President Your Wife Is Getting Remarried

After a long, harsh winter, it was spring again. As a night breeze blew in through the slightly opened window, it flapped the lilac velvet curtains and brought a roomful of chill.

Sara White sat up panting on the bed, her forehead wet by cold sweat and her comely face as white as paper.

Tightly, she clasped the quilt with her slender fingers, her red eyes moist with painful tears. It had been three years since that night, but the terrifying scene kept haunting in the dreams. After calming herself down, she closed her eyes again.

In the morning, the phone ringing awakened the woman on the bed. "Sara, it's your wedding anniversary with Kent today. You should grasp this opportunity. Grandpa wants to have a great-grandson." Elliott Fitch, in his 60s, sounded spirited in his voice. He was the only person who was nice to Sara in the Fitch's. But thinking of Kent Fitch, she felt mixed emotions.

Handsome and capable, Kent was the only successor in the Fitch's, running a huge international jewelry enterprise. His one casual stamp was enough to make the whole industry tremble violently.

He was a success in all aspects except for the marriage with her, as he said.

She closed her eyes sadly and replied, "I see, grandpa." Carefully, she hid her disappointment and frustration in her heart.

"Good girl, I've prepared a gift for you. Someone will send it to you after a while." Soon after she hung up the phone, she received a package. She opened it and found a sexy pink lace nightdress. With a wry smile, she put a hand on her forehead.

What a naughty old man...