After Christopher Fontaine stood her up for the third time, Josephine Kirk stood outside the clerk’s office and dialed a number.
\"Mr. Hargrove, I agree. We’ll get our marriage license in one month.\"
On the other end, a man’s voice came in fast. \"Are you sure you’ve thought this through? Marriage isn’t a small thing, Ms. Kirk. As far as I know, you and Christopher still have an engagement agreement.\"
Josephine’s voice stayed steady. \"Don’t worry. I’ll call off the engagement within two weeks.\"
Her engagement agreement with Christopher had long since become a joke to everyone.
Back then, Grandpa Fontaine and her parents had arranged the match. Later, her parents passed away. Grandpa Fontaine brought her into the Fontaine family and raised her, with the promise that when she turned twenty-one, she would marry Christopher and fulfill her parents’ wish.
But after her twenty-first birthday, when she brought up getting the marriage license, Christopher stood her up three times.
The last time, it was because Naomi Langdon had a birthday.
The time before that, it was Valentine’s Day, and Naomi got drunk and collapsed at a bar.
And this time, Naomi had a fever—one hundred point seven degrees.
In Christopher’s heart, getting married to her wasn’t as important as a single frown or smile from Naomi.
And yet, no matter how half-hearted Christopher was, he would never be the one to call off the engagement.
But since she’d decided to get the marriage license with Sebastian Hargrove in a month, she had to end this engagement—no matter what.
\"As long as Ms. Kirk has thought it through.\" The man’s voice on the phone was low and magnetic. \"But… I’ve heard you and Christopher are deeply involved. You should know the Hargrove family and the Fontaine family are like oil and water. And I’m not young anymore. A stable marriage matters to me. So I don’t want my wife to keep getting tangled up with an ex after we’re married.\"
The Hargrove family and the Fontaine family were both top-tier dynasties. On the surface they were polite enough, but behind closed doors, the tension was sharp.
That was exactly why Sebastian would choose to steal someone from the Fontaine side.
Josephine thought.
\"It won’t happen.\" She lowered her eyes, but her tone was unshakably firm. \"I’m not the type to go back for seconds.\"
The man seemed to let out a quiet chuckle. \"Good. In one month, I’ll be back in the country. You have one month.\"
The call ended. Josephine took a cab back to the Fontaine estate.
The moment she got into the car, her screen lit up. Group chat notifications popped one after another.
The newest one was Naomi tagging her.
\"Josephine, Christopher is such a mother hen. It’s just a little cold, and he insists I stay in the hospital.\"
A photo followed.
The girl lay on a hospital bed, frowning, her face slack with annoyance.
Beside her, Christopher coaxed her patiently to take her medicine, his eyes and brows full of tenderness.
Josephine stared at that scene, and something bitter and cold swept through her chest.
Christopher was famously beyond reach. He was always distant with women—cold and detached. Even Josephine, who could be called his childhood sweetheart, who grew up alongside him, was no exception.
So to move him, she’d learned to cook for him. She’d stayed up all night to take care of him. She’d even drawn blood for him after he got into trouble, risking her own life.
Later, she got what she wanted. He became her boyfriend, and then her fiancé.
But even so, after three years together, she had never seen this Christopher.
Naomi was the exception in Christopher’s life.
Josephine watched in silence for a long time before she finally came back to herself.
Everyone in the group saw it and couldn’t help teasing.
\"So Christopher has a day like this too. The cold Valeford Crown Prince turns into a full-on mother hen in seconds.\"
\"Only Naomi can make Christopher like that, right? Since they were kids, every time something happens to Naomi, Christopher turns into a different person.\"
\"Not just that—doesn’t Josephine treat Naomi like a little sister too?\"
Josephine did treat Naomi like a real little sister.
The Langdon family had been close friends with her parents. They’d moved overseas before, and only returned to Valeford a year ago.
Josephine was two years older. Because of the bond their parents once shared, she’d taken extra care of Naomi.
But no one ever told her Naomi had been Christopher’s first love. No one told her Naomi had gone abroad because she’d fought with Christopher.
And no one told her Christopher had finally agreed to be her boyfriend because she had a face that resembled Naomi by thirty percent.
