After marrying billionaire Alex Thorne, he gave his heart to me, but his fortune to his childhood flame, Sera Maxwell.
“You claim to like me? How am I supposed to know you’re not just a gold-digger?”
“For three years, I won’t give you a single penny. I want you to prove yourself!”
I never wanted Alex’s money, so I stubbornly set out to prove him wrong. For three long years, I worked three jobs, doing food deliveries under scorching 104-degree heat. To save every penny, when I gave birth to Leo, I couldn’t even afford an epidural.
Until our wedding anniversary, when Leo was bullied by Sera Maxwell’s son, simply because we were poor.
Caleb was shielded by Alex, with his soft skin, fancy clothes, and extravagant lifestyle. Alex, without question, took his side, no matter what.
And Leo? He was bruised and miserable, huddled in my arms like a frightened kitten.
That’s when it hit me.
“Today is the last day. Mr. Thorne, let’s get a divorce.”
Alex stared at me for a moment after I spoke, silent.
Then, a scoff escaped his lips:
“Divorce? You can actually bring yourself to do it?”
“You’ve endured three years of hardship. Tomorrow, you’ll be the undisputed Mrs. Thorne, with a twenty-million-dollar monthly allowance. You’re really going to throw away such a good life.”
“All because of this minor incident, you want a divorce?”
I ignored him, lowering my head to gently blow on Leo’s wounds.
He’d been pushed to the ground, his knees and arms scraped raw and bloody. The large dabs of antiseptic made the wounds look even more gruesome.
Leo didn’t cry.
He bit back his tears, as if he’d grown used to such injustice.
It tore at my heart even more.
I looked up and saw the culprit, shielded behind Alex. My anger flared, completely uncontrollable:
“This isn’t a minor incident! You saw the security footage, Alex. Your own child was beaten, yet you’re protecting someone else’s! Alex Thorne, do you have any heart at all?!”
I rarely lost my temper.
My sudden outburst seemed to startle Alex.
The atmosphere grew tense, bordering on hostile.
And right then, Sera Maxwell stepped in to smooth things over.
“Children are so young, what do they know? Caleb already realizes he was wrong. I apologize to your Leo on his behalf, Aria.”
“Aria, please don’t be angry.”
I looked at Caleb, clinging to Sera’s hand, still making defiant faces at us.
He didn’t look sorry in the slightest.
My face darkened, and I didn’t accept her apology:
“He made the mistake, he should apologize himself. As his mother, you can’t do it for him.”
Sera was used to her fragile act.
At my slight harshness, her lips instantly drooped, and tears welled up.
She turned to Alex:
“Alex…”
Alex was already annoyed by my outburst, and seeing Sera’s tears made him even angrier.
He snapped at me:
“Enough! Kids play rough, bumps and scrapes happen. Why are you making such a big deal out of a child’s antics?”
“Besides, Sera has already apologized. Don’t be so relentless.”
Before I could retort.
Leo, in my arms, spoke up first.
“Dad, why do you always take Caleb’s side? You saw it! Caleb called Mom names first. I couldn’t stand it, so I went to get the teacher. He aggressively pushed me, and I didn’t even push back.”
“Dad, do you… do you not love me?”
The raw disappointment in my child’s innocent eyes stung Alex.
He instinctively moved forward to offer a few comforting words, but Caleb, from behind him, grabbed onto his leg.
“You’re only just figuring that out?!”
“Everyone in our class knows Mr. Thorne doesn’t like you, you little beggar son. Even my mom says it! Your mom’s a beggar, and you’re a little beggar. Beggars like you don’t belong in the same school as me, and you and your mom will be kicked out of the Thorne mansion eventually!”
“Then Mom and I can move in and live a good life…”
Caleb’s words were cut short.
Sera’s hand shot out, smacking him hard on the back of his head.
“Caleb Maxwell, what nonsense are you spewing?! Apologize to Leo right now!”
Caleb opened his mouth to cry and throw a tantrum, but Sera shot him a warning glance.
With tears still streaming, he reluctantly walked over to us, sniffling as he mumbled:
“Leo Thorne, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you or made fun of you and your mom.”
Leo glanced at him, softly responded:
“It’s okay.”
Then he buried his face back in my arms, his voice muffled:
“Mom, I don’t want to go to school here anymore.”
“It’s really expensive, and Dad doesn’t give us money, so you work so hard, Mom. The other kids here don’t like me either.”
Leo’s words broke my heart.
I stroked his head, comforting him in a low voice:
“Alright, then we won’t study here. I’ll arrange your transfer later.”
The bell rang for class.
The incident was over, and the two children were led back to their classrooms by the teacher.
Perhaps Leo’s words had stirred a rare warmth in Alex’s heart today.
As he was leaving, he offered to give me a ride.
“Don’t take the bus. It’s hot; I’ll drive you.”
The man leaned out of his million-dollar luxury car.
According to my previous mindset, I should have refused, should have continued to wait for the bus under the scorching sun.
To prove to Alex that I wasn’t a gold-digger.
But I looked down at myself, still wearing my worn-out delivery uniform, and remembered Leo’s faded sneakers. Meanwhile, Sera in the passenger seat was impeccably dressed, and Caleb was covered in designer brands.
The stubborn lump in my throat suddenly dissolved.
Alex, proving anything didn’t matter anymore.
Love did.
I pulled open the car door, something I’d never done before, and got in. Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise, letting out a soft laugh:
“Not playing hard to get anymore? I knew it. With the three years up, and twenty million a month starting tomorrow, how could you bear to leave me?”
“Alright, where am I taking you?”
I looked at Alex, my voice calm:
“To the courthouse. We’re filing for divorce.”
Alex’s pupils widened slightly. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum, and a furious laugh escaped him.
“Fine, fine, fine! Don’t you dare regret this!”
I said nothing, staying silent the entire ride.
We quietly completed all the paperwork.
It wasn’t until we walked out of the courthouse that I slowly spoke:
“In thirty days, we’ll come back to finalize the divorce. I’ll go home and pack; Leo and I will be leaving later.”
Before Alex could respond, I flagged down a taxi and left.
Sera, standing nearby, seized the opportunity to fan the flames:
“Alex, don’t chase her. It’s probably good for Aria to cool down. Once that twenty million allowance hits her account tomorrow, someone who’s lived such a hard life will surely never be able to leave. But for her to constantly bring up divorce, even forcing you to come here…”
“It’s truly ungrateful of her!”
Alex coldly glanced at Sera’s hand clutching his arm.
He pulled away, his eyes narrowed as he warned:
“Stay out of my business with Aria.”
“Grandpa has old ties with your family, which is why he asked me to look after you and Caleb. So, stay in your lane. I told you before: you can try to ‘test’ or ‘provoke’ Aria and Leo all you want, but don’t you dare touch my son. I don’t want to hear Caleb say those things again.”
“Otherwise, I’ll pull all my investments from Maxwell Enterprises.”
Sera was furious, but she still had to maintain her pitiful facade:
“Alex, don’t think that of me. Kids say silly things, they don’t mean it. I was just worried that Aria was a gold-digger and wanted to help you test her. I won’t do it again.”
“Speaking of Grandpa, could you drop me off at the old mansion? We can have dinner with him.”
Alex ignored her, getting straight into his car:
“It’s not on my way. I’m going back to the office.”
“It’s hard to get a cab near the school, that’s why you asked me to give you a ride. This is downtown; you can handle yourself.”
He floored the gas pedal.
Sera could only watch the receding taillights, fuming.
After some thought, Sera finally dialed her phone:
“Hello, Grandpa, it’s Sera. Do you know, Aria suddenly filed for divorce! And she said she’s taking Leo with her!”
“She’s trying to keep you from seeing your grandson, trying to threaten the Thorne family…”
Alex’s car stopped at the last traffic light near his office, watching the countdown. He inexplicably thought of our marriage, now counting down its final thirty days.
We definitely wouldn’t divorce.
Both my son and I loved him fiercely, enduring three years of hardship without a word of leaving.
But then he remembered Leo’s disappointed eyes and my utterly cold expression at the courthouse entrance. The more Alex thought about it, the more agitated he became, a strange panic slowly rising within him.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel in frustration, then turned the car around, heading home to find me.
When Alex returned, I was tossing our wedding photos into a box.
Calling them wedding photos was generous; they were just selfies taken with a veil.
Because we had no money, I couldn’t afford proper wedding photos.
I bought a cheap veil for a few bucks on Wish, then dragged Alex to take a quick selfie in front of the courthouse.
In the photo, Alex’s face was stone-cold, and even though he seemed reluctant, he obediently let me rest my head on his shoulder for the shot. Later, when he saw that awkward photo hanging on the wall, he didn’t say anything.
I thought then that Alex loved me.
But his love was tinged with doubt and suspicion, and I just needed to try harder to make him believe.
So later, no matter how much I suffered, a glance at that photo was enough to make me endure it all.
I reached out, gently touching Alex’s face in the photo.
“I knew you couldn’t let me go.”
“Aria, let’s withdraw the divorce application.”
*Thud.*
The moment Alex spoke, I dropped the photo into the box.
I frowned, looking at him:
“Why are you back so early?”
“Didn’t the teacher say you took Caleb to the old mansion to see Grandpa?”
My words caught Alex off guard.
I looked at the empty space behind Alex and immediately realized something. I called the teacher, and after my repeated questioning, the teacher reluctantly revealed the truth:
“It was… it was Mr. Thorne Sr. He took the child.”
“He told us not to tell you, and said Leo would never live with you again.”
No way!
Leo was my entire world.
I didn’t care about anything else now. I told Alex to drive me to the old mansion.
