After Finding My Billionaire Parents, My Fiancée Deliberately Caused a Car Accident to Steal My Family Heirloom Pendant She sent her male secretary to meet my parents instead. When I begged for her help with a steel bar piercing my thigh, she was busy comforting her shocked male secretary. Before leaving, she smashed my phone and said coldly, “You’ve enjoyed the benefits for so many years. Let Lucas have the pendant now.” Later, I was rescued by a kind passerby. I lay unconscious in the hospital bed with no one visiting. When I woke up, I saw my fiancée and her male secretary sharing a passionate kiss, supposedly for a fundraising project. The caption read: “No matter how many times, my heart will always lean towards you.” My heart finally died. I dialed my billionaire mother’s number. “Mom, cancel the grand wedding.” “Ethan, why cancel so suddenly? Did something happen?” The elegant woman’s voice on the other end of the line was filled with worry. I didn’t want to trouble this mother who had only found her biological son when she was nearly fifty. After making up an excuse, I hung up the phone. The next second, Olivia pushed open the door, reeking of alcohol. Her eyes were unfocused, and her silk shirt was wrinkled in several places. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, her brows immediately furrowed. “Where have you been messing around for the past two weeks? Your phone was off. I thought you might have died somewhere.” Her tone was accusatory. She asked as if it was perfectly natural, seemingly forgetting that she was the one who left me on the road after the accident and smashed my phone. When she didn’t get an answer from me, Olivia clearly became impatient. She irritably loosened the silk scarf around her neck and walked towards the bedroom. A cluster of hickeys suddenly appeared in my line of sight. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if she simply didn’t care about my feelings. She made no attempt to hide them. Even at this point, my heart still ached dully like it was being cut by a knife. During the two weeks I spent recovering in the hospital, I might as well have been a living corpse. I had multiple fractures, and the steel bar that pierced my thigh put me at risk of amputation. But even so, I had hoped she would come to see me just once, even if only for a fleeting moment. I would have made excuses for her as I had always done before. And then continued to love her despite the pain. But when I got my new phone, I saw this woman I had loved for eight years publicly embracing and kissing her male secretary, smiling shyly and charmingly. The cheers of the crowd seemed to cast a filter of happiness around them. Suppressing the bitterness rising in my throat, I took off the plain ring on my index finger and placed it on the table. Olivia came out after her shower and saw this scene. Her face darkened, and she quickly walked over, using all her strength to slap me across the face. The force was heavy, and half of my face almost instantly swelled and went numb. “Who told you to take it off? Have you forgotten what I said?” she demanded. I met those angry eyes and spoke hoarsely: “How could I forget?” “Take off the ring, the vow is void, we’re over.”
Olivia looked at me in disbelief. “Who are you to say it’s over? If it weren’t for me, you’d still be living on the streets!” My gaze fell on the hickeys on her neck as I spoke calmly: “Where were you during the time I was in the hospital?” “Were you busy impersonating me to meet my parents, or were you fooling around in bed with Lucas?” Hearing my words, she realized what I meant and thought I was jealous. She immediately relaxed and approached me with a coquettish tone. “Lucas told me you only had minor injuries. You’re almost thirty and still lying to make me jealous?” Then, as if remembering something, her voice softened considerably: “Lucas has suffered a lot since childhood. He needs that identity more than you do.” “Besides, he promised me that after meeting your parents, countless business opportunities would pour into the company.” “We’re about to get married anyway, so why not give this chance to someone who needs it more?” I pushed away her body as she tried to get closer. I didn’t know how much Lucas had suffered. But over the years, in my search for my parents, I had been driven out of the orphanage, ended up on the streets fighting with stray dogs for food. I was almost kidnapped for a meal. Olivia knew all of this. Yet for Lucas’s sake, she casually asked me to give up the parents I had just found. “Why should I give it up? They’re my parents. You know how many years I’ve been looking for them.” Olivia was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: “What can you do if you don’t want to? I’ve already taken the pendant that could prove your identity.” “Even if you speak up, who would believe you?” As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang. I glanced at it; the contact name was a heart emoji. Olivia awkwardly hid her phone behind her back and said: “This matter is already settled. Don’t do anything unnecessary.” “Do I need to remind you of your place?” I heard such belittling words from her almost every day. As her footsteps gradually faded away, she answered the call. I heard an intimate male voice from the other end of the phone. “Babe, I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I? It’s all your fault for being so seductive today, I couldn’t help myself.” Followed by Olivia’s embarrassed response: “Stop teasing, I’m at home.” Bitterness welled up in my heart. I lowered my eyes to look at the plain ring on the table and muttered to myself: “I had already met them privately.” “I was originally planning to introduce you to them as my fiancée this time.”
