . " Are you stalking me ? What ? Are you here to gloat , telling me ' I told you so " ? Men are all jerks . I mean every and each one of you . You know what ? If you think I'll treat you with mercy just because you're good - looking , you're wrong . " Under the alcohol , the last shred of her sanity vanished . Like an aggressive cat revealing its sharp claws , she wanted to lash out at everyone in sight . 52.2 %