In the eighth year of our love, Lucas Bennett sold me to Mr. Thompson, the richest man in the city, for a million dollars. Unaware of this transaction, I initiated a breakup after being mistreated. Lucas went home heartbroken, got married, and had a child, while I was blackmailed with a video and became Mr. Thompson’s mistress. On the day when Mr. Thompson’s wife brought people to beat me up for being “the other woman,” Lucas got married. When I was forced by Mr. Thompson’s wife to have an abortion, Lucas’s child was having their one-month birthday celebration. Until that day, when I took my feverish son to the hospital and ran into their family of three. As I was hesitating whether to avoid them, I accidentally overheard their conversation. “Why don’t you go and trick that fool Emma Wilson again?” “You managed to sell her for a million back then. Now that she has money, you can definitely scam her for even more.” After my son’s fever broke and his little face regained its normal color, I breathed a sigh of relief. While he slept, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom and wash my face. However, as I came out of the bathroom, I unexpectedly ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a long time – my ex-boyfriend, Lucas Bennett. He was sitting in the hallway with a woman, both looking worried. I greedily took in his handsome features, not wanting to miss a single detail. At twenty-eight, Lucas had shed his youthful awkwardness, appearing thinner and more haggard than before. As I was debating whether to go over and say hello, I suddenly heard my name from their lips. The woman was in Lucas’s arms, her eyes rimmed with red. “Honey, the million dollars you got from selling Emma is all gone, and we still need tens of thousands for our little one’s treatment.” “Why don’t you go and trick that fool Emma Wilson again?” “You managed to sell her for a million back then. Now that she has money, you can definitely scam her for even more.” I instantly realized who this woman was – Olivia Parker, the wife Lucas had married back in his hometown. I had heard about her from a friend. When Lucas got married, I even sent a wedding gift of $52,000 through that friend. My feelings towards Olivia were extremely complicated, both envious and jealous that she could marry Lucas. At this moment, however, I seemed to understand the truth about why Mr. Thompson had appeared in my hotel room that night years ago. I had always thought I was drunk and forgot to lock the door, allowing Mr. Thompson to barge in. I never suspected Lucas. He loved me, and I loved him. We had been in love for eight years and were almost at the altar. If only that incident hadn’t happened… Lucas listened to Olivia’s words, hanging his head low for a long time without speaking. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he still had feelings for me. However, in the next second, his voice rang out. “I’ve already figured out how to get money from her.” “That stupid woman must still like me. Little Nine told me she still often asks about me.” “As long as I actively return to her side, she’ll definitely be devoted to me. We might even be able to make a big profit from her.” Lucas and Olivia whispered about his plan. Their words were full of confidence in getting me and contempt. I stood around the corner, listening coldly to their vicious plan, my heart growing colder. Sure enough, people who could sleep in the same bed were no good. Let’s see how you plan to trick me.
I thought it would take a few days for them to implement their plan, but I didn’t expect Lucas to contact me the very next day. “Emma, long time no see. How have you been?” He’s in such a hurry to find me, looks like he really needs money. At that moment, I was crying my eyes out while binge-watching a TV series. In the show, the lead couple separated due to various misunderstandings. Hearing Lucas’s voice, I momentarily confused our situation with theirs. After a moment of silence, I finally controlled my emotions and answered. “Not so good. How about you?” My voice was a bit muffled from crying, with a particularly noticeable nasal tone. Lucas didn’t need to listen carefully to notice something was off about my voice. He probably mistakenly thought I was deeply moved by him, pretending to be upset and asking to get back together. “I’m not doing well either. I miss you, and I don’t have much time left. In my final days, I just want to indulge myself and be with the person I like.” “Will you… accept me again?” I thought about how a long-lost love should react when asking to get back together, based on TV dramas I’d seen. Sniffling, I spoke with an obvious crying tone, my voice uncontrollably happy. “Of course I will. I’ve never forgotten you all these years. Are you finally coming back to me?” Hearing my answer, Lucas secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Pretending to be happy, he said he wanted to come see me. I pretended to cry tears of joy as I sent him my address, acting like a foolish woman blinded by love. Lucas soon appeared at my doorstep, looking much paler than yesterday. He probably stayed up all night to look sick on purpose before coming to see me. I inwardly snorted coldly, not exposing his little trick. Over the years, I had learned many things by using my position as Mr. Thompson’s mistress, with reading people being the most basic skill. Later, I used having a son as a condition to exchange for a company and enough money to live extravagantly for the rest of my life. Fortunately, Mr. Thompson was killed in bed by another woman, and before he died, he left a will giving all his assets to our son. In any case, I’m now a wealthy woman and no longer need to be threatened by others. On the surface, I still pretended to cry tears of joy as I welcomed Lucas in, showing concern for his health. “Why don’t we go to the hospital for another check-up? I have so much money now, I’m sure I can find doctors to cure you.” Lucas, who was secretly observing his surroundings while sitting on the couch, froze for a moment before sighing weakly. “I’ve been checked many times, and they all say I only have six months left. I don’t want to waste time in hospitals anymore. I just want to be with you.” As he spoke, Lucas looked at me with deep affection, as if he couldn’t live without me. I tugged at the corners of my mouth, pretending to blush and lower my head, when in reality, I just couldn’t stand watching his terrible acting anymore. No longer suspicious, I treated him like a treasured possession that had been lost and found, taking him to experience the life of the wealthy. I wanted to see if he would still be willing to live an ordinary life with his wife after experiencing a luxurious lifestyle. With this thought in mind, I smiled even more deeply at Lucas as he tried on clothes.