In the group chat, someone quickly sensed something was off.
\"Wait—wasn’t Josephine supposed to go get the marriage license with Christopher today? If Christopher’s at the hospital with Naomi, then the clerk’s office…\"
Chapter 2 The Mistress Is Checking In
The group chat went dead silent for a beat.
A moment later, Christopher finally typed an explanation. “Something came up today.”
“The clerk’s office is closed today.”
Josephine added that too.
Nobody in the chat was stupid. It was Thursday. What clerk’s office was “closed” on a Thursday?
But those trust fund brats really liked Josephine as their future sister-in-law. She was low-maintenance. She never made a scene with Christopher.
So they all played along, tacitly covering for him.
“No need to rush the paperwork. Naomi’s sick. Josephine will understand.”
And only then did Christopher seem to remember he’d stood Josephine up. He messaged her.
“Sorry. Naomi’s sick, and I got busy and forgot. Next week okay? I won’t forget next time.”
Just a lazy excuse. Not a trace of comfort. Not a trace of guilt.
Josephine stared at Christopher’s message.
She knew he wouldn’t send a second one. If she didn’t text him first, he wouldn’t text her at all.
Calmly, she blocked him.
Three strikes.
And besides—there wasn’t going to be a next time for her and Christopher.
An hour later, Josephine got home.
Old Master Fontaine wasn’t there. He’d been staying at the mountain estate on vacation lately.
If Josephine wanted to call off the engagement, she’d have to wait until Old Master came back in a month.
A month from now was also Old Master’s birthday banquet. She planned to bring it up then—formally discuss ending the engagement.
But more importantly, she needed Christopher to sign the engagement dissolution agreement and return the jade token exchanged between the two families when the engagement was set.
Before any of that, the first thing Josephine had to do was move out of the Fontaine family home.
The room she lived in now had been personally arranged by Old Master Fontaine. It was right next to Christopher’s room—the room meant for the Fontaine family’s future young Mrs. Fontaine. Old Master had set it up that way on purpose, to push them closer.
But since she’d decided to end the engagement, she naturally had no business staying here.
Josephine packed up the old belongings that belonged to the Fontaines and put them into boxes. Just then, a servant knocked and reminded her, “Ms. Kirk, Mr. Christopher is back.”
Along with that, Christopher’s cool voice sounded from outside the door.
“Can I come in?”
Josephine opened it.
The man in a white dress shirt stood there, expression flat.
There was a hint of exhaustion between his brows. The top buttons at his collar were loosened. One hand was in his pocket.
He looked expensive and lazy at the same time.
Josephine lifted her eyes, her tone even. “What do you need?”
She didn’t mention him standing her up. She didn’t fight like she used to.
Christopher looked surprised.
Thinking of what he’d done today, guilt surfaced in him—rare and thin, but present. His voice softened as he explained.
“Josephine, today was my fault. When Naomi’s better, we’ll go get the paperwork done, okay? You know she’s fragile, and she’s kind of spoiled. If no one stays with her, she’ll cry and make a fuss.”
Just mentioning Naomi made him sound helpless and worn down.
Josephine only felt something rough scrape through her chest. The waves of pain came so steadily she was almost numb.
She suddenly wanted to ask him—had there ever been even one second when you truly wanted to marry me?
“Christopher, you…”
She looked up at him, about to speak.
Then his video call ringtone rang out. He glanced at Josephine, then tapped to answer.
Naomi’s voice came through immediately, sweet and bright. “Checking in! It’s my birthday—hurry up!”
Christopher smiled and held up his fingers in a gesture for 1208.
Naomi’s birthday happened to be December 8.
Josephine abruptly remembered last year, on her own birthday—when Christopher gave her a bracelet.
“Sorry, Josephine. I didn’t know yesterday was your birthday. This bracelet is compensation.”
It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember.
It was that his heart had always been set on another woman.
Christopher was still talking, but Josephine couldn’t take in a single word anymore. Luckily, the doctor had told Naomi to rest more.
Not long after, the video call ended.
Only then did Christopher look back at Josephine. After hesitating, he still explained, “Naomi worries about my safety. Don’t overthink it. By the way, what were you going to say just now?”