When I arrived, Leo was crying pitifully.
“I want my mom, I want to go home. Grandpa, she’s not my mom!”
Grandpa Thorne pressed Leo into Sera’s arms:
“This is your home.”
“What’s so good about that mother of yours? She’s so common, so petty. She only married Alex for his money.”
“Grandpa will get you a new mom. Sera is educated and gentle. She’ll not only be good to you, but she’ll also nurture you. You’ll have a bright future!”
I rushed forward, pulled Leo out, and hugged him, whispering reassurances.
Then I looked up, glaring fiercely at Grandpa Thorne:
“Leo is my son! No one can take him from me!”
“Grandpa Thorne, aren’t you going too far?!”
Grandpa Thorne had always looked down on me, and now he felt it was beneath him to even speak to me.
He simply looked at Alex, his face cold, and commanded:
“Get rid of her. Give her some money and send her away. Consider it compensation for her youth and for having a child these past few years.”
“If Sera hadn’t told me you two were fighting about divorce, I wouldn’t have known!”
“Let me tell you, I’ve seen countless women like her. She’s ‘demanding a divorce’ now, but it’s just a tactic to use the child’s custody to extort money from you, endlessly!”
Alex shot Sera a furious glare.
Then he turned to his grandfather, trying to explain:
“We’re just having a small disagreement, Grandpa. Aria isn’t like that.”
Grandpa Thorne only grew more impassioned:
“Not like that? Not like that, then why did you ‘test’ her for three years? You still doubted her, didn’t you?”
“Alex, you don’t love her, you just pity her. If that’s the case, don’t let this woman monopolize the Mrs. Thorne title. Leo stays, and you give her some money for a divorce.”
“I’m your father, I wouldn’t harm you. Listen to me!”
The bodyguards on the side stepped forward, ready to snatch Leo from me.
I looked at Alex, tears streaming down my face:
“Alex, say something!”
“These three years of marriage, am I a gold-digger or not? Don’t you know, deep down?”
“I was sincere with you, and even more so with Leo!”
Alex remained silent.
He still doubted me.
I stared at him in disbelief, my heart aching as if it had been ripped from my chest.
“You… you still don’t believe me after all this time?”
“These three years, have I spent a single penny of your money, Alex Thorne? Even when I gave birth to Leo, I couldn’t afford an epidural, so I endured the pain without it. Delivering packages, cleaning offices—I literally let my dignity be trampled on for those jobs. Yet I never once reached out to you for help.”
“Alex Thorne, you truly have no heart.”
I didn’t want to say anything more. I took Leo and turned to leave.
The bodyguards weren’t thugs. The child was small; if anything happened, Grandpa Thorne would surely blame them.
Just as I was about to walk out the front door.
Sera’s startled cry suddenly came from behind me.
“Oh no, Grandpa Thorne fell!”
Although I didn’t like Grandpa Thorne, he was still an elder.
I held Leo and accompanied him all the way to the hospital.
I just didn’t expect that the mess he’d caused by falling would have to be repaid with my son’s blood.
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My credit card had been maxed out. Someone had stolen my identity.
I called the police.
Mid-way through giving my statement at the police station, I saw my husband, Rhys Davies, who was supposed to be away on a business trip. Trailing behind him, face flushed crimson, was Lila Stone – his first love.
“Aria, is this how you waste police resources?”
A withdrawal of charges statement was slapped onto the table by Rhys. “Just sign it, quickly. I don’t have time to argue with you about this nonsense.”
I looked at the amount displayed on the statement—it was equivalent to three years of Rhys’s salary. I smiled.
“You want me to sign it?”
“Fine,” I said, meeting the smug, assured faces of Rhys and his first love. I picked up the statement. “Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.”
“Grovel at my feet.”
“You missed a step.”
My voice dropped, icy.
“No deal.”
My lawyer, who had come with me, immediately spoke up. “According to the law, fraudulently using someone else’s credit card for over $50,000 constitutes a felony—”
“Enough!”
Rhys brutally interrupted my lawyer, then turned, his eyes burning into me. “Aria! We’re married! Don’t make this ugly. If you push me, *you’ll* be the one regretting it, not me!”
Lila, Rhys’s first love, immediately burst into tears.
“Aria, I know you resent me and Rhys being together for three years. I know my presence makes you uncomfortable, but you have to be reasonable. Rhys and I met and were together first. Just because you married him doesn’t mean you can cut off all his ties with me.”
Lila’s voice was choked with sobs, yet it cut through the air, sharp as a blade.
“My son needed to get into a good school, and I couldn’t afford the tuition! That’s why I asked Rhys for help! Do you think I *wanted* to use your credit card? Do you think I felt good about it? It was humiliating for me too, okay?” Lila cried, her eyes red. “Before I came here with Rhys, do you know where I was? Trying to enroll my son in school! Now, the whole school knows I’m a credit card fraudster! Are you happy now?”
Lila screamed the last sentence, then crumpled into Rhys’s arms. He gently stroked her back, comforting her.
“It’s okay.”
“I’m right here.”
“As long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone mess with you or the kid,” Rhys said, still soothing Lila but not forgetting to warn me. “Aria, do you see? Even a sweet, gentle person like Lila has been driven to this by you! I advise you to sign the damn papers and clear things up with Lila. Tell everyone this was just a misunderstanding! Otherwise, how will she and her son ever live this down?”
I looked at Rhys’s self-righteous, indignant face.
I remembered when I first found out my credit card was stolen. I’d even wondered if something terrible had happened to Rhys.
After all, Rhys hadn’t been home for a while, always claiming he was handling some big project out of town. Even for our anniversary, all I got was a cold, terse text: ‘Happy Anniversary, Wife.’ No gift. No call. He just disappeared for the entire day.
Now, seeing Rhys stand there, defending another woman, I finally realized all my worries were for nothing. And if that’s the case, why should I care about his ‘face’? I walked over to Rhys, grabbed Lila’s hair, and slapped her hard.
As Lila shrieked, I raised my hand again, delivering a stinging slap across Rhys’s face. I then declared,
“Now, I’m not just dealing with credit card fraud.”
I turned to my lawyer.
“I want to accuse my husband of possible bigamy, of having another family and even an illegitimate child behind my back.”
“As for the credit card fraud,” I sneered, “since they refuse to admit their wrongdoing, we’ll proceed strictly according to the rules.”
My lawyer, following my instructions, noted all my demands and was about to approach the police, but Rhys blocked his path.
“Aria!”
Rhys stood in front of my lawyer, his eyes like daggers, fixed on me. “Are you out of your mind? Bigamy? An illegitimate child? Do you have *any idea* how much damage your words are doing to me and Lila?”
“And you,” Rhys said, looking at my lawyer with disgust. “How much did Aria pay you to do her dirty work? Do you know I’m her husband? Every penny she spends is our joint marital property! You’re using *my* money to sue *me*? Are you really that naive?”
Lila, too, joined Rhys in shoving and pushing my lawyer.
“How dare you sue me!”
“I’ll sue Aria for assault!” Lila cried, clutching half her face, staring at me. “Don’t blame Rhys for not liking you! You’re so domineering, no man wants a woman like that! You deserve to be alone forever!”
Listening to Lila’s commentary, and seeing Rhys’s fleeting flicker of guilt, I understood everything.
Behind my back, this is how Rhys described me.
If that’s the case, why should I put myself through any more trouble? I smiled at Lila, then looked at Rhys and nodded earnestly.
“You’ve got a point.”
Rhys thought Lila had convinced me. He was about to speak. “You—”
But I cut him off.
“After all, I’m not a morally bankrupt person like you,” I said, changing my tone. “I’m not the kind of person who’d step over their morals even if they were lying on the ground.”
I pointed to my face.
“If you want to sue, go ahead!”
“But for now,” I smiled, “enjoy your fifteen days in lockup and the hefty compensation bill.”
After all.
Buying a house for Lila’s son’s schooling. If he had to pay that back, it would practically kill Rhys. I walked out of the police station and got into Finn Hayes’ car. The car radio was playing a breakup song, the singer crooning, “Happy breakup, wish you happiness, you can find someone better.”
Finn handed me a green hat, asking, “Like it?”
I looked at the green hat in my lap, a bitter laugh escaping me. I slapped Finn on the head. “Drive, unless you have a death wish.”
I sat in the two-bedroom condo Rhys had bought for Lila.
Inside the house.
The layout was cozy, with a family portrait hanging in the living room: Rhys with his arm around Lila and a child. The kid, Leo, was probably at school right now, oblivious to the fact that both his parents were cooling their heels in jail. From the bills in the living room, I saw Rhys’s expenses for Lila over the past few years.
From a single dollar to hundreds, then thousands, tens of thousands, and even hundreds of thousands. The figures were staggering.
I remembered that in our three years of marriage, Rhys and I were often apart. He’d always use that line:
“I want to be worthy of you.”
This excuse stifled all my simmering resentment about our lukewarm relationship. Then, I noticed a USB drive in the TV stand drawer. In bold, block letters, it read: [Rhys Davies x Lila Stone].
I inserted the USB drive into the projector. The timeline on the screen showed last year.
It was Thanksgiving weekend. My parents and I had waited for Rhys all day at our family estate. He finally showed up, festive treats in hand, apologizing about being too busy, hoping we weren’t mad.
Now, watching the projected content from the USB drive, I felt as if I’d been plunged into an ice bath.
In the video, Rhys was on one knee before Lila, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, his eyes red. “All the romantic gestures I never gave you back then,” he choked out, “I’m giving it to you now.”
“This house is my ultimate proof of love for you.”
The background was this very house, packed with Rhys’s family.
