Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Debbie puckered her lips. ‘Ugh! I can’t believe it! Carlos is my husband. I didn’t even ask him to pick up food for me. You did it on purpose! I hope you choke on it!’

As soon as dinner was over, Valerie and James called Carlos into the study, and a housemaid took Debbie into Carlos’ room, at the end of the second floor. Diagonally opposite Carlos’ room was Valerie’s.

Debbie wandered around Carlos’ bedroom, trying to know more about the man she loved. The decor of the room was exactly the same as that of their bedroom in the manor in Alorith. Many of the items she simply left in their places as she walked around the room, hands behind her back. But soon, the urge to be proper was overwhelmed by her curiosity.

She started to pick up various items to look at them in more detail. On the bookshelf were the trophies Carlos had won when he was a teenager and the medals he had been awarded in the army. There were medals for first-class merit, second-class merit, and third-class merit. Looking at the medals and trophies, Debbie found her husband was outstanding.

In the study of the manor in Alorith, there were more than one hundred trophies which he had won in the past few years. Now in this bedroom there were dozens of trophies. He even started winning trophies in kindergarten. He was a remarkable man, driven from the earliest age to excel in everything he put his mind to. A lot of this explained his exceptional nature, and some of his control freak tendencies. He had to be in control or dominate every aspect of his life. And sometimes that was a charming trait, other times quite frightening. None of this occurred to Debbie at the time.

“How Lucky I am to be married to this exceptional man!‘ Debbie thought to herself.

She took a picture of those trophies and medals and sent it to her friends through the group chat function on WeChat.

“Carlos is so awesome! I feel inferior compared to him,” she exclaimed.

Jared saw the picture and complained, “Shit! How could you put me in such an envious mood by posting this so early in the morning? Damn! He was even awarded medals for first-class merit. That’s a state-level honor! Is your husband even human? He is under thirty, for God’s sake!

How can I ever be as accomplished as him?”

Kristina asked, “When did you touch down in New York, Tomboy? It has to be night there, right?”

Before Debbie could reply Kristina’s question, a commotion started in the study. ‘Carlos’ dad must have exploded with rage again, ‘ Debbie thought.

‘Never mind. Since Carlos is there, he should be able to handle it. I’d better stay away, in case his dad gets even angrier when he sees me.’

As Debbie thought about it, she added in the group chat, “Guys, Carlos’ family doesn’t Like me.”

For a moment, no one said anything. It was Dixon who first chipped in,

“It doesn’t matter as long as Carlos Likes you.”

Later, Kristina cut in, “You never know how complicated life in rich families can be. Before you left, I had thought to caution you, but I downplayed it. Ignore the others. Just as Doctor said, all that matters is that Carlos loves you.”

“Tomboy, since when do you care about other people’s opinions? This isn’t you,” frankly wrote Jared, alongside an eye-rolling face emoji.

Debbie’s eyes turned teary as she read through her friends’ comforting words. In such trying moments, it was enough that her friends were always there for her.

There was a knock on the door. Debbie calmed herself down and opened the door, only to meet Megan, with her usual pesky attitude.

Without waiting for Debbie’s permission, she walked in uninvited and locked the door from inside.

“She acts as if she was the hostess of the Hilton family, ‘ Debbie sneered.

“What do you want?” she asked indifferently.

Megan stared at her curtly.

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