Chapter 3: Putting Someone to Sleep—Publicly
“No.”
Josephine shook her head. All of a sudden, she felt like she was being dramatic.
She’d already decided to go register the marriage with Sebastian.
Did it even matter what Christopher thought?
Three broken promises. That was the only answer she needed.
When Christopher saw she wasn’t making a scene, he froze for a second.
He hadn’t expected that.
He lifted a hand, like he was going to ruffle her hair, but Josephine sidestepped it so smoothly it barely looked like rejection.
His brows tightened. His tone stayed flat as he assured her, “This one’s on me. But don’t worry—Mrs. Fontaine will only ever be you. Once Naomi gets better, we’ll go register our marriage.”
“Okay.”
Josephine simply smiled. A trace of mockery flickered in her eyes.
She knew it—no matter what, Christopher would never agree to dissolve the betrothal agreement.
Not just because after Christopher’s car accident, when she’d risked her life to protect him, he’d promised her himself that he would marry her.
But also because in the partnership between the Kirk family and the Fontaine family, their marriage had long-reaching consequences. Without that marriage, the cooperation between the two families would be nothing but empty words.
Old Master Fontaine would never allow that to happen.
He didn’t want to marry her, but maybe he wanted even less to let her go.
Thinking of her three-year agreement with Sebastian, Josephine spoke casually, like it didn’t matter. “Oh, right. Where did you put the jade engagement token from before? It got a little chipped, so I specifically found a jeweler to repair it.”
“In the cabinet in the study. I’ll have my secretary bring it to you tomorrow.”
Christopher lowered his head to look at the messages on his phone. A smile touched the corner of his lips, and he didn’t pay much attention to Josephine’s question.
Josephine answered with a vague sound.
The group chat notifications kept going off. Christopher’s latest message was him telling Naomi goodnight.
“Be good. I’ll put you to sleep in a bit.”
The next second, Josephine muted the group chat.
Christopher lifted his gaze from the chat. Only then did the smile in his eyes fade.
He finally looked at Josephine and said evenly, “Get some rest. I still have something to take care of later.”
Something to take care of.
Putting Naomi to sleep?
Josephine watched his back. Beyond the bitterness, what flooded her harder was disappointment—and a sharp, ridiculous irony.
Once the door shut, she turned and called her best friend, Nadia Jennings.
“Nadia, help me prepare a property division agreement.” She paused, then spoke slowly. “And also prepare an engagement dissolution agreement.”
Meanwhile, Christopher stayed on the phone with Naomi all night, talking her to sleep.
They both slept well.
The next day, Naomi even posted a screenshot of their call in the group chat to show off.
“Didn’t expect someone who looks so cold to have such a gentle voice @Christopher.”
Everyone else piled on, egging it on.
“Ew, Christopher, why don’t you put me to sleep too? I want Christopher to do it.”
“Exactly. Christopher’s playing favorites. Why is it only Naomi, and for that long?”
After Josephine muted the group chat, she knew nothing about it.
But Nadia was so furious she couldn’t stand it and sent the screenshot to Josephine.
“You’re just going to let this happen? You’re about to get married, and he’s on the phone with another woman. And you’ve been so stupidly good to him this whole time.”
Christopher and Naomi pulling this kind of garbage didn’t surprise Josephine.
She even found it absurd—almost laughable.
But she still couldn’t stop the hurt.
Josephine forced the emotion down and replied in a flat tone, “Who said I’m marrying him?”
“You told me to prepare a prenup and an engagement dissolution agreement…” Nadia finally caught up, staring in disbelief. “You’re calling off the engagement!?”
Josephine didn’t deny it.
Nadia frowned. “Then what do you need a prenup for?”
Josephine didn’t explain. She only tucked both documents away.
Nadia watched her, her feelings tangled.
Other people didn’t know, but Nadia had seen it with her own eyes—Josephine’s love for Christopher over the years, the kind that wouldn’t turn back until she hit a wall.
She and Christopher… they were so close to getting married.
If she wasn’t disappointed to the bone, Josephine wouldn’t give up.