Everyone was saying, “Rhys finally caught a break.”
“Seriously!”
“Rhys has been through so much these past few years, living with *that woman* just to give Lila a home.”
“Lila’s so lucky, so loved by Rhys. Even though he doesn’t love *that other woman*, he was willing to ‘sleep next to her’ just for the money, all for Lila.”
Lila cried, her eyes red, and nodded, saying she accepted.
Then, a tear-jerking kiss, a moment that moved everyone, ended with Leo’s delighted cheers.
I finally understood why, even when Rhys and I were in the throes of passion, he was always so controlled. And when I brought up having a child, he’d just give me this vague, distant look.
“Aria.”
“We’re still young. We have plenty of time to think about kids. But your family is so powerful, so wealthy. I don’t want to just be seen as a kept man. I want people to talk about me and make you proud.”
On that Thanksgiving weekend, Rhys had come home smelling of strange perfume. I wasn’t oblivious, but Rhys would always explain, “It’s just a client’s wife’s perfume. If you don’t like it, I’ll drop the deal.”
Rhys was a master of disguise, and he’d protected Lila so well.
Even when I knew of Lila’s existence, he’d just tell me, “If it weren’t for Lila, I wouldn’t know how to love.”
“They say a woman who helps a man grow up often gets replaced by a later one. I never believed it before.”
Rhys held me in his arms.
“But now, I’m truly grateful for my ex. Without her, how would I have learned to appreciate such a wonderful wife.”
It was all a trap. All deliberate.
My fingertips went numb, and even in the blazing summer heat, shivers ran down my spine. Finn, who was sitting beside me, hadn’t dared to utter a sound until the video ended, when he gently patted my shoulder.
My body reacted instinctively. I pushed Finn away and rushed to the toilet, throwing up until my head spun. As I reached for a tissue, I noticed that even the tissues were the same brand I used. I remembered someone asking Rhys at the end of the video:
“Aria won’t really find out, will she?”
“She’s so sensitive and suspicious.”
But Rhys was utterly confident.
“I’ve covered every angle. She won’t find a single flaw.”
Everything—from the tissues and toiletries to the pillowcases and kitchenware—was identical to mine. Even the skincare products and perfume on the vanity were my brand. Every detail was meticulously copied, as if Rhys were truly living, loving, and marrying the same person.
No wonder I never suspected anything. I thought of Lila at the police station—her hair color was *exactly* like mine. Identical. It sent a chill down my spine, but then a soft jacket was draped over my shoulders.
“Have you figured out what you’re going to do?”
I turned, meeting Finn’s unusually concerned gaze, and squeezed out a smile.
“Of course.”
My mom always said if you get hit, you hit back. If someone wrongs you, you make them feel worse. I wasn’t raised to quietly endure. My education was always about fighting fire with fire.
I grabbed the deeds to this house, listed it online for 70% below market value, with one condition.
The buyer had to be aggressive. Ruthless.
Then, I had Finn use his connections to apply pressure, launching a full investigation into Lila’s son’s school enrollment. After that, I arranged for hair samples from Rhys and Leo to be used for a DNA paternity test.
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“I need you to fake a private jet crash for me. A way out. A clean break from Julian Blackwood.”
My best friend, Chloe, looked like her jaw was about to unhinge. She probably thought she was hallucinating.
It was the same shock I’d felt when they announced Julian and I were getting married.
A poor girl from a forgotten town, an heir from one of the city’s most powerful families—they were worlds apart. Nobody ever imagined they’d end up together.
People gossiped, of course. Some whispered Julian was just looking for a new thrill. Others speculated I was nothing more than a stand-in for some ‘unattainable first love’ he couldn’t have. There were even rumors he’d married me on a dare.
But after three years of marriage, Julian Blackwood proved them all wrong. He showed that there was no other reason for our wedding, except for his insane love for me.
And he loved me to the point of madness.
Julian fell for me at first sight and launched a relentless pursuit.
Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated hundreds of millions to major charities in my name, and built elementary schools across the globe, all uniformly named ‘Anya’s School.’
He wanted everyone in the world to know me, to appreciate me, so if I ever faced trouble, countless hands would reach out to help.
To spend more time with me, he joined me in my odd jobs: catering, handing out flyers, sorting packages… This pampered heir, who’d never even washed his own clothes, gritted his teeth and worked by my side for two whole years.
The slender hands that once played the violin were now calloused and rough.
That unwavering sincerity finally won me over. But the gap between our families was immense, and his parents absolutely forbade our relationship.
To get their approval, he endured countless family punishments, physical ones that left him bruised and battered, even whip marks on his back.
When he realized that wasn’t working, he simply gave up all his inheritance, striking out on his own to build an empire from scratch. No one was going to dictate his choices in love.
His friends in the elite circles thought he’d completely lost his mind. This brilliant, sharp man, throwing away a fortune he couldn’t spend in ten lifetimes, all for one woman.
His family had no choice but to finally agree to our marriage.
After we married, he replaced all his staff with men.
Even though I never asked him to, he meticulously reported his every move, installed a GPS tracker, even, just so I could check up on him.
Online, people raved about our ‘fairy tale love,’ calling it the ultimate win for true romantics. Our ‘couple’s popularity’ skyrocketed, eclipsing even major celebrities.
But no one, except for me, knew that this perfect husband had secretly fathered twins with another woman and built a second family behind my back.
When I found out, the pain ripped through me so violently I felt like I was choking on my own heart, and then everything went black.
Hearing the news, Julian canceled a multi-million-dollar deal and rushed back home, staying by my side for two days and nights without rest.
When I woke up, he was there, watching over me with a worried expression, warming the IV fluid in his hand before it reached me.
“You’re awake? You scared the hell out of me.” Julian pressed my hand to his face, looking on the verge of tears.
He’d faced down armed men in business deals without batting an eye, but the news of my illness made his legs turn to jelly.
Looking at his eyes, brimming with worry and anxiety, my heart felt like it was being torn to shreds.
The love in his eyes was undeniable; he truly loved me. But did this man, who loved me so genuinely, look at Seraphina the same way? Whisper those same sweet nothings to her?
Seraphina was the woman he cheated with, his childhood friend.
When news of Julian pursuing me got out, Seraphina led a group to bully me at school. She’d then harassed me at my part-time jobs, ruining several of them, and even hired thugs to humiliate me. Julian caught them red-handed when he came to confess his feelings.
He utterly disregarded their long-standing family ties, bankrupting Seraphina’s family without a second thought. If his mother hadn’t intervened, he would have ruined her life completely, maybe even worse.
So, if I hadn’t seen those disgusting videos and the DNA test results with my own eyes, I would never have believed Julian cheated, let alone that the children were already a year old.
I closed my eyes and turned away, tears streaming down my face, soaking a large patch of the pillow.
Julian didn’t notice my tears, thinking I was just tired. “Anya, the doctor just checked you and found out you’re two months pregnant! We’re going to have our own baby!”
The usually cold and dignified man was now as giddy as a child. “Our anniversary is in five days, and now you’re pregnant! It’s like double the celebration!”
My eyes shot open.
When I was a child, my father had thrown me into an icy river, causing injuries that many doctors said would make it impossible for me to ever conceive.
Because of this, Julian’s parents, already not thrilled with me, had given me the cold shoulder more than once.
I had tolerated it because they were Julian’s parents, but Julian refused to see me suffer for his sake.
He’d declared, “Anya is the woman I love. Her choosing to be with me is a blessing I earned in a past life. If you dare give her any grief over this baby issue, then we’ll cut ties completely, and you’ll never see me again.”
I gently touched my belly, unable to hold back the sobs that wracked my body. This baby… why now? Why couldn’t you have come at a different time?
Julian pulled me into his arms, murmuring softly. “Why are you crying all of a sudden? Who upset you? Your husband will make them pay.”
But at that moment, I smelled a faint, unfamiliar perfume on him, mixed with the distinct smell of baby formula.
I shoved Julian away and leaned over the bed, vomiting.
Julian thought it was morning sickness and instinctively cupped his hands beneath my chin, unafraid of me throwing up on him.
He looked at me with worry. Of course, he was happy I was pregnant, but he’d been with Seraphina throughout her pregnancy and childbirth. He knew how much women suffered through pregnancy, labor, and postpartum recovery.
I stared at Julian, stunned. I knew how much he hated anything dirty, yet he was willing to do this for me. He even hand-washed all my clothes and shoes, always.
He’d given me three years of his wholehearted love, and I had done the same. I truly couldn’t imagine life without him.
For a moment, I almost threw all my principles out the window. If Julian would just cut ties with Seraphina, maybe we could go back to how things were.
But the next moment, he received a text, said there was an urgent company matter, and hurried off.
Half an hour later, Seraphina sent me a photo. In it, Julian was holding the twins, leaning down to kiss their foreheads.
That single photo shattered all my illusions.
After leaving the hospital, I went to Chloe, asking her to fake a private jet crash for me.
Because I knew Julian. He would never agree to a divorce, never let me go. He would simply lose his mind.
After returning from Chloe’s, I immediately booked an abortion appointment in another state. The Blackwood family had eyes and ears everywhere, extremely powerful. If I stayed in this city, Julian would know before I even made it to the operating table.
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Elara Hayes found herself back at 27, reborn.
She had two children, a son and a daughter, and was married to Dominic Thorne, the global billionaire. The man who consistently topped the Forbes list, was hailed by *Time* magazine as “the world’s most desirable bachelor,” and whom even the British monarchy reportedly wished to marry off their princess to.
Everyone said she was incredibly lucky. Yet, the first thing she did was take a divorce agreement to his first love.