Before Lucas appeared, my life with Olivia could be considered happy and ordinary. She was often dizzy with work at the company. When she came home, I would prepare a hot bath for her and timely offer her a cup of hangover tea. When did cracks start to appear in this life? Probably on Lucas’s first day at the company. I received a friend request on SnapChat. After adding him, he didn’t say a word. But his SnapChat stories were frequently updated with his daily life at the company with Olivia. “The boss worked overtime today, giving her a foot massage.” “Accidentally brushed against her lips today, so sweet.” “She really seems to like my scent, even the buttons on my shirt were torn off.” “Babe blushed, so cute.” This clearly exceeded the distance that should exist between a boss and a subordinate. I could feel that he was showing off to me, but I still chose to trust Olivia. Until that day, when I brought soup to the company and he poured it out in front of me, replacing it with a glass of high-proof liquor. From the corner, I watched Olivia drink it without hesitation. At three in the morning, I received a photo from Lucas of the two of them cheek to cheek. “She’s so beautiful tonight.” “Are you still waiting for her to come home?”
That night, I didn’t sleep a wink. Tears that I hadn’t shed even when I was bullied and beaten at the orphanage soaked my pillow that night. My thoughts returned to the present. It started raining heavily outside, and the damp air made the wound on my thigh ache dully. I propped myself up and walked into the guest room to pack my clothes. Olivia was a light sleeper. To let her sleep well, I had been staying in the guest room almost every day, rarely disturbing her. Halfway through packing, a photo fell to the ground. It was our first photo together at eighteen. I picked it up and looked at it for a long time, then tore it in half and threw it in the trash. Come to think of it, I hadn’t received much kindness over the years. That’s why I had made Olivia my emotional support. I had been wandering since childhood, struggling alone in society for many years. While washing dishes in a kitchen, I happened to encounter Olivia, who was almost abducted. Her parents had fled abroad with her brother to avoid debts due to failed business investments. They left her alone to face the creditors. I initially wanted to ignore it, but she looked so pitiful crying. I couldn’t bring myself to abandon her, so I grabbed an iron shovel nearby and confronted the thugs. My reckless behavior scared off those debt-collecting hooligans. When I came to my senses, my eyes were already covered with warm blood. Eighteen-year-old Olivia, wearing a white dress, hugged me, trembling and begging me not to die. She cried beautifully, stirring the long-dried softness in my heart. I used all the money I had saved over the years to support her through college. I switched to working at construction sites, doing the hardest and most tiring jobs. I thought that if I had Olivia for the rest of my life, it wouldn’t matter if I couldn’t find my parents. Later, she graduated smoothly and joined a financial company. In less than three years, she became a big name in the industry and established her own studio. I hid outside her company building, the dust on my body making me afraid to approach that moonlight. But in front of everyone, she flew into my arms like a butterfly. I just never expected that under the influence of power and money, even the high-hanging moon would become dim. I never questioned true love, but true love can change in an instant. Fortunately, it was only eight years. I could afford to lose.
I bought a ticket on my phone for a flight to the capital city the next day. After packing my things, I reached out to knock on Olivia’s door, but heard mixed male and female voices flirting inside. The door was slightly ajar, as if it hadn’t been closed properly. Olivia had her phone on speaker and was applying body lotion to her legs. The conversation inside reached my ears word for word. Lucas’s voice came through, whining and coaxing: “Olivia, can we be together after I meet your parents? Ethan doesn’t deserve you at all.” “You’ve already repaid what you owed him long ago. Didn’t you tell me you don’t love him anymore?” Olivia’s hand paused as she was applying the lotion, her voice turning cold: “Lucas, I can give you anything you want.” “Except for this.” “I don’t love Ethan, but I still have a responsibility to him.” Then she softened her voice again, coaxing the man: “I’ve given you everything. What else are you unsatisfied with? Being too greedy isn’t a good thing.” “But Olivia, do you really want me to be the other man?” A smile appeared on Olivia’s face, her voice lazy and drawling. “How could you be the other man?” “The one who isn’t loved is the other man.” I closed the door and turned to leave. Laughing at myself for the thought of saying goodbye just now.
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