“Josephine, are you really sure?” Nadia’s brows knitted tighter. “Because if you don’t get married, the Kirk Group probably won’t allow you to enter the board…”
Chapter 4 You’re More Mature Than Her, Aren’t You?
Josephine was about to speak when Christopher’s assistant called.
“Ms. Kirk, the jade token you asked for has been retrieved. Should I bring it to you now?”
“No.” Josephine paused, thinking. “I’ll come get it myself.”
She set a time with the assistant and hung up.
She looked at Nadia. Thinking of the question from earlier, she suddenly blinked, sly and pointed, and said with meaning, “Who said they won’t allow it?”
The reason she was so eager to get the marriage license with Christopher was also so she could smoothly enter the Kirk Group shareholders’ meeting after they were married.
The Fontaine Group had once been the tree she leaned on.
But now, looking at that tree, she felt nothing but exhaustion. She chose another ground, without hesitation.
Josephine took a cab to the Fontaine Group and, on the way, submitted her resignation.
Back then, after she graduated college, Old Master Fontaine had arranged for her to intern at the Fontaine Group, intending to let her get familiar with it and pave the way for cooperation between the two families.
Originally, she planned to finish her internship, spend one more year polishing herself at the Fontaine Group, and then leave.
But since she had chosen to give up the betrothal agreement with Christopher, this internship naturally had to end.
She turned in her resignation. Once this month’s work was done, she would leave—quietly, as a matter of course.
An intern leaving wouldn’t stir a ripple at the Fontaine Group.
Even Christopher wouldn’t notice.
Josephine took the jade token from the assistant.
Passing by Christopher’s office at just the right moment, she planned to hand him the prenuptial agreement in her hand and have him sign it.
She pushed the door open and walked in. Christopher didn’t even look up. His voice was cool.
“Naomi’s resting inside. If it’s anything, talk about it later.”
Christopher’s office had an inner room, a private space he used to rest.
She just hadn’t expected him to care this much about Naomi.
Josephine gave a small, bitter smile before she said softly, “It’s me.”
Christopher lifted his gaze. Seeing it was Josephine, he frowned slightly and said, casual and indifferent, “Here to bring food? Naomi can’t handle your cooking. I had my assistant prepare something else specifically.”
In the past, when Christopher got busy, Josephine worried he’d forget to eat, so she always prepared meals for him.
These past two days, because of Naomi, Christopher had been staying at the hospital and hadn’t gone home. He instinctively assumed Josephine had come to bring him food.
But Josephine shook her head and said slowly, “No. This is the prenup. The Kirk Group’s situation can’t really compare to the Fontaine Group’s. I think a prenup protects both of us. Sign it.”
She and Christopher had never planned to sign one.
After all, she loved Christopher down to the bone, and the Kirk Group and the Fontaine Group were evenly matched.
In marriages between powerful families, the tighter the bond, the better.
So when he saw the premarital property agreement in front of him, Christopher was surprised—but he didn’t think much of it.
In truth, the agreement benefited Christopher more.
It was only because Grandpa didn’t want their marriage built on利益 that he hadn’t brought up signing a prenup.
Christopher’s expression softened, and something in his chest loosened. “Okay, Josephine. Whatever you want.”
The Kirk Group wasn’t doing as well as the Fontaine Group. Plenty of people were watching like hawks, enemies on all sides. Whether Josephine could return to the Kirk Group after marriage, whether she could regain control—those were all unknowns.
Josephine loved him and considered him in everything. Wanting to secure a safeguard for him in something like this, so the Kirk Group’s turmoil wouldn’t drag the Fontaine Group into it, was normal.
And besides…
Christopher’s eyes shifted.
Deep down, he also wanted a prenup signed. No matter how good things were between him and Josephine now, the Kirk Group was the Kirk Group, and she was she.
Two copies.
Christopher finally breathed easier. Without even looking, he picked up a pen and signed on the signature lines across page after page.
He knew it. Josephine wouldn’t deceive him over something like this.
Josephine lifted her eyes, glanced over it, and asked casually, “Ms. Langdon is resting inside?”
“She’s fragile. I wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone at the hospital. She took her medicine earlier and fell asleep.”