She slid the papers across the table to Cassandra Sterling, her voice calm. “I want a divorce. Dominic is yours. The children are yours too.”
Cassandra stared at her, stunned, unable to believe that the woman who’d occupied the “Mrs. Thorne” title for six years would suddenly give it up so willingly.
Elara simply added, a faint weariness in her tone, “Since they both prefer you, I’ll grant your wishes. Just get Dominic to sign, and once the mandatory waiting period is over, I’ll leave.”
This time, she refused to repeat her past mistakes. She refused to remain the invisible Mrs. Thorne, overlooked by everyone.
Cassandra’s fingers unconsciously traced the rim of her coffee cup, her brow furrowed. “Elara, what game are you playing?”
Elara watched the shifting expressions on Cassandra’s face, repeating calmly, “No game. I’m just fed up.”
“Elara, do you have any idea how many women out there would kill for your position?”
“I do.” Elara met her gaze. “Which is why I’m giving it to you.”
A crack finally appeared in Cassandra’s composure.
She stared at the agreement for a long time, then finally picked it up. “Alright. Since you’re so generous, I won’t refuse.”
“But remember, what I get my hands on, I never let go of.”
“Don’t worry,” Elara offered a small smile. “I won’t regret it. Not ever.”
After all, in her previous life, she’d already tasted the bitterness of a solitary existence.
Cassandra rose and moved to another table in the coffee shop. With an elegant flick of her wrist, she pulled out her phone, her fingers dancing across the screen.
When the call connected, her voice instantly softened. “Dominic, I’m at the Blue Mountain Café. Can you come pick me up?”
Elara sat nearby, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
Once upon a time, when she called Dominic, his assistant answered nine out of ten times.
Now, in less than twenty minutes, the man who was perpetually “in a meeting” appeared at the café entrance.
Through the glass, Elara watched Dominic stride into the café, his broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuated by his custom-tailored black suit.
Six-year-old Leo and four-year-old Mia instantly rushed to Cassandra, showering her with hugs and kisses.
“Auntie Cassie!” Mia chirped sweetly, rubbing her little face against Cassandra’s arm.
Dominic placed a cake box on the table, his long fingers gently pushing it toward her. “Your favorite matcha. I specifically asked the chef to go easy on the sugar.”
Cassandra’s eyes lit up. “You always remember.”
Elara sat in the corner, her fingers unconsciously digging into her palm.
Six years of marriage, and Dominic didn’t even know her favorite flavor.
Last life, when she was hospitalized and craved strawberry cake, he had his assistant buy a random one. It turned out to be mango, which she was allergic to.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” Dominic’s voice was deep. “French, or Italian?”
Cassandra smiled, taking the divorce agreement from her bag. “Before that, there’s a document I’d like you to see.”
She opened the agreement to the signature page. “I’ve set my sights on a villa, but I’m a bit short on liquid funds. Could you…?”
Dominic took the pen, signing without even glancing at the contents. “Between us, why be so formal?”
“Auntie Cassie, are you buying a new house?” Leo asked, looking up. “Dad, why don’t you buy one next door? Mia and I want to move in with Auntie Cassie. We don’t want to stay with Mom every day.”
Dominic’s brow furrowed slightly, but seeing the children’s expectant faces, he relented. “Alright, I’ll buy one.”
“No need for such trouble,” Cassandra quickly said. “I’ll just leave three rooms for Leo and Mia… and you. You can come and stay whenever you like.”
The children cheered with delight. Mia even hugged Cassandra’s neck and gave her a kiss. “Auntie Cassie is the best! A thousand times better than Mom!”
Elara’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, a dull ache that made it almost impossible to breathe.
She saw the slight upward curve of Dominic’s lips—a gentle smile he had never once given her.
Unable to watch any longer, she grabbed her bag and walked out.
The moment she stepped outside, memories of her previous life flooded back.
In her past life, she and Dominic had an arranged business marriage. She bore him a son and a daughter, lived to 62, but was never truly happy.
All because Dominic’s heart had always belonged to his childhood sweetheart, Cassandra Sterling.
After their breakup years ago, Cassandra went abroad. Dominic drowned his sorrows for a few days, but being too proud to beg her to stay, he soon agreed to his family’s arranged marriage.
Dominic had been her teenage dream, as noble as a god. Every socialite in the city dreamed of marrying the head of the Thorne family.
So, when she learned of their impending marriage, she was overjoyed.
But after the wedding, despite pouring her entire heart into loving him, all she received was Dominic’s perpetual distance and coldness.
It wasn’t until Cassandra returned home.
He never mentioned divorce to Elara, yet his gaze never left Cassandra.
Even worse, both children grew fond of Cassandra and gradually distanced themselves from her.
In her later years, Elara was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Dominic, under the guise of “quiet recuperation,” abandoned her alone in the old mansion.
On her birthday, she shakily dialed her husband and children, only to learn they were with Cassandra on vacation in the Maldives.
She tried to make herself a special birthday meal, but her confused memory made her forget to turn off the stove…
As the flames consumed her, the last thing Elara remembered was Dominic’s icy gaze when he placed the wedding ring on her finger.
She closed her eyes in agony, her sole wish being that if there was a next life, she would never again sacrifice her entire existence for him.
It was late when Elara returned to the mansion.
Instead of resting, she immediately began to clear out her belongings.
Dominic’s suits and shirts, the children’s toys, family photos… one by one, everything was tossed into cardboard boxes.
“What are you doing?” Dominic’s voice suddenly echoed behind her.
Elara turned to see him standing at the doorway, holding the children’s hands, his brow deeply furrowed.
“Mommy, why are you throwing away our stuff!” Mia ran over, her little face red with anger at seeing her teddy bear in a box.
Leo also glared at her furiously. “We just went to play with Auntie Cassie for a bit. Do you have to be so upset?”
Dominic looked at her, his gaze as cold as ever. “The children like being with Cassandra. Do you really have such a tantrum over something so trivial?”
“I’m not upset,” Elara said calmly.
“Liar!” Mia shrieked. “You’re just jealous of Auntie Cassie! That’s why you threw away my teddy bear. You’re a bad mommy!”
“When I grow up, I’m moving in with Auntie Cassie,” Leo said, pulling his sister’s hand, his voice venomous. “I’ll never come back to see you!”
Dominic didn’t stop the children’s shouting. He merely frowned slightly, his deep eyes briefly sweeping over Elara. His gaze was like that of someone looking at an unreasonable stranger.
“Enough.” His thin lips parted, his deep voice carrying an inherent air of nobility. His long fingers absently adjusted his cuff links. “I have a video conference for the board. Throw whatever you want, just don’t make a scene.”
The moment the door closed, Elara’s tears finally fell.
Her heart felt torn to shreds, every breath tasting of blood.
She wiped away her tears, looked at the mess around her, and suddenly laughed.
Don’t worry, she wouldn’t bother him.
Not for the rest of her life.
From the moment the divorce agreement was signed, Elara stopped managing the household.
She no longer woke up at five in the morning to prepare nutritious breakfasts for the children. She no longer waited up for Dominic to return from his late-night engagements to make him a hangover remedy.
All the chores she once considered her duty were now left to the housekeepers.
At first, no one noticed anything amiss.
Until Leo was late for school and reprimanded by his teacher, Mia couldn’t find her homework, and Dominic’s pocket watch stopped ticking.
The housekeepers fumbled around, yet could never meet the standards of the lady of the house.
Unwashed dishes piled up in the kitchen, children’s toys lay scattered in the living room, and the ironed shirts were never quite smooth enough.
The once meticulously organized home gradually descended into chaos.
When Dominic pushed open the bedroom door, Elara was leaning by the window, reading.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled patterns on her.
“How long are you going to keep this up?” He stood at the doorway, his voice low.
Elara closed her book, looking up at him. “I’m not ‘keeping anything up.’”
“Then why aren’t you managing the household anymore?” He took a few steps closer, the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne filling the air. “Are you still upset about what happened last time?”
“I’m not upset.” She placed the book aside. “I just don’t want to anymore.”
Dominic narrowed his eyes, his long fingers lightly tapping the tabletop. “Reason.”
“I’m tired,” she said calmly. “We have housekeepers. I don’t need to do it.”
She remembered her previous life, waking before dawn every day.
Dominic’s coffee had to be exactly 185°F, his sandwiches toasted golden and crispy. The children’s clothes had to be hand-washed, even their socks ironed flat.
But what had it all been for? For Dominic’s tenderness towards Cassandra, for the children’s closeness to “Auntie Cassie,” for her lonely death on her sixty-second birthday.
“Elara.” His voice turned cold. “If you’re having a tantrum, just say so. Don’t act like a three-year-old.”
She tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’m not having a tantrum. I just want to rest.”
Before the words fully left her mouth, the door was suddenly flung open.
Leo and Mia burst in, their small faces etched with fury.
“Mommy’s too lazy!” Mia shrieked. “We want Auntie Cassie to take care of us!”
Leo echoed, “Auntie Cassie is gentler than you, more diligent than you, a million times better than you!”
Dominic’s gaze remained fixed on Elara’s face, as if waiting for her to concede.
But she simply took a deep breath and said softly, “If you think she’s so great, then invite her to stay. I have no objections.”
The air instantly froze.
Dominic’s face darkened completely.
“Are you sure?”
Elara took another deep breath. “Absolutely.”
“Dad, let’s go!” Mia eagerly tugged on Dominic’s sleeve. “I want Auntie Cassie to come over right now!”
“With Auntie Cassie, we don’t need you anymore!” Leo made a face at Elara. “Go away! Leave this house!”
Dominic gave Elara one last look. Seeing her still unmoved, he turned and strode out with the children.
