Chapter 1

A clap of thunder split the sky alongside a flash of lightning. Kylie Murphy trembled all over in fright, curling into herself as she fumbled through her bag for her phone and dialed her husband, Isaac Grant. She had always been terrified of thunderstorms since she was a child, and the phone in her hand was her only lifeline. The call rang for a long time before it was finally answered. "Speak." The voice on the other end was low and hoarse, laced with coldness and impatience. "Zac, I'm on Five Star Road right now. It's raining heavily, and I can't get a cab. Can you pick me up?" Kylie asked gently, her tone a hint of pleading. She had already called the Murphy residence earlier, but the maid said that the driver had to leave due to a personal emergency. As a result, he couldn't pick Kylie up. With no other option, she turned to Isaac for help. However, Isaac replied indifferently, "I'm busy." As soon as he finished speaking, a sweet voice could be heard through the receiver. "Isaac, can you help me take a look at this—" Before the woman could finish, Isaac had already hung up. The rain pounded against the ground, the wind howled, and flashes of lightning split through the pitch-black night sky. Staring at the screen that had already gone dark, Kylie felt a chill spreading through her heart. Why did the woman's voice sound so familiar? Could it be… No, it couldn't. That person had already gone to Moravia and hadn't returned even once in the past two years. It definitely couldn't be her. Kylie steadied herself. Given the situation, waiting wasn't a solution. She could only try to get to the nearest subway station. Taking a deep breath, she held her bag over her head and dashed out. It was raining cats and dogs. She couldn't see the road ahead at all. Apart from the sound of the rain and thunder, a panicked voice was also heard. "Get out of the way! Move!" Hearing that, Kylie instinctively turned to look behind her, only to see an electric scooter heading straight toward her. Startled, she instinctively tried to dodge. However, as it was raining heavily, the person couldn't stop in time and crashed into her. Kylie was knocked to the ground. … At Fuschia Manor, the door opened, and a man with long legs wrapped in black trousers came in. The once-polished leather shoes and neatly pressed trousers were now stained with water. Quickly stepping forward, the maid, Xena York, greeted him, "Mr. Grant." She couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes. The man was strikingly handsome, his features chiseled and angular, with a sharp jawline. His appearance was both commanding and refined. Everything about him radiated an air of nobility. Isaac's expression remained cold as he strode forward. Halfway through, as if remembering something, he turned his head and asked Xena in a rich, magnetic voice, "Where's Kylie?" Xena hadn't expected Isaac to ask about Kylie and froze for a moment. "She isn't back yet," she replied respectfully. "She didn't call the driver to pick her up?" Xena paused slightly, her eyes flickering. "No." Isaac frowned but said nothing more. It was at that moment that the door opened. Kylie had returned, but she was drenched. As she stepped inside, water dripped from her clothes, making her look disheveled. A piece of medical gauze was stuck to her forehead, and she was limping, draped in a man's jacket. At that moment, the housekeeper, Lydia Bright, walked over from the kitchen. When she saw Kylie in that state, her eyes widened in shock. "Mrs. Grant, what happened? Are you badly hurt?" Shaking her head, Kylie explained, "I was hit by an electric scooter on the way back. It's nothing serious." Even though she said that, her face was as pale as paper, and her voice was slightly hoarse. Upon hearing this, Isaac couldn't help but let out a faint, mocking laugh. He stood there, looking down at Kylie with disdain. "What? Because I didn't pick you up, did you pretend to get hit so that you could return and accuse me?" Kylie was stunned. She looked up at Isaac in shock, not believing that he would suspect her like this. Her pale lips trembled slightly, and she felt like something was stuck in her throat, rendering her silent for the longest time possible. Isaac took her silence as admission. He became even more contemptuous. "And you came back wearing a man's jacket. What, trying to make me jealous?" "I didn't!" Kylie refuted loudly. A vehicle had really knocked her down. As for the jacket, it was from the man who hit her. He had kindly lent it to her when he saw how drenched she was. Yet, it was obvious that Isaac didn't believe her. He only gave her a lazy, dismissive glance. "Kylie, it's boring to use the same trick repeatedly." There was no trace of warmth in his voice, and the disgust in his tone was evident. Kylie stiffened, her face turning paler. She had indeed faked injuries before, hoping to gain Isaac's sympathy. Kylie lowered her gaze, clenching her hands. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I'm not lying this time." Isaac said nothing. He didn't even spare her another glance, simply turning and going upstairs. Lydia looked at Isaac's back. Then, he walked up to Kylie with concern. "Mrs. Grant, you're hurt and drenched. You should go upstairs and rest early." "Okay." Kylie nodded before going upstairs. … Once inside the room, she was greeted by silence. Isaac had not returned to the bedroom. Kylie let out a soft sigh. Then, she received a WhatsApp notification. She took out her phone, seeing a message from her best friend. "Kylie, look at Cody's status!" Kylie tapped into Cody Young's status. After scrolling just a bit, she saw it. "Welcome back!" When she saw the attached photo, her pupils suddenly contracted—it was a group photo. There were seven or eight people in it, most of whom were familiar faces. The most striking one was the woman sitting in the center—right next to Isaac was Ella Parker. Kylie's body swayed slightly. So, she hadn't misheard earlier. That really was Ella's voice. Isaac's first love was back.