As Ivan relished Iris in bed, Autumn had witnessed her husband's love for Iris, the second time. She hated it but tears swarmed her eyes and clouded her vision.

It was always Iris and never her.

Her own parents even chose Iris without no second thinking, there was never a time she was the first choice.

When was she finally going to be someone's first choice?

She wiped her entire face, smearing the little makeup she had done.

A handkerchief hang in the air, hovering across her face. Her eyes trail to the person pushing it towards her. A chill went down her spine, she has never confronted him since...