Elara stood rooted to the spot, listening to the sound of the car engine fading into the distance, and gently closed her eyes.
Soon, she would grant their wish.
To leave them completely, to leave this home.
The day Cassandra moved in, she immediately directed the housekeepers to redecorate the living room.
“This sofa set is too somber,” she said, her slender fingers lightly brushing the leather. She turned to Dominic with a soft smile. “Dominic, how about we get a cream-colored one?”
Dominic didn’t bat an eye, simply instructing Mrs. Gable, “Do as Ms. Sterling says.”
Elara stood at the top of the stairs, watching the workers carry out the sofa she had carefully chosen just six months prior.
Leo and Mia trailed behind Cassandra like two excited puppies, pointing and exclaiming, “Auntie Cassie, this cushion needs to go too! Mommy’s was so ugly!”
Cassandra gently stroked their heads. “Alright, we’ll change everything.”
Elara’s fingers tightened slightly, but then quickly relaxed.
Those cushions were ones she had painstakingly sewn stitch by stitch during her pregnancy, stuffed with hypoallergenic down because the children had sensitive skin when they were little.
Now, they were unceremoniously tossed into the trash.
Over the next few days, the house grew increasingly unfamiliar.
At the dining table, Cassandra sat in Elara’s usual spot, gently serving the children.
Dominic would occasionally pour her a cup of coffee himself, his long fingers gently pushing it toward her, his eyes holding a softness Elara had never received.
In the evenings, the living room lights would dim, and the four of them would crowd onto the sofa to watch movies.
Mia would be curled in Cassandra’s lap, Leo leaning against Dominic’s shoulder, their laughter echoing through the room.
When Elara walked past, they wouldn’t even glance at her, as if she were invisible.
Even more absurd, Dominic, Leo, and Mia had once been meticulously particular about their quality of life.
But now?
She watched Cassandra casually toss his multi-million dollar Patek Philippe watch face down on the coffee table, and he just indulgently let her; she watched the children happily wear their school uniforms, thrown into the washing machine by Cassandra, with yesterday’s sauce still clinging to the collars; she watched Cassandra pour takeout onto plates and claim she cooked it, and no one ever called her out.
Even more ridiculously, they doted on Cassandra as if she were a princess.
“Cassandra, don’t bother with these chores.” Dominic stopped Cassandra as she reached for the tea set, his long fingers gently pressing on her wrist. “Your hands are meant for playing the piano.”
“Auntie Cassie, I’ll get your bag!” Leo eagerly took Cassandra’s limited-edition handbag, an obsequious look on his face Elara had never seen directed at herself.
“Ms. Sterling simply needs to rest,” Mrs. Gable respectfully offered a pair of Italian handmade slippers. “Leave everything else to us.”
How ironic.
She had been a housekeeper in this home for six years, and they hadn’t noticed.
But Cassandra, upon arrival, became the center of their world, a princess adored by all.
The housekeepers, too, whispered amongst themselves.
“Mr. Thorne is so good to Ms. Sterling. I’ve never seen him treat the Mrs. like this.”
“The children are so attached to her. I think, this house will have a new mistress sooner or later!”
Elara was already heartbroken and indifferent, managing nothing, simply packing her own belongings in silence.
Until that afternoon, her phone suddenly vibrated wildly.
“Mrs. Hayes! The young master and young lady had an allergic reaction at school! The ambulance just took them to the hospital!”
When Elara arrived at the hospital, both children had already been rushed into the emergency room.
Dominic stood in the hallway, his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, his tie loose around his neck, his eyes burning with cold fury.
“Elara.” His voice was low, filled with suppressed anger. “What exactly have you been doing?”
Elara froze. “What?”
“They’re allergic to mango, didn’t you know?” Dominic stepped closer, his tall figure looming over her. “Why did you let them drink mango juice?”
“It wasn’t me!” Elara met his gaze. “I never buy mangoes for the house.”
Ever since the children were first hospitalized for mango allergy, she had been extremely careful, repeatedly cautioning everyone not to give them mangoes, even personally reviewing the school cafeteria menu. How could she possibly make such a basic mistake?
“Not you?” Dominic sneered. “Then who? The housekeepers? Or did they try to kill themselves?”
Elara opened her mouth, about to speak, when a nurse pushed open the door. “The children are awake.”
Inside the ward, Leo and Mia lay pale on their hospital beds. Seeing them enter, their eyes flickered.
“What happened?” Dominic asked in a low voice.
The two children exchanged a glance, then suddenly pointed at Elara. “It was Mommy! She bought snacks with mango in them!”
Elara froze, looking at them in disbelief. “What are you saying?”
“It was Mommy!” Mia cried, her voice choked with tears. “She knew we were allergic, but she still deliberately fed it to us!”
Leo nodded emphatically. “She’s so mean!”
Elara’s fingers gripped the doorframe tightly, her knuckles white. “Leo, Mia, do you know what you’re saying? You’d better tell the truth right now!”
“Enough!” Dominic abruptly stood up, grabbing her wrist, his grip so strong it felt like he was about to crush her bones. “Elara, is this how you mother? Not only harming them, but forcing them to lie?”
“I didn’t…” Elara’s voice trembled slightly.
“Are you trying to say they’re framing you?” He scoffed. “How old are they? If they can’t even take responsibility for that, do you deserve to be a mother?”
The two children suddenly burst into tears. Dominic immediately released her and turned to comfort them.
But they cried even harder, their small faces turning red.
“Daddy…” Mia whimpered. “We feel so bad…”
“What can I do to make you feel better?” Dominic asked softly, gently wiping away her tears.
Leo, his eyes red, looked at Elara. “She’s allergic to mangoes too. Make her drink mango juice! Make her suffer too!”
A chill spread through Elara’s heart.
She looked at Dominic, the coldness in his eyes making her shiver.
“Alright.”
He straightened up, snapped his fingers, and two bodyguards immediately entered the room.
“Hold her down.”
Before Elara could react, she was pinned to a chair.
A bodyguard pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open.
A liter of mango juice was poured down her throat. The sweet, cloying liquid choked her, and she coughed violently, her throat burning.
Red rashes appeared on her skin at a visible pace, her face began to swell, and breathing became increasingly difficult.
She clawed desperately at her neck, her vision blurring, as she looked towards Dominic.
He stood there, watching with cold indifference, showing no intention of stopping them.
The children had stopped crying, excitedly clapping their hands. “Serves her right! She deserves to suffer too!”
Before darkness fully enveloped her, the last thing Elara saw was Dominic’s icy gaze.
…
Elara woke up in a hospital bed, an unknown amount of time later.
Her throat burned, and her face was still covered in allergic rashes.
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“Dad, I’ve agreed to move to France for the arranged marriage. We need to move fast, or I’ll change my mind.”
Mr. Sterling’s reply was immediate: “My sweet girl, it will be handled within a month, tops!”
Lily Sterling silently wiped away her tears and put her phone away.
Just an hour ago, Damon Cunningham’s kisses had coaxed soft moans from her.
The Bentley’s partition was up, isolating the back seat, so the driver heard nothing.
Damon deepened the kiss, taking what he wanted.
Lily loved him fiercely, irrevocably. She was utterly consumed by him.
They had been together for three years, trying every possible scenario, and the car was a frequent setting.
Damon’s phone buzzed.
He scowled at the interruption, but his expression softened slightly when he saw the caller ID. He answered.
Lily glimpsed the name on the screen—a foreign one. Georgian. A rare language; few people outside of Georgia understood it.
“Calling at a time like this!” Damon snapped, his tone cold.
“What, are you busy with something important?” the voice on the other end chuckled.
Damon’s fingers tightened on Lily’s slender waist, a silent command in his touch. He spoke with a cool, lazy drawl: “You know I am, so get to the point.”
“Tell me,” the voice mused, a hint of gossip in his tone, “how much does she resemble Seraphina?”
Damon traced Lily’s delicate face with a dismissive touch. “About seventy percent.”
“Damn it, you absolute bastard!” the man swore with a laugh. “What’s so great about this chick?”
Damon kissed Lily’s neck. “Pure. Like a docile little puppy. Her eyes are clear, almost foolishly innocent. Clean.”
The man’s breathing grew heavy. Damon frowned, annoyed. “Enough of that, you sick bastard. Get to the point or I’m hanging up!”
“Seraphina’s flying back tomorrow,” the man quickly blurted, “to launch her career here!”
Damon froze, his breath catching. “Really?!”
“Seraphina wanted to keep it a secret, but I thought I’d give you a heads-up, didn’t I? Your first love, the one that got away, is back. You won’t have trouble ditching the stand-in, will you?”
“There’s nothing money can’t solve,” Damon replied, his voice flat and detached.
He tossed the phone aside and continued his actions.
Lily’s head was half-bowed, hidden by the seat, but she saw the phone lying on the floor mat, still connected.
Damon didn’t know she understood Georgian.
Her family had business dealings in Georgia; she had studied the language for over five years. She understood perfectly.
Tears welled up, a burning flood that soaked into her hair as she slumped.
Three years of genuine devotion. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a dog.
The sun shone brightly.
It felt as though summer had arrived early.
The three-story European-style villa was bathed in the morning light.
Damon descended the stairs, leisurely fastening the diamond buttons of his custom-tailored shirt.
He was Damon Cunningham, the younger heir of the Cunningham Group, a global top 100 conglomerate. He managed several of the family’s entertainment and media companies.
His figure was tall and lean, exuding a cool, detached elegance, carrying the aloofness typical of a successful man.
Three years ago, she was a freshman in college. The moment she first saw him, she was completely captivated.
