He Stood at Memory's End

When she married Harry Slate, she was 22 years old while he was 32.

During their three years of marriage, he showered her with endless tenderness and would give her anything she wanted. He said he could pick the stars for her if she wanted, even the moon if she so wished. He spoiled her like she was a precious treasure.

The only thing was that he had insatiable demands every night. He would chuckle and refuse to let her go, even when she cried and begged for mercy.

She knew Harry had a lot of money and a lot of love—and all of it belonged to her. The day her father passed away, she called him 99 times, yet he declined every single one.

The next second, she received a photo taken by her best friend.

[Celine, is this your man? I saw him hugging a woman on the streets of Palto.]

After tapping the photo and seeing the man and the woman, Celine Quest felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss.

The man was Harry, and the woman was her aunt.

Three days after Celine Quest's father, Tobias Quest, passed away, Harry Slate finally returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Celine sitting on the couch. Her eyes were sunken, her figure thin and frail.

The guilt in his heart peaked. He quickly walked up to her and hugged her. "Celine, I flew to Palto for a meeting at the last minute. Due to the time difference, I didn't receive your call. That's why I couldn't accompany you to the funeral. It's my fault. What compensation do you want? I'll give it to you, okay?"

Celine quietly listened to him. Her expression was blank, showing no emotion. She said nothing and just took out two documents from her bag. She opened the last page for both of them before handing it to him. "I want these two things. Sign them."

Harry let out a sigh of relief and quickly picked up a pen to sign his name.

Seeing his unhesitating action, Celine's eyes began to well up with tears. "You didn't even look at the papers. Aren't you worried that the things I want from you are very expensive?"

Harry helplessly held the woman in his arms. "Celine, we're husband and wife. What's mine is yours. Once the baby is born, it'll belong to you and the baby. You can have whatever you want, do you understand?"

Then, he bent over to listen to the movement of the baby in her belly. "Are you going for a prenatal checkup today? Is the baby restless? How about I go with you?"

Celine remained silent, neither saying yes nor no.

Harry took it as her agreement and helped her get into the car. Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the car was grim. Neither one of them spoke.

Harry tried to find a topic, but his phone suddenly rang.

"Harry, I'm back in