No words can describe Abigail Snow's current feelings.

She is devastated, having witnessed her fiancé cheating on her.

Worse, he cheated with Vanessa, her little sister.

Seeing them m*king out on the sofa, half-n*ked, kissing as if they wanted to devour each other, was enough to make her furious.

"Ryland, you cheating bastard! And you, Vanessa Slut Snow, how could you do this to me? How dare you?"

Abigail shouted as this R18 scene unfolded before her eyes. She did not expect to witness their adultery the moment she arrived at his office.

Ryland Wood and Vanessa Snow were shocked. They clumsily started pushing each other while trying to tidy up their messy clothes.

Panicking, Vanessa stood up and began to straighten her cotton shirt to hide her D-cup br*asts. She rushed to approach Abigail, leaving Ryland, who was now busy looking for his shirt, who knows where.

"Sister, please hear me out first," Vanessa cried in a nervous, pleading tone. She continued, "I'm sorry, sister. This is not what you think. Please don't be angry with me."

"Filthy woman!" Abigail hissed irritably. "I don't need an explanation from you! Scram before my eyes—"

Abigail's voice slowly faded. She was taken aback when Vanessa took her hand and swung it to her own cheek.

"What are you doing, Vanes...?" Abigail, confused, saw her sister fall to the floor while holding her cheek and looking at her with teary eyes.

"Sister Abby? I already asked you for forgiveness, but why do you still slap me?" Vanessa asked in her miserable tone. Her soft sob made it sound like she was being slapped for real.

Abigail was left speechless. She knew exactly what her little sister was trying to do—act like the virtuous "white lotus" character in Eastern drama.

How shameless!

Before Abby could scold her sister, Ryland's angry voice echoed.

"Abigail, why are you so cruel to your little sister?" Ryland was shocked to see Vanessa sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes. He quickly approached her.

"Brother Ryland," Vanessa called him softly. When she saw him walking towards her, she continued, "I apologized to my sister, but she slapped me," her soft sobs grew louder.

Ryland's anger rose as he looked at Abigail. "For God's sake, Abigail... your sister Vanes apologized to you, and you still slapped her? You are so heartless!"

Abigail looked at her fiancé in disbelief.

'Oh God! Can you strike this man and send him straight to his coffin? He is so damn shameless! Did he forget I'm his fiancée? Not Vanes?' Abigail couldn't help but vent her frustration in her mind, looking at this shameless couple.

"Sister Abby, I know I was wrong, but why did you slap me so hard?" Vanessa asked as she stood up while holding Ryland's hand.

However, her legs gave out before she could stand straight—she deliberately fell into Ryland's arms to add fire to her sister's heart.

"Vanes, are you okay?" Ryland asked worriedly. He placed his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"I'm fine, Brother Ryland. Don't mind me. Please speak to my sis. I'm feeling bad for her because we... You know..." Vanessa said. And, once again, her fake tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Alright, baby. Don't worry. I'll explain everything to her," Ryland smiled gently while squeezing her hand.

However, Vanessa looked at Abigail before Ryland could speak and said, "Sister Abby, I'm sorry. This is my fault. Please, don't be angry with Brother Ryland."

Vanessa's low-miserable voice made Ryland completely side with her to make her plan succeed in stealing him from her stupid sister. She loves it!

Even though she felt hurt and annoyed seeing these two shameless people, Abigail was amused to see how her sister had gotten into her role—she was completely aware of what Vanessa was doing now.

Abigail ignored Vanessa, thinking she would teach her later. She needed to hear her cheating fiancé's reason for why he heartlessly did this.

"Abigail, I know you are upset and confused by what happened. But what you see is not like what you think. Your little sister is not a slut, as you said."

Abigail feels like this man has become brainless.

'My lord! Did this man forget his brain somewhere?' Abigail wonders while clenching tightly, holding herself back from sending a hard slap to his head. Perhaps slapping him hard will help his brain function return to normal.

Unstoppable disappointment filled Abigail's soul. She had known and dated Ryland since they were both in their second year of college. She helped him build his company from the beginning to now.

Last year, after the company had started to run stably and profitably, this man proposed to her and asked her to move into his apartment.

They planned to marry at the end of this year, but their marriage now seems like a plan that will never happen.

'How could he not understand? Did his lust blind him to make him lose his rationality?'

Abigail was grateful that God showed her this man's actual colors before they married.

"If she's not a slut, then what? Why is she here half-naked, entangled with you? If I hadn't shown up, maybe you'd already FUCKING her in this office while your employees work outside."

Abigail felt disgusted, imagining her fiancé fucking her sister every day as she worked here in the marketing department. She helped Vanessa enter this company, but her sister repaid her kindness—by stealing her fiancé.