Perhaps believing that I truly loved him, Lucas started making suggestions. “Why don’t we hire a housekeeper? I don’t want you to be so tired taking care of me every day. It would break my heart.” I shook my head, smiling brightly. “How could taking care of you be tiring? I feel so happy cooking for you myself every day.” I had given the original housekeeper paid leave, and my son had been sent to stay with my parents. The purpose was to make it easier for me to act and watch the show unfold. The loving breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all pre-made meals I bought cheaply. It only took the effort of boiling water and heating them up, not tiring at all. At his insistence, I still pretended to have an “I can’t say no to you” attitude and agreed to his suggestion. The next day, Olivia appeared before me in disguise, looking like an honest and simple country woman. Both husband and wife came to serve me, which was quite nice. I lay in Lucas’s arms, deliberately expressing disgust at her appearance. “How can this housekeeper look like this? She’s so ugly I’m about to vomit. Let’s change to another one.” Olivia’s face twisted for a moment, almost speaking out but forcibly holding back her emotions to show me a fawning smile. Lucas, worried she might slip up, quickly sent her off to do housework. “She’s a relative from my hometown, raising a sick child on her own. It’s quite pitiful.” “But she’s very diligent and efficient at work.” I stared at Olivia mopping the floor with half-belief, reluctantly accepting her. “Housekeeper, go wash some grapes for me. Wash them one by one, and make sure they’re clean.” Olivia had no choice but to put down the mop and turn to wash the grapes. I reminded her again, “Remember to wash your hands clean before washing the grapes. I can see your hands aren’t very clean.” Olivia’s hand, which was about to wash the grapes, froze for a moment. She still obediently washed her hands several times before washing the grapes. After bringing the grapes over, I lazily stayed in Lucas’s arms, asking him to feed me. Olivia, who was cleaning nearby, saw this scene and her face darkened. She accidentally broke a vase. I immediately scolded her in dissatisfaction. “This vase costs tens of thousands of dollars. Can you afford to pay for it?” Olivia stared at me in disbelief, pointing at the broken vase. “This vase is worth fifty dollars at most. I’ve never seen a vase that costs tens of thousands!” The vase was indeed one I bought for a few dozen dollars while shopping, but if I said it was worth tens of thousands, then it was worth tens of thousands. Of course, I wouldn’t expose myself, so I continued to give her a hard time. “You reek of poverty. Just because you’ve never seen a vase worth tens of thousands doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” “You’re clumsy at work too. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re Lucas’s relative, I would have fired you long ago.” I criticized every aspect of her from head to toe. Olivia’s face alternated between red and white, trembling with anger. It was Lucas who finally stopped me by feeding me grapes, and I reluctantly stopped. “Sister Li probably didn’t mean to. Emma, you’re so rich now, don’t bother with her. Let’s eat grapes.” Not bothering was impossible. After all, you both came for my money, and my money didn’t fall from the sky. I still maintained an arrogant attitude, ordering her to kneel and clean the floor with a towel. While cleaning up the broken pieces, Olivia accidentally cut her hand, and blood started flowing. She instinctively called out to Lucas in distress, “Honey, my hand hurts so much…” Lucas, who was holding me, couldn’t sit still anymore. He abruptly let go of me and rushed to Olivia, holding her hand with concern.
I couldn’t help but frown and let out a cold laugh. “Who are you calling ‘honey’ so shamelessly? Lucas, why are you so worried?” Lucas suddenly remembered I was still beside him and reflexively let go of her hand. After realizing what happened, he looked at me with an expression that said, “How can you still be like this?” “Sister Li is my relative, I’m just showing concern. How can you be jealous? You’re such a little jealous cat.” As if afraid I might misunderstand, he comfortingly kissed my face and urged Olivia to continue cleaning. Olivia glared at me resentfully, her eyes rimmed with red as she cleaned up the broken pieces and knelt to mop the floor. To divert my attention and prevent me from continuing to give Olivia a hard time, Lucas became exceptionally attentive to me. He poured tea, cut fruit, and even gave me a massage. I enjoyed his attentiveness and kindly didn’t speak up again. I could give her a hard time later anyway, since it would take time for her to finish cleaning. When Olivia finally stood up tiredly, I lazily asked her to cook pork intestines for me. “I don’t trust the pork intestines from outside. You need to clean them thoroughly before cooking.” I had just had some unprocessed pork intestines delivered, which were absolutely stinky. Olivia looked to Lucas for help. Lucas turned away reluctantly but didn’t speak up to plead for her. I watched their interaction coldly, mockingly. Relying on a man is useless, especially this kind of unreliable man. Rather than asking him for help, she might as well bow her head and beg me. So, Olivia could only clean the pork intestines in the kitchen, retching as she worked. When the pork intestines were served, I took one look and threw them in the trash. At this point, Olivia couldn’t hold back anymore. She pointed at my nose and scolded angrily. “How can you be like this? I worked so hard to cook that!” Lucas couldn’t help but speak up for her. “Emma, you weren’t like this before. How can you waste food?” “Quickly pick it up from the trash. Don’t be wasteful.” I glanced at the pork intestines mixed with various kitchen waste in the trash can, too disgusting to have any appetite. Looking at the two people united against me, I dropped a bombshell—
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