He had noticed her in the crowd too, his eyes lighting up. He pursued her relentlessly, and though she held him at arm’s length for three months, she eventually gave in.
From then on, her heart and soul belonged to him. She had lost herself.
But…
Lily turned her head, her expression blank.
Damon didn’t notice her unusual silence. He cupped her face and kissed her hard. “I’m off to a meeting at the office. You be a good girl and wait for me here. I’ll bring you some dessert.”
With that, he turned and left.
His tall frame, now retreating, held a curious hint of haste.
Lily offered a bitter smile and began to organize her belongings.
She started by systematically discarding every item that declared their love: matching mugs, toothbrushes, keychains, scarves, T-shirts, stuffed animals – all tossed into the trash.
They seemed scattered and insignificant when she wasn’t paying attention, but gathering them filled a surprising number of boxes, leaving her sweaty from the effort.
Returning after throwing out a box, she saw the living room TV broadcasting news about international star Seraphina Thorne’s return to the country.
The airport lobby was swamped with fans, their screams and shouts echoing.
Her hair was styled in glamorous waves, her figure tall and statuesque, her features perfectly sculpted. She possessed an undeniable, camera-ready beauty from every angle, smiling and waving for the cameras, eliciting another wave of cheers from her fans.
As the camera panned, Lily caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in a corner of the airport lobby.
*Ding, ding, ding.*
A SnapChat notification pinged on the laptop.
Damon never bothered to log out, his SnapChat still open on the screen. Lily walked over and clicked on it.
*Sera darling: Damon, where are you? I don’t see you anywhere.*
*Damon: I’m back in the car. Too many fans, I don’t want to be seen.*
*Sera darling: Then I’ll meet you at the hotel.*
Damon sent an OK emoji.
*Sera darling: It’s been five years, I’m so excited to see you.*
Lily gave a mocking laugh and went back to throwing things away.
Damon didn’t return late.
He’d been drinking; a hint of lingering amusement softened his usual cool, detached expression.
He held a large bouquet of red roses, his voice a deep, resonant rumble: “I’m home.”
Lily was curled up on the sofa, uploading photos to an online marketplace for designer pre-owned items. She was selling off her valuables, planning to donate the proceeds.
Hearing his voice, she closed her laptop and looked up.
Damon walked over, tucked the flowers into her arms, then wrapped her and the bouquet in a tight embrace, kissing her lips. “What’s wrong? Miss me?”
Lily kept her lips pressed together, silent, as she lowered her head to smell the roses.
Damon, as if performing a magic trick, pulled a long, narrow box from the wrapping paper of the roses and opened it.
His eyes, the kind that could make anyone feel like the center of the universe, were now fixed on her, intensely alluring.
Lily saw it was a diamond necklace she’d admired, worth over three hundred thousand dollars.
A few days ago, when they were shopping, she had only glanced at it. She hadn’t expected him to buy it today.
Seeing her staring at the necklace in a daze, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “So happy you’re speechless? Let me put it on you!”
Lily’s long, slender white fingers caressed the necklace. She said, flatly, “Roses, diamonds… I almost thought you were going to propose.”
Damon’s hands stilled. He shot Lily a sharp glance.
His voice cooled. “When I propose, there’ll be something even better.”
The smile had vanished from Damon’s face, replaced by a cold glint in his deep eyes.
Lily looked away, reaching to unclasp the necklace.
Damon seized her hand, then crushed her lips with his, pushing her onto the sofa.
Her body instantly tensed. She turned her head, avoiding his mouth, and pushed at his hands. “I… I’m not comfortable.”
Damon’s voice was imperious and cold: “Don’t play coy with me, Lily. I know your period just ended.”
With that, he grabbed her hands again.
Panic flared in Lily’s chest.
Just then, Damon’s phone rang.
Lily quickly pushed him. “Your phone! Answer it!”
Damon let out an annoyed sigh, pulling his phone from his pants pocket.
Lily, beneath him, could see the screen clearly.
Caller ID: Sera darling.
Damon quickly flipped the phone face-down on the sofa. He swept a detached glance over Lily, saw her expression was normal, and stood up. “I’ll take this call.”
Then, he adjusted his pants, picked up his phone, and went upstairs.
A short while later, he came back down, dressed in a different custom-tailored suit. “A buddy of mine ran into some trouble, I’m going to help him out. You go to sleep first.”
He didn’t notice, not once, how many small items were missing from the villa, making it feel strangely empty.
Damon hadn’t returned in three days.
He’d called, saying he was busy with work.
Lily’s mood was surprisingly calm.
Still, she couldn’t help but check Seraphina Thorne’s social media.
Updates every day.
The first day’s photo showed two hands clinking two glasses of red wine, with the caption: *Some friendships are like fine wine, growing richer with age.*
One of the hands was a man’s.
Lily recognized that long, elegant hand, and the ring on its ring finger – a custom-made couple’s ring, identical to the one on her own hand.
She slipped her ring off, a bitter smile on her face. “I’m so used to wearing it, I forgot to sell it.”
The second day’s photo was of a sunset by the sea. Caption: *I wish I could grow old here, slowly.*
Lily recognized the two coconut trees leaning against each other in the photo.
She and Damon had planted them together on the beach near his seaside villa, and she had hung a handcrafted charm on one of them.
The third day was a photo at an airport, where Damon’s tall, imposing figure could be seen among the bustling crowd.
Seraphina’s fans went wild, asking if she was in love.
She replied to all: *No, just feeling reflective, being back in a familiar place.*
Lily suppressed the bitterness in her heart.
She methodically mailed off the sold items to their buyers and donated the money to a prominent celebrity charity foundation.
Some extremely valuable pieces of jewelry were too high-end for the online marketplaces, so she took them to an auction house.
She also went to her university, completing the withdrawal procedures for her graduate program. Then she visited the immigration office, had her photo taken, and gave her fingerprints.
She deactivated her rarely used social media and online shopping accounts, keeping only two frequently used ones, which she planned to deactivate before getting on the plane.
Today was her birthday.
After midnight, messages and calls of congratulations poured in without a break.
Her parents, brother, sister, classmates, friends, mentors, professors…
But not a single word from Damon.
Lily glanced up at the picture frame on the wall.
She was nestled in Damon’s arms, smiling sweetly, happily, utterly content, as if she possessed the entire world.
Damon’s handsome face, however, was cold and deep-set, utterly expressionless.
She let out a self-deprecating laugh, pulled over a chair, and reached up to take down the frame.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Damon walked in.
His handsome face was dark and stormy, exuding an aura that warned people to keep their distance.
He saw Lily perched on the chair, rushed over, and frowned. “What are you doing up so high?”
Lily offered a faint smile. “Why are you back?”
Damon lifted her from the chair, kissed her lips. “Silly girl, forgot what day it is?”
A sudden pang of sorrow tightened Lily’s chest, and her eyes uncontrollably reddened.
Damon cupped her face, kissing her eyes. “No more sadness, I remembered, see?”
Lily lowered her long lashes, pushing him away in protest.
He held her tightly, chuckling softly. “Think you’re not getting a gift? Come on, let’s go see your gift.”
He pulled her hand, leading her towards the door.
He pushed the door open, revealing a bright red Ferrari parked in the driveway.
The car, costing over a million dollars, was perfect for a young woman like her.
He placed the keys in her hand, his voice affectionate. “Your birthday gift. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” Lily said, smiling.
She wanted to ask: *Is this my severance package?*
Damon bent down to kiss her ear…
His touch, through her thin clothes, brushed against her body.
His breathing grew heavier. He bent, picked her up, and carried her inside.
Lily frowned, wondering how to refuse, when his phone rang again.
A wave of self-mockery washed over Lily. She didn’t even need to think of an excuse to refuse; the phone always rang at the most opportune moment.
He set her down, ruffled her hair, and said, “Go change into a dress. I’ll take you somewhere in a bit.”
Lily felt like she’d been granted a reprieve. She turned and went upstairs.
Behind her, she heard him answer the phone: “Hello, Sera…”
Lily went back to her room and changed into a sapphire blue silk gown.
The skirt fell past her knees, revealing only a hint of cleavage, but the largely exposed back was covered by her long, dark hair.
She applied light makeup, put on a pair of pearl stud earrings, and went downstairs.
Damon was still on the phone. He watched her descend the stairs, his eyes locking on her.
Sapphire blue was a challenging color, but Lily’s skin was exquisitely fair, making her appear noble and elegant.
A form-fitting silk dress easily exposed figure flaws, but Lily’s figure was perfect, without a single imperfection.
Her features were delicate, her demeanor refined, captivating attention even without elaborate jewelry.
Damon hung up the phone and slipped it into his pocket. He reached for her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips, his touch possessive.
“Why aren’t you wearing the diamond necklace?”
“It’s too precious,” Lily said, her smile faint.
“I bought it for you to wear,” Damon sighed. “Tomorrow, I’ll buy you an even better one.”
Lily held up the car keys. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to drive my new car.”
Damon affectionately ruffled the back of her head. “Alright, let’s go.”
Once in the car, Damon sat in the passenger seat, setting the navigation.
Lily noticed the destination was an exclusive club in the suburbs, open only to members, with an annual fee of half a million dollars.
They had been there last year for Damon’s birthday. Just the two of them, for two days, they hadn’t even left the room.
He had been so exhausted he’d gotten a nosebleed, and she’d ended up in the hospital.
Lily frowned, realizing he intended to celebrate her birthday the same way.
But she no longer had the passion or the desire. The thought made her feel sick.
All the way there, she could only think about how to escape. The drive felt incredibly short.
The electric gate opened, and the red Ferrari slowly drove in, stopping in front of an antique-style two-story building.