Christopher’s tone stayed flat, without even a hint of the awkwardness or unease of a man keeping a secret lover.
If anything, there was a rare gentleness in his voice.
Josephine’s gaze dropped to the engagement dissolution document. When she saw his signature on that page too, her heart turned sour—then strangely, quietly, it let go.
When she didn’t speak, Christopher looked at her again. Only then did he frown and say, “I know you treat Naomi like a little sister too. You’re not going to nitpick her over this. I’ve known her longer than you have. If there was anything, it would’ve happened already… Josephine, you’re more considerate and mature than her. You won’t take it to heart, right?”
Chapter 5 Baby, I’m Thirsty
Josephine’s calm eyes stayed on the man she’d loved for years.
All of a sudden, she almost wanted to laugh.
After her parents died, Old Master Fontaine brought her into the family. Old Master Fontaine may have pitied her, but in the end, it was still living under someone else’s roof.
She didn’t have the right to be childish.
She loved Christopher. She put up with everything, gave way every time. The only time she’d ever gotten jealous was because of Naomi—once or twice, at most.
In the eyes of those trust fund brats, Josephine was the easiestgoing one, the gentlest friend, the one with the best temper.
But Christopher didn’t understand.
Giving in had never meant she didn’t have a bottom line.
Josephine didn’t chase him the way she used to.
She only glanced at the kiss mark on Christopher’s neck and smiled. “No.”
Christopher looked satisfied. He walked over, then handed Josephine a box. “A gift Naomi picked out for you. Consider it an apology for ignoring you these past few days. Look—do you like it?”
Catching the unmistakable women’s perfume on him—Naomi’s—Josephine felt a wave of nausea.
She shifted slightly away and flicked her eyes to the bracelet inside the box.
If she remembered right, this bracelet was the free add-on from the auction diamond necklace.
“Where’s the diamond necklace?” she asked suddenly.
Christopher’s movement paused for a beat. His tone stayed flat. “Naomi said you wouldn’t like something that flashy. And she said diamonds mean something precious, so of course it should be saved for a little girl like her. So she kept it.”
When he mentioned Naomi, his eyes carried a warm, gentle smile.
Something in Josephine’s chest tightened with a sharp sting.
Christopher noticed her mood and frowned, then added, “If you like it, I’ll talk to Naomi and have her give it to you—”
“No need. It’s just a necklace.”
Josephine refused lightly.
She left the prenuptial agreement where it was, took the engagement dissolution agreement from the top of the stack, and looked at Christopher. “I have something to do. I’m heading back.”
Christopher seemed to sense something off. He frowned, but in the end, he still watched her leave.
He knew Josephine was sensible. Even if she felt upset, she’d only give him the cold shoulder for a little while.
With Naomi sick, he didn’t have much attention to spare.
Once Josephine thought it through, it would pass on its own.
And at that moment, in the taxi.
Josephine gripped the engagement dissolution document in her hand, her gaze fixed on the bold, sweeping signature—Christopher.
Her mind churned with the memory of him shielding her beneath the rubble back then, then flashed to the way he’d curved his lips just now, his eyes soft when he said “little girl.”
Sadness, pain, and unwillingness washed through her in waves.
She stared at his name and slowly closed her eyes.
In the end, scorching tears fell one by one.
She and Christopher… were really over.
Josephine returned to the Fontaine family home, moved her luggage out, and went back to the apartment she rented.
She didn’t alert anyone in the Fontaine family. She only said she was going to stay out for a couple of days.
Madam Fontaine had been busy with the charity foundation these past two days and hadn’t noticed Josephine’s luggage was gone.
She had the engagement dissolution agreement and the jade token.
But she still had to wait for Old Master Fontaine to return before she could bring up calling off the engagement.
Josephine put the jade token and the engagement dissolution agreement away and settled into the apartment.
That night, after Christopher finished his socializing and returned to the Fontaine family home, he was a little too drunk. Slumped against the couch, he called for Josephine without thinking.
“Baby, I’m thirsty.”
Christopher rarely called Josephine that. He’d always been distant with her.
But whenever he got drunk, he became especially clingy, sticking to Josephine without restraint.
