Burned Once, Never Again (Niamh and Castiel)

Three months later, Castiel was growing increasingly anxious in his search for Niamh. Everyone around him was on edge every day.

One morning, Lucian came across a photo in an international news article. It was just a shot of a woman's side profile, but he immediately recognized that it was Niamh.

Without hesitation, he went to Castiel's office. After some hesitation, he handed his phone to Castiel. "It's news about Mrs. Jamison."NôvelDrama.Org content.

Castiel's hand that was signing a document froze. He put down his pen immediately and grabbed Lucian's phone.

For three whole months, he had been searching for Niamh day and night. He didn't expect that she would be so good at hiding herself. With just one glance, Castiel's eyes turned bloodshot with rage.

At the same time, his phone rang.

Castiel hurled Lucian's phone against the wall out of anger. Lucian winced at his newly purchased phone being chucked away so forcefully, but he didn't dare say a word.

Without checking the caller ID, Castiel answered his phone coldly. "What is it?"

"You need to come back right away. Renee's voice came from the other end. She sounded displeased, so she must have seen the international news as well. Castiel closed his eyes for a moment.

"I'm busy," he replied, knowing perfectly well the barrage of nagging and reprimand he would hear if he returned to Jamison Manor right now. He didn't have time for that.

Renee's voice became furious over the phone. "No matter what, you must divorce that woman! Everyone is talking about how Niamh had an affair during her marriage and filed for divorce against you! This is even worse than news about Niamh filing for divorce!" Three months ago, rumors flew in Greenburg. Countless reporters were eager to interview Niamh. However, she had vanished into thin air, and no one could find her. The worse. At long last, Niamh resurfaced, and in such an unthinkable way. rumors had only grown

Renee had never imagined that the daughter-in-law she had always looked down on, who had seemed so timid and meek, could pull off something like this.

Who could have guessed that the gentle Niamh would commit such a scandalous act? The disgrace it brought to the Jamison family far outweighed the previous rumors.

The gossip about divorce proceedings and mistresses was nothing compared to this.

Castiel was the man of every woman's dreams in Greenburg. Various families had hoped to form a connection with the Jamison family through marriage, and women from the whole country and not just Greenburg wished to marry him. Surprisingly, Niamh-the woman who had tied the knot with the man every woman pined for-had

allegedly run off with a foreigner.

"I'm hanging up if there's nothing else."

"Castiel, don't you dare!"

Castiel hung up by hurling the phone against the wall for the second time that day.

Lucian prided himself on his professionalism and strong mental fortitude. But upon seeing Castiel like this, he couldn't help but want to run away.

When he first saw the news, he couldn't believe it either. He had expected that Niamh would

reveal her whereabouts in such a shocking way.

"Book a flight for me." Castiel's icy voice finally broke the silence in the large office.

In his mind, Lucian said a silent prayer for Niamh.

Overseas, in a bustling financial hub of a metropolis, Niamh strode confidently in a professional suit. Her high heels clicked against the floor as she walked behind a dignified middle-aged man. Everyone they passed by greeted him respectfully. "Good day, Mr. Jimenez." Niamh, who was holding some documents in her arms, followed him into an office.

As the door closed, the man's demeanor softened slightly. "Are you tired? Take a seat."

"I'm not tired," Niamh replied, sitting behind a nearby desk and organizing the documents she had, brought in.