Vanessa's cries grew louder upon hearing Abigail's words. She tightened her hand on Ryland's arm and looked up into his eyes, "Brother Ryland, I am a slut. Sister Abby was right—"

"No! You are not, baby. You are not like that," Ryland answered gently before gazing at Abigail. His gentleness vanished instantly, replaced by hatred in his eyes.

"Abigail, your sister is not a slut, and she is not wrong either. I'm the one who started all of this. I love her more than I love you. That's the fact."

Abigail feels heartbroken after hearing how sharply Ryland's words wounded her heart. This is the second time she has felt humiliated in her entire life; her father brought home his mistress with her daughter only a few days after he divorced her mother.

She really could not understand since when Ryland, her fiancé, had suddenly become a heartless asshole?

This man before her was nothing like the caring and affectionate person she had been used to seeing since she had known him. Their relationship had been smooth and trouble-free for all these years, let alone a third person present between them.

Trying not to cry in front of these two depraved humans, she secretly took a deep breath and cursed this unfeeling couple in her mind.

"If you love her, why did you propose to me? Why are you still with me and even planning our wedding?"

Hearing her own words, Abigail felt devastated but forced herself to continue speaking.

"Ryland, our wedding is only a few months away. If you don't love me anymore, tell me. There's no need to do this behind my back. Because... if you tell me, I will leave you quietly."

Ryland remained silent, listening to Abigail's trembling voice.

Behind her calmness, he could see that Abigail must be deeply hurt. He felt sorry for her but couldn't do much to comfort her.

Even though Abigail was the girl of his dreams—beautiful, intelligent, and kind—she was too conservative in her relationships.

They had been dating for years, but she never allowed him to sleep with her. She was one of the rare women nowadays who only wanted to make love if they were officially married.

How could he wait that long? Especially when Vanessa appeared? He was an average man; he couldn't hold back his needs.

Over time, his love for Abigail slowly faded as he started to notice how his heart raced wildly whenever Vanessa was around. His heart began to shift towards Vanessa.

"I'm sorry, Abigail," were the only words that could leave his lips.

"Brother Ryland, I feel dizzy," Vanessa's voice distracted Ryland. His arms wrapped around her tightly. Tilting his head slightly to see her face, he became increasingly worried, seeing her pale.

"Baby, go sit on the sofa. I will settle with her first," Ryland said between his loving, gentle smiles.

Abigail couldn't bear to witness these two cheating lovers torturing her mind and heart, displaying their affection before her eyes.

She couldn't stay here for too long, or she might cry. The only thing she didn't want to do in this life: cry for her scum ex-fiancé and Vanessa-sl*t-Snow, her dear step-sister. However, before she left, there was something she needed to do.

"Vanessa Snow," Abigail called her in a calm, soft tone.

"Yes, sister Abby?" Vanessa smiled politely, but her smile vanished instantly when she saw Abigail raise her hand and swing it hard at her face.

A loud, crisp slap echoed in the room, shocking both Ryland and Vanessa. Her body stumbled as Abigail's slap landed on her cheek.

If Ryland hadn't grabbed Vanessa's hand and pulled her to him, maybe now, she would have landed on the floor.

"ABIGAIL SNOW! What the hell are you doing?" Vanessa's gentleness vanished as she yelled, holding her swollen cheek. She felt humiliated. Her sharp, bloodshot eyes stared at her older sister, holding back her urge to slap her back. "Why did you slap me?"

Abigail's lips revealed a barely noticeable smile, satisfied to give her little sister a taste of her real slap. Before she could answer her, Ryland interrupted.

"Abigail Snow! I'm disappointed in you. Your sister was so kind to you. She apologized sincerely, but you still slapped her!?" Ryland stared at her in annoyance while tightening his embrace around Vanessa.

Nevertheless, Abigail ignored Ryland. Her gaze remained on Vanessa.

"You asked why I slapped you?"

"YES!" Vanessa snapped.

"To allow you to taste my real slap. Now, you know how it feels, right?" Abigail was amused to see Vanessa's angry face. It looked like her poor sister had just seen someone spit in her lunch. "Do you want to feel it again? Come here, let me slap your other delicate cheek."

Vanessa, "..."

Ryland was clueless about what had happened. He worried these two women would fight, so he hurriedly stood between them.

"Stop! Leave her alone, Abigail! You deal with me!" Ryland raised his voice.

Abigail turned her gaze to Ryland. Though she had a strong urge to deliver a mighty slap to his face, she held back. She no longer wanted anything to do with him. The thought of her hand having to touch this scum's cheek to slap him suddenly disgusts her, making her want to vomit. Now, she just wanted to disappear from his sight forever.

"Ryland Wood, our engagement has officially ended because you chose her. Congratulations to both of you," Abigail said.

A frosty smile slowly emerged on her lips before she continued to express her peace of mind: "You both succeeded in ruining my life! I hope your life becomes hell from now on. Karma is a bitch!"