Only then did he and Josephine look almost like a real couple.
But Josephine had already moved out.
The only response was the housekeeper’s voice. “Young Master, Ms. Kirk said she’s moving out for two days. Do you want some hangover soup? I’ll go make it right now.”
Christopher’s mind was hazy, but he still heard the explanation. His expression darkened.
Moved out?
Wasn’t Josephine about to marry him?
Why would she move out at a time like this?
Chapter 6: People Need Pride Like Trees Need Bark
He fumbled for his phone, about to call someone—when Naomi’s call came through first.
“Christopher, I just got an IV drip, and it still hurts so bad. Can you lull me to sleep tonight?”
A headache tightened behind his eyes. Last night Naomi had insisted he stay on the phone with her until she fell asleep, then even posted their chat screenshots in a group.
Thank God Josephine hadn’t seen it.
Why was Naomi clinging to him again tonight?
He was about to refuse when Naomi turned her voice soft and wounded, whining like she’d been wronged. “I promise I won’t let Josephine find out. Can’t you just stay with me? Josephine wouldn’t mind something like this. Don’t forget—you promised my brother you’d take good care of me…”
“Fine.”
Christopher’s heart softened. With the alcohol on top of it, Naomi’s constant noise was drilling into his skull. He gave in.
Not long after, the housekeeper brought him a bowl of hangover soup.
After she left, Christopher frowned and took a sip. The taste wasn’t even close to what Josephine made with her own hands.
He forced himself to finish it, then brought up something else with Naomi. “But don’t forget about the picture frame. If you hadn’t said you could find an identical one, I wouldn’t have kept it from Josephine for you.”
“Got it.”
On the other end, Naomi answered with a bright, smug little laugh. Then she quickly posted to Instagram.
The photo was the shattered frame she’d broken today.
“Oops, I messed up. Good thing Christopher had my back. Hope Josephine won’t be mad at me. Sorryyy @Josephine”
And at that moment.
Josephine finished tidying up, took a shower, and stepped out of the bathroom.
She opened her phone and immediately saw Naomi tagging her on Instagram.
Inside the broken frame was the only remaining photo Josephine had with her parents.
It was taken when she was nineteen.
She had always guarded it like a secret treasure.
She’d even gone to several stores to pick out a frame and kept it in her room.
And now—Naomi had shattered it.
Josephine pulled her thoughts back, her eyes fixing on Naomi’s post, dripping with provocation.
The anger and disgust in her chest nearly overflowed.
She could ignore Naomi acting out for love all she wanted, but this was her treasured photo—her precious memory.
Josephine stopped holding back and fired off a comment in one sharp burst.
“I mind a lot. Ms. Langdon should restore it as soon as possible. Also, I never gave Ms. Langdon permission to enter my bedroom. People need pride like trees need bark—have some boundaries.”
They shared plenty of mutual friends.
Josephine’s words were seen almost instantly. Comments piled up under the post, people asking what happened.
Others couldn’t stand Naomi’s behavior, their remarks dripping with pointed sarcasm.
Josephine didn’t respond.
She hadn’t planned to tear things open with Naomi. After all, Naomi was the little sister she’d doted on for two years when she’d been blind enough to believe.
Besides, Naomi was young.
Why would she argue with a little girl?
But the moment she thought about Naomi’s endless, deliberate, half-hidden provocations, nausea rolled in.
She was truly done playing this childish, pretend-house female rivalry game.
Josephine slept well that night.
Christopher, on the other hand, tossed and turned.
When he woke up, he saw only Madam Victoria Fontaine, née Sterling, at the breakfast table, fresh from dealing with the charity foundation. That was when he remembered the housekeeper mentioning last night that Josephine had moved out for a few days.
Victoria had heard, too.
She ate her breakfast at an unhurried pace, then cut her eyes at Christopher, disappointment sharp in her tone. “What did you do this time? Everything was fine—why would Josephine suddenly decide to move out?”
Christopher frowned, irritation flickering across his face.
He wanted to know, too—why had Josephine suddenly decided to live elsewhere?
Was it because of the marriage certificate?
Or because of the diamond necklace?
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