If he didn't Love her, he would never marry her. Everyone believed it was a shotgun marriage. That Carlos had forced him to marry Erica. But they were wrong. He'd had his eye on her for a while. If he hadn't wanted to marry her, even his dad couldn't make him.

If he didn't love her, he wouldn't have missed her day and night. Every single hour of those three years was sheer torture.

*I love you, Erica. From now until forever, no matter how many ups and downs we go through, the only woman in my heart is you. It's always been you, ' he said inwardly.

Meanwhile, on the cruise ship, all the guests heard the screaming and pleading from the top deck as they disembarked

“Help! Help me! Matthew! Erica! I was wrong... I don't want to be here..."

There were some who were naturally curious, so they climbed the stairs to take a look. Lucia was tied to one of the cell towers, bound tightly. The wind and rain lashed her in the cold, dark night.

A few bodyguards stood beside her, making sure she wouldn't break free.

Not only that, they were there to stop anyone from rescuing her.

They weren't heartless. They got her whatever she wanted to eat or drink. Not like she had much of an appetite. But they would be the ones to blame if she died on their watch.

The party had been over for a long while, and everyone was still talking about it. Obviously, the guests enjoyed themselves. And they got an extra floor show-tonight, Erica had dealt with two women who had designs on Matthew. That was fun to watch. After everyone got off the cruise ship, the news spread like wildfire through the city. No one wanted to anger Miss Troublemaker.

Erica's actions at the party had gone viral. It wasn't just the guests on the cruise ship who knew this. Everyone knew that Matthew and Erica loved each other very much. Those women who wanted Matthew for themselves were quiet, at least for now.

Late at night

Erica sat up from the bed, stretching, feeling her muscles protest. She quietly got out of bed, trying not to disturb the man lying next to her.

As soon as she opened the door and left the bedroom, the man she left behind opened his eyes.

He picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was half past three in the morning.

He rolled out of bed, put on his pajamas and followed the woman out.

Downstairs, Erica opened the walk-in freezer and walked in.

The fruit in the freezer was already washed. She stuffed a few cherry tomatoes into her mouth and continued to paw through the contents of the freezer.

A few minutes later, she came out with some veggies and frozen shrimp.

"Ahhh!" Erica practically jumped in fright when she walked out of the freezer. There was a man standing in the kitchen. She almost choked on the cherry tomato in her mouth.

Glancing at what she was holding, Matthew asked, "What are you doing?"

Actually, he knew very well what she was up to.

The woman wore a thin nightgown, and when she shook her head, her hair swept aside briefly to reveal the love bites on her neck. Swallowing the cherry tomato in her mouth, she answered unhappily, “It's all your fault. You can't seem to keep your hands off me! I can‘t get dinner, so now I'm hungry!"

Matthew's mind was blown. Well, it was indeed his fault. He neglected that she didn't have dinner tonight. And yeah, it was his fault. They had made love past dinner time, and he forgot to get her anything to eat.

He took the vegetables and frozen shrimp from her hands and asked helplessly, “What do you want?"