Abigail left with her thorned heart, but as she stepped out of the room, a glint of light and happiness slowly appeared in her heart; she was free from her scum ex-fiancé.

...

Ryland Wood felt displeased as he saw Abigail leaving with no trace of sadness on her face, as if calling off their engagement was casual for her.

He felt offended.

Clenching his fists tightly, Ryland walked quickly after Abigail. He wasn't done talking to her yet. Despite not loving her anymore, he still needed her to stay in the company and help him until he found someone capable enough to match her abilities.

"Wait, Abigail! Stop, I need—" Ryland couldn't finish his words when he heard Vanessa's weak voice calling him. He halted and saw Abigail vanish from his line of sight.

'Why did she walk so fast? Did she cry?' he wondered, sighing silently before turning to see Vanessa.

"Yes?"

"Ryland, please help," Vanessa cried softly while holding her head with both hands. "I feel like my head is spinning and hurts, maybe because my sister slapped me so hard."

He approached her while gritting his teeth, so angry at Abigail.

"Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"

Vanessa shook her head.

"I'm better now, but I feel hungry, Brother Ryland. Can we go out for lunch? I'm afraid my sister will come again and hit me," she said, pretending to worry and looking at the door.

"Alright, let's go."

***

Abigail walked toward the emergency exit, following wherever her feet led her, and she ended up on the roof.

What had just happened in Ryland's office still lingered in her mind.

No matter how much she tried to forget, she couldn't erase the image of Ryland's intimate moment with Vanessa and how he humiliated her by expressing his feelings to Vanessa.

She felt hurt. It felt like something was crushing her chest, making it difficult to catch her breath.

Abigail opened the metal door before her and quickly strode toward the edge.

This rooftop was the only place in the building where she could calm down when dealing with family issues or work stress. It was a secluded place that few people in the building ever visited.

Climbing a meter-high wall, she stood there, looking at the greenery behind the building. She couldn't enjoy the view as she wanted to vent her anger.

Many things had happened in just a few minutes: her now ex-fiancé became a scum of the Earth. Also, her step-sister turned into a slut. Both are now the most wicked people she ever met and her mortal enemies.

Now, the urgent matter she needs to do is to move on. And first, she must find a new place to live and move out of that scum's house. The thought of living under the same roof or even a block with Ryland makes her nauseous.

"Ryland!! You cheating scumbag, how dare you ruin our future by sleeping with my sister? I hope God punishes you for what you have done to me!"

"And you, Vanessa! I pray God punishes you too with heavenly lightning—"

Abigail didn't care how loud she spoke; she knew no one would come to this place at lunchtime. She continued to curse them to make herself feel better.

***

A few minutes ago, on the cozy and quiet rooftop:

Sitting under a patio umbrella, a man immersed in deep thought while enjoying a freezingly cold beer. He was there in peace while waiting for his friend to arrive.

However, his tranquility was disrupted by a loud bang from the metal door behind him. Someone slammed the door so hard the man could feel the vibration. Seconds later, a small woman wearing jeans and a black blouse emerged beside the metal door. Her long brown hair swayed as she walked quickly to the rooftop's edge.

There was no grace in her steps as she quickly stormed past him. She seemingly didn't notice he was there, and her irritated demeanor piqued his curiosity.

Placing his cold beer bottle on the table, suddenly, a scary thought filled his mind.

'What the hell happened?! Is she going to jump off the building? Is she going to commit s*icide? Oh, God! This s*cks! Can she do it when I'm not here?'

The thought of the troubles of becoming a witness to a s*icide worried him. So, he stealthily approached the woman, intending to stop her from s*icide. But he was stopped when he heard her start venting her anger to no one.

'Hold on. This might not be a s*icide! But what if I'm wrong?' he wondered in confusion.

Deciding to wait, he listened to her ramblings for a few more seconds. However, the more he heard, the more he felt sorry for her.

Feeling impolite about eavesdropping on her distressing situation, he looks toward where the metal door is, slowly walks backward, and chooses to leave her alone. He worried she would be embarrassed if she noticed his sudden interest in her.

"Rghh..."

He was startled to hear the woman's scream and immediately looked at her, shocked to see that she slipped toward the rooftop end and almost fell.

With an impressive reflex, he swiftly ran, jumped, and grabbed her hand. Then he pulled her slowly toward his position.

Abigail didn't know how long she had been venting her anger to make herself feel slightly better. However, when she thought she was done cursing the cheating couple, she tripped over her feet while trying to step down.

"Rghh..."

She tried to hold onto something but grasped nothing.

Briefly, Abigail thought she might be dead, but then a hand gripped hers, pulling her hard and causing her body to fall backward. Her balance was entirely lost, but she didn't care about falling hard as long as she was still alive.