Damon got out first.
He walked around to the driver’s side, holding Lily’s high heels, and placed them on the ground.
Lily took his arm to get out of the car, then slipped on her heels.
As she stood upright, she heard two loud *bangs!*
Lily jumped.
A shower of red rose petals drifted down, creating a dreamlike scene.
Damon pulled her close, shielding her with his arm.
The handsome couple, locked in an embrace, was bathed in a rain of roses.
“Oh! Hahahaha…”
Many people rushed out from all directions, laughing and cheering joyfully.
“Happy birthday, Lily!”
“Happy birthday!”
“You’re so beautiful, no wonder Mr. Cunningham kept you hidden so well!”
“What a perfect couple!”
Lily felt bewildered.
For three years, Damon had never introduced her to his parents, relatives, or friends.
He claimed that, dealing with celebrities and being part of the entertainment industry, he couldn’t make their relationship public.
She had wanted to introduce him to her family, but he always said the time wasn’t right.
What was happening now? Was the time finally right?
Lily was in a daze, as Damon led her, arm in arm, into the grand ballroom.
Music swelled, lights sparkled, rose petals floated down from the ceiling, and waiters in suits and bow ties wheeled out a birthday cake taller than a man.
“Cut the cake!”
In the joyous commotion, a cake knife was placed in Lily’s hand.
Damon wrapped his arm around Lily, his hand over hers, whispering in her ear, “We’ll cut it together.”
He found a spot, and the cake knife sliced down…
“Am I late?” A tall figure appeared at the doorway.
Damon’s hand froze, his eyes changing instantly.
Lily looked up and saw Seraphina Thorne, backlit, radiant and dazzling, approaching.
Many smiles in the room faltered – those who were in the know.
Some who weren’t, paused for a moment, then erupted in excitement.
“Seraphina Thorne!”
“It’s Seraphina Thorne! The international star!”
Many people swarmed Seraphina, taking photos, asking for autographs, and posing for selfies.
Reporters and media personnel, in particular, began to pull out their equipment for interviews.
Suddenly, Seraphina became the center of attention.
A reporter asked, “Seraphina, why are you here? Do you know Mr. Cunningham?”
Seraphina smiled gracefully and confidently. “Mr. Cunningham and I have been friends for years. I heard he was celebrating his girlfriend’s birthday, so I came to offer my blessings.”
Another reporter asked, “From your Ins posts, it seems you’ve been with a mysterious man since returning to the country. Are you in a relationship?”
Seraphina looked at Damon in front of her and said, “No, that was just a very, very good old friend.”
A reporter teased, “Old friends can also fall in love and get married. Would you consider that mysterious man?”
Seraphina looked directly at Damon and said, slowly and deliberately, “No. I. Wouldn’t.”
Damon’s arm around Lily’s waist tightened, his gaze icy, his face darkening.
The sudden chill in the air stiffened everyone’s smiles, and the lively atmosphere instantly cooled.
“Today is my girlfriend’s birthday party,” Damon stated coldly, “not a press conference for the great Seraphina Thorne.”
The event organizer quickly tried to smooth things over. “Right, right! Let’s cut the cake! Music!”
These were all industry veterans; the atmosphere immediately livened up again.
Lily took the first slice of cake and offered it to Seraphina, smiling. “Welcome, great Seraphina, have some cake.”
Seraphina took the cake, staring at Lily’s face intently. “Why do I feel like we look a little alike?” she asked, surprised.
She turned to the people around them. “What do you think?”
Those in the know offered awkward smiles, trying to deflect. “Beautiful people often look similar, similar enough, haha.”
Those who weren’t aware began to murmur. “Oh, she’s right, there’s a resemblance.”
“At first glance, yes, but not so much upon closer inspection.”
“Different styles. One is like a peony, dazzling and incomparable; the other, pure and elegant, like an orchid.”
Lily smiled calmly. “What a coincidence. Even when I was little, people used to say I looked like the great star, Seraphina Thorne.”
Those who understood the underlying meaning of her words exchanged knowing glances.
Indeed, Lily was very young, only twenty-one, just graduated from college. Her beauty was natural, pure, and untouched by the world.
She came from a privileged background, receiving the finest education and upbringing since childhood. That innate elegance, grace, confidence, and poise made her shine.
Seraphina, on the other hand, wasn’t much older, only twenty-nine.
But years of cosmetic procedures and navigating the entertainment industry had left her with a certain worldliness that no amount of acting could erase.
Moreover, she came from an ordinary family, starting art school and joining the entertainment industry at a very young age, with insufficient academic training. This often gave people the impression of superficiality.
Class and presence were qualities that radiated from within, and they were starkly evident when compared side-by-side.
Someone intervened to break the tension. “Everyone, help yourselves to the buffet! Red wine, white wine, drink as much as you like.”
The crowd dispersed, glasses in hand, mingling and chatting in small groups.
Damon’s arm was around Lily’s waist. He whispered, “What would you like to eat? Or drink?”
In such settings, no one was truly there to eat or drink.
Lily didn’t know anyone and felt incredibly awkward. “Let’s sit by the French windows.”
Damon brought her favorite red wine and dessert and stayed by her side, but his eyes kept drifting to Seraphina Thorne, who was skillfully working the room.
Seraphina, with her radiant smile, was in her element. She chatted with reporters and independent media first, then clinked glasses with several producers and screenwriters.
After that, she engaged in conversation with two powerful directors from the film industry.
She wanted to build her career here, and cultivating relationships with these top directors was crucial.
Under the influence of alcohol, men and women, all chasing fame and fortune, inevitably found themselves being plied with drinks, groped, and having their boundaries tested.
Damon’s face grew darker, his aura colder.
Initially, he made an effort to exchange a few words with Lily, but soon he couldn’t even manage that.
Lily saw one director’s hand move to Seraphina’s lower back, while another handed her a large glass of brandy.
Damon could no longer sit still. He abruptly stood up, strode over, snatched the glass of alcohol away, and said with a cold face, “Have you forgotten what the doctor said? And you’re still drinking!”
His voice was so stern that the surroundings instantly fell silent. Everyone turned to look.
Seraphina, slightly tipsy, smiled, making her even more enchanting.
“Damon, you’re still so careful. Don’t worry, I know my limits.”
The director, already quite drunk, chuckled. “Mr. Cunningham is deeply devoted to you, Seraphina! Back then, when you had a kiss scene, he even caused a scene on set!”
A tipsy friend also laughed. “Exactly! Damon is a true romantic. Once he loves, it’s etched in stone, forever and always!”
Seraphina quickly interjected, “Don’t talk nonsense, everyone. My stomach is very sensitive; he’s just worried I’ll get another stomach bleed.”
Damon instinctively glanced at Lily, then at the gossiping eyes around them. He grabbed Seraphina’s hand and pulled her towards the exit. “Let’s talk outside!”
Lily’s heart felt a complex mix of bitterness and sorrow.
Damon was five years older than her, always composed, dignified, and capable of handling anything with calm detachment. She never imagined he would lose his composure like this, especially in public!
She felt everyone’s eyes on her, filled with a strange mixture of curiosity and pity. She felt utterly uncomfortable.
She stood up and went to the terrace.
The wind was cool.
There were no lights out here.
The light from the main hall cast long, shifting shadows.
She found a chair in a corner and sat down. Looking up, she saw Damon and Seraphina arguing fiercely by a flowerbed.
Finally, Damon, furious, turned to leave.
Seraphina reached out to grab him.
He angrily shook her hand off. Seraphina, unsteady in her high heels, twisted her ankle and stumbled into the flowerbed.
Hearing the commotion, Damon rushed over and pulled her out.
She seemed quite injured, and her ankle was sprained.
Damon picked Seraphina up and ran towards the red Ferrari. He placed her in the passenger seat, then drove off.
By the flowerbed, a single silver high heel lay forgotten.
With the main characters gone, people in the ballroom gradually started to leave.
Lily returned to the ballroom. Leftovers and cold dishes, the party was over.
The waiters, tidying up, looked at her with pity and a hint of gossip.
Lily’s white high heels crunched over a carpet of red rose petals as she slowly walked out of the ballroom.
The Ferrari was gone, driven away by Damon.
“Ma’am,” a man’s voice called from behind her.
Lily’s heart jumped. The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
She turned to see a man with blond hair, appearing to be in his thirties, a mix of European and Asian descent, with deep-set eyes and a high nose—a rather handsome face.
But his eyes held a lewd, unsettling glint.
He extended his hand. “I’m Yuri, a Georgian-American.”
Lily didn’t shake his hand. She turned away.
Yuri awkwardly retracted his hand. “I’m a friend of Damon’s. It’s hard to get a cab here. I can give you a ride back.”
Lily politely declined. “No need. The club has cars.”
With an annual membership fee of half a million, the club offered chauffeured services. Lily walked towards a parked car in the distance.
Yuri watched her perfectly curved silhouette, tilted his head, licked his lips, and flashed a predatory, confident smile.
*The woman who could hold Damon’s attention for three years was indeed exceptional.*
Lily felt his gaze like daggers in her back. As she settled into the club’s private car, she saw Yuri still standing there, watching her, his face filled with ill intent.
Remembering his phone call with Damon earlier, a wave of disgust washed over her.
She gave the driver her address and urged, “Let’s go.”
Bored in the car, she picked up her phone. Online, the trending topics were exploding. The top four were all about Damon, Seraphina, and her.
