He was her husband. She wanted the Luke family to be her home forever. But he wanted a divorce. She couldn’t trap him just because she liked his family. And she certainly couldn’t ruin whatever deep bond he had with the woman he truly loved. "James…" Lily clung to the edge of the couch, finally managing to find her voice again. "Please wake up. I’m not—" "Mmm…" He suddenly deepened the kiss, swallowing her protests with relentless force. "Leila… I missed you so much… so much…" Gone was the usual cold detachment. His flawless face now overflowed with a warmth so tender it was almost blinding. He clearly adored this “Leila.”Lily was panicking. But strength between men and women was never equal. He had one hand on her waist, and the other… She couldn’t break free. And as his kisses grew more intense, her head was spinning, her resistance quickly slipping away. Just when she thought her lips might be bruised beyond repair, he finally pulled away. She took a long, trembling breath. It’s over, she thought. Please let him forget this ever happened. Maybe then I won’t feel so horribly guilty. "James, you… you need to let me go, I…" Lily’s voice faltered, her eyes losing focus in fear. He still hadn’t let go. In fact, his lips were already moving from her lips down along her jaw. Reverent, feverish, uninhibited. Then came the tearing sound of fabric. The color drained from Lily’s face. Her legs tensed, her voice hoarse with panic. "I’m really not Leila…""I don’t know if someone set you up or you accidentally took something weird, but you’re not yourself right now. You think I’m the woman you love. When you come to, you’ll regret this." "James, I… I can’t push you off. Please wake up. Stop this!" The thought that James would wake up and assume she took advantage of him—along with what Grace, Nancy, and the rest of the Luke family would think—was enough to make her want to cry from sheer anxiety. And yet his actions only grew more out of control… At the breaking point, Lily’s voice cracked with a sob, "I’m Lily! I’m not that woman you love—Leila!" "James, stop! If you don’t stop… you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!" She’s not Leila… Time seemed to freeze. James’s tall, lean body stiffened instantly. His eyes flicked to the gilded tea table nearby where a small folding fruit knife lay. In a flash, he grabbed it, flipped it open, and slashed his own arm. The sharp pain snapped him back to reality. This wasn’t a dream. The girl beneath him—wasn’t Leila. It was Lily. In a moment of feverish confusion, he had nearly crossed the line with her. He would never forgive himself. And now, he could finally see what she looked like. Lying beneath him, Lily’s body trembled gently. There was hardly anything left covering her. She looked like rippling spring water disturbed by wind. Like melting cream—soft, unguarded. Alluring in every way. Her skin was almost translucent, like the first snow touched by dawn—pure, delicate, flawless. But now, that pristine skin was marked with red streaks.Marks he had left. "Lily, stay away from me!" Realizing he was still on top of her, James scrambled off, pale as a sheet, desperate to put distance between them. "Put your clothes on properly!" "I…" He’d been so wild just moments ago that Lily’s body still trembled. Her mind was in chaos. Afraid. Ashamed. Disoriented. Yes, it had been his strength that overwhelmed her. She couldn’t push him away. But she had been fully conscious through it all, and the Luke family had treated her so well. She felt unbearably guilty. She reached for something to cover herself. But her bamboo fiber pajamas had been shredded beyond recognition—just a pile of scraps on the floor. She could only sit up, grab the small throw blanket from the side of the couch, wrap it hastily around herself, and whisper, "I’m sorry." The drug hadn’t fully worn off. James still felt burning hot. But he slashed his arm again, and the pain kept his mind clear. The memory of their skin pressed together—his hand on her body—filled him with a violent disgust for himself. He wanted to rip himself apart. Still, he hadn’t blacked out. Now that he had calmed down, he could see clearly—this chaos tonight… wasn’t her fault.