It all happened so fast.

When Abigail opened her eyes, she found herself in someone's embrace, her head resting on the broad chest of a man.

Her heart was racing, and her breath was short. The thought of almost falling from a fifteen-story building made her feel as if her whole soul had left her.

'God, thank you for sending this man to help me. I owe him my life,' Abigail thought to herself as she tried to look up to see her savior.

However, the man's deep, gentle voice could be heard before she could pull her head away to look up.

"Young lady, if you want to commit suicide, do it when no one is around."

Abigail was stunned when she heard his words.

"Who the hell wants to commit suicide? I tripped over my own feet, alright!" she wanted to say, but she immediately dismissed that thought. She had to be gentle with him.

Whoever this man was, he was her savior. If he hadn't held her hand and pulled her, she might have become dead meat and gone straight to the afterlife.

"Thank you so much, good sir," Abigail said softly as she finally looked up to see him.

Abigail was stunned to see his light blue eyes looking back at her. When she saw his lips curl into a thin smile, she immediately turned her gaze elsewhere, feeling nervous.

"But I'm not planning to commit suicide. I tripped over my feet," she continued, avoiding eye contact. She stared at his chest—her line of sight only reaching his sturdy chest.

"It sounds better to hear that, Miss. Because I don't want to go to the police station to become a witness, or they might wrongly accuse me as a suspect," he said with a sarcastic tone that caused Abigail to stifle a laugh.

"Sir, I'm so grateful you helped me. You are my savior. I owe you my life—" Abigail paused, taken aback by her own words.

How could she make such a deep vow to this man!? This man might take advantage of her if he was a bad person. Right?

"Alright, young miss, you're supposed to release your tight embrace on me. You're safe now."

Abigail was utterly shocked to hear his words. She only realized she was still in his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and her entire body pressed against him. They were so close—close enough to hear his loud heartbeat. She quickly took a few steps back.

Only then could Abigail see how tall he was; her head only reached his shoulders.

His eyes were light blue and clean, like deep water with a shiny reflection. His cheekbones were high, making his face appear clean-cut.

She clenched thightly when she saw his lips closed as if he were reluctant to speak. Overall, he looked godly handsome. Compared to her cheating ex-fiancé, they were like ground and sky. This man was the sky.

He had a strong and unique presence—how can she describe it? Strength, defiance, and aloofness. Even if he did nothing, others couldn't ignore his existence.

'Damn! What am I thinking? Why did I analyze this man? Focus, Abby! Focus!!' She shook her head, trying to dismiss him from her mind.

"Do you want a cold beer?"

The man's voice seemed to bring her back to reality. She silently swallowed, hearing his question.

"Drink beer?" she asked him suspiciously.

"Yes. I have plenty of cold beer back there. I think you need it now to make you feel better," he said, walking toward the patio umbrella without waiting for her to answer.

Abigail looked towards the corner. Instantly, a faint smile adorned her lips when she saw a small garden she was usually sitting in when she was in this place.

Without realizing it, her feet had followed the man's footsteps, joining him.

"Thank you," Abigail said as she accepted the beer bottle from him and sat on the chair beside him, with a garden table between them.

She took a few sips, feeling the cold beer slide down her dry, hot throat, refreshing her.

This man was right; she needed a cold beer to lessen her annoyance about what had happened to her.

After a few moments of silence, they enjoyed their beer. Abigail finally turned to look at him.

She saw him holding his beer bottle, his gaze straight ahead toward the mountains in the distance. He seemed like he didn't want to talk to her—or maybe he didn't even want to know she was there.

Now, Abigail felt guilty for disturbing his peace. She knew very well that this man had been there before her.

"Good sir..." Abigail called him. When she noticed the man finally turned to her with a slight frown on his forehead, she continued, "Sorry if I disturbed you, and thank you for the beer. I will take my—"

Abigail's words paused when the cell phone in her pocket rang and distracted her.

Seeing it was Ryland calling, her blood boiled. She took a deep breath and turned to the man, "Sir, I'm sorry, I must take this."

"Sure—" he replied.

Abigail smiled gently at him and answered the phone.

"What do you want?" She greeted Ryland icily.

"Abigail, I know our engagement ended, but I still need you to work for me—"

"Ryland Wood, if you want to talk about it, I will hang up!" Abigail interrupted. She couldn't believe this shameless man still wanted her to work for him. Had he lost his mind?

"Please hear me out, Abigail," Ryland immediately stopped her. "Listen, I will let you stay at my apartment if you return to work for me. I know you don't have the money to look for a new place."

Abigail was rendered speechless.

Ryland continues, "Don't worry. I will not stay there. I will move to Vanessa's place today so you can have that apartment yourself."

Abigail couldn't help but curse Ryland in her mind.