*DAMON CUNNINGHAM SPOTTED AT CITY HOSPITAL WITH SERAPHINA THORNE, LOOKING DISTRAUGHT, RAISING CONCERNS OF SERAPHINA’S SEVERE INJURIES/DISFIGUREMENT!*
*DAMON CUNNINGHAM THROWS BIRTHDAY BASH FOR NEW GIRLFRIEND, EX-GIRLFRIEND SERAPHINA THORNE ATTENDS TO OFFER BLESSINGS, PRIVATE MEETING IN GARDEN, EARLY DEPARTURE!*
*DAMON CUNNINGHAM’S NEW GIRLFRIEND 70% RESEMBLES SERAPHINA THORNE, A REAL-LIFE ‘STAND-IN’ DRAMA UNFOLDS!*
*SIX YEARS APART, ARE SERAPHINA THORNE AND THE CUNNINGHAM HEIR STILL TOGETHER OR HAVE THEY REKINDLED AN OLD FLAME?!*
The posts came with photos, videos, and “truth.”
One particularly clear photo showed Lily offering cake to Seraphina, the two standing side-by-side.
Seraphina’s fans flooded the comments. Some wished the couple well, hoping they’d finally be together. Others directly called out Damon’s new girlfriend, telling her to know her place and stop being a third wheel.
Many fans suspected Seraphina’s injury was Lily’s jealous retaliation, hurling vile insults at her.
Only a handful of sympathetic comments trickled in for Damon’s new girlfriend.
Lily’s body trembled with rage.
*How dare they publish her photos without her permission?*
At such a high-end club, guest privacy was paramount. Information wouldn’t be released without explicit consent!
This meant that Damon, as the host, had at least agreed to it.
Lily immediately sent legal notices to the relevant websites, pursuing action for infringing on her likeness rights.
Within two minutes, some of her photos and videos were deleted.
But it was too late; thousands had already downloaded them, continuing to spread them in comment sections and private accounts.
Lily wasn’t angry for long. By the time she returned to the villa, she had calmed down.
Stepping into the living room, she saw their shared photos everywhere, finding them deeply ironic.
She kicked off her high heels, tossed her bag aside, and began taking down all the picture frames.
She removed the photos and burned them, then threw away the frames.
She hadn’t realized how many photos there were.
In the living room, the hallways, bedrooms, study, gym, on the walls, cabinets, and tables of the walk-in closet…
The phone rang.
Lily picked it up and saw it was her father.
As soon as she answered, Mr. Sterling’s angry voice boomed: “Lily, what’s going on online? Why are you embroiled in a scandal at a time like this?”
Lily sank onto the carpet, exhausted. “Dad…”
Her nose stung, and her throat choked up.
Mr. Sterling’s voice instantly softened. “My sweet girl, don’t cry, don’t cry! Dad’s here! We won’t be pushed around! Leave the websites to me, I’ll tear them apart!”
Her family’s love instantly crumbled Lily’s composure. She covered her mouth, the evening’s accumulated grievances spilling out in choked sobs.
“It’s no use crying now, honey,” Mr. Sterling sighed. “But Dad will teach that bastard Damon and that woman a lesson!”
Lily wiped away her tears. “No, it’s fine. I was too foolish and naive, I brought this upon myself. I’ve already decided to emigrate and leave, so let’s just let it go.”
“You, you never learn!” Mr. Sterling exclaimed, frustrated.
He wanted to scold her, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could only sigh with heartache.
Lily asked about the progress of her immigration application, then hung up. She took a shower and went to sleep.
Damon didn’t come back all night.
No calls, no messages.
She woke up to the late morning sun.
First, she grabbed her phone. All her photos and videos had vanished without a trace.
Damon returned during breakfast.
He wore yesterday’s clothes, his hair slightly disheveled, red veins in his eyes, and a shadow of stubble.
Clearly, he hadn’t slept all night.
He sat across from Lily, his voice heavy as he demanded, “The online stuff, did you send legal notices and sue?”
Lily dabbed her lips with a napkin, meeting his gaze directly. “Yes, I did. I need to protect my rights.”
Damon spoke in a businesslike tone: “The company has already signed Seraphina Thorne. She just returned to the country and needs publicity. I’ll give you fifty million dollars to withdraw your lawsuit against the websites and allow them to use your photos and videos for promotion.”
A mocking smile touched Lily’s lips. “Mr. Cunningham, I’m not an employee of your company. I have no obligation, nor any need, to cooperate with your publicity stunts.”
Damon’s eyebrows furrowed. He slammed the glass of milk he’d just picked up back onto the table, his cold eyes scrutinizing her.
“Are you jealous? Are you mad about me leaving you last night? Seraphina injured her face and foot last night, that’s why I rushed her to the hospital. Her career depends on her looks; she can’t be disfigured.”
“I’m not angry,” Lily smiled. “How you choose to promote her is irrelevant. Just don’t involve me. Understand?”
Damon’s eyes sharpened, his voice chilling. “You’ve always been so obedient, so sensible. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”
“I apologize if I’ve disappointed you, Mr. Cunningham,” Lily said flatly, “but I stand by my principles.”
Damon looked at her, baffled, as if he’d punched a pillow.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.
His handsome, weary face, shrouded in smoke, took on an air of aristocratic melancholy.
After a few drags, he calmed down. He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, walked over, and sat next to Lily.
He pulled her into his embrace. “Alright, we won’t use your photos and videos. Don’t be angry anymore. How about twenty million dollars if you withdraw the lawsuit? Offending those reporters and independent media will also harm the company’s reputation.”
As he spoke, he kissed her ear.
His hand moved to her collar.
Since it was Damon’s company that had orchestrated it, Lily decided to agree to withdraw the lawsuit. She would consider it payment for his companionship these past three years.
After all, he had always been… attentive.
Just as she was about to nod, Damon’s phone rang. He kept one arm around her, pulled out his phone, glanced at it, and answered.
He spoke in Georgian.
“Yuri, what’s up?”
Yuri’s voice was insidious and malicious. “Have you smoothed things over with Lily? Has she agreed to withdraw the lawsuit? Those reporters and independent media are hounding Seraphina for responsibility, she’s practically in tears.”
Damon said, lazily, “Why wouldn’t she agree?”
Yuri chuckled darkly. “Man, I’m really envious. I’ve truly fallen for Lily. You’ve got Seraphina now, why don’t you let me have Lily? Just to… satisfy a craving.”
Damon’s arm around Lily tightened. He snarled, “Get lost!”
She was so close, Lily heard every word clearly.
Damon’s previous words had been ambiguous, making her think it was his company’s operation.
She hadn’t realized it was Seraphina Thorne’s doing.
Damon hung up, kissed Lily’s face, and urged, “Call your lawyer and withdraw the lawsuit.”
“I’m not withdrawing it,” Lily said, her voice cold.
Damon’s face instantly darkened. He stood up, towering over her. “Don’t be dramatic, alright? My company will suffer losses. What good does that do you?”
Lily held firm. “Your team and those reporters and independent media—they all know about privacy and likeness rights, don’t they? Yet they knowingly broke the law. Why? I was bullied, and instead of holding them accountable, you come to me to make a deal. Why?”
Damon’s icy eyes stared at her. “I barely recognize you like this,” he said, disappointed. “Jealousy really distorts a person.”
With that, he pushed his dining chair back and went upstairs.
The chair scraped loudly, a testament to his anger.
Whenever Seraphina was involved, he couldn’t remain calm.
Lily lowered her eyes, continuing to slowly sip her bird’s nest porridge.
A moment later, Damon came back downstairs. He had changed clothes, and his hair was still damp, indicating he had showered.
He paused at the restaurant entrance, turning to look at Lily.
“I’ll still transfer the twenty million to you. I apologize for the trouble I’ve caused.”
He was perfectly polite.
But Lily keenly sensed his coldness and detachment.
She didn’t care.
More orders had come in on the online marketplace. She packed everything and shipped them off.
For seven days straight, Damon didn’t return, nor did he send any messages.
That morning, her phone suddenly rang.
Lily was startled awake. She fumbled for her phone and saw it was Damon.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she answered.
Damon’s voice was slurred, his words thick; he must have been heavily drunk.
“Lily, quick… come pick me up, take me… home.”
Lily heard loud music in the background.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“Lust Nightclub,” Damon slurred. “VIP Room eighty-eight.”
“Alright,” Lily said.
She quickly got up, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt.
After a moment’s thought, she found a pair of sparkling black stud earrings and put them on.
She went downstairs to the garage. The red Ferrari was parked at the very front.
The car wasn’t registered under her name yet, so she hadn’t sold it. Lily opened the driver’s side door and slid in.
But she noticed a pair of black stockings on the passenger seat, and a silver high heel on the floor mat.
She recognized the high heel; it was a match for the one Seraphina had dropped by the club’s flowerbed on her birthday.
A wave of nausea washed over her.
She got out and found her BMW Mini among Damon’s dozen luxury cars.
It was past two in the morning. She arrived at Lust Nightclub’s underground parking garage. Just as she parked, a middle-aged man emerged from behind a dark pillar and blocked her way.
“Hey, miss! Can I borrow some tissues? I’m in a hurry and forgot my own.”
Lily was highly wary of strangers approaching her. “No,” she refused.
“I lost my phone,” the man tried again. “Can you spare some money? For tissues, and for a ride home.”
“No!” Lily said, her voice cold.
With that, she turned and walked away.
As the elevator doors opened, deafening music blasted out. Flashing lights were dazzling.
Men and women swayed together, drinking, singing, flirting…
Lily disliked such noisy scenes.
She asked the front desk attendant for directions, then went through a soundproof door into a hallway.
High-end VIP rooms lined both sides of the hallway, their thick doors keeping the corridor quiet.
Lily found VIP Room 88 and pressed the doorbell.
The thick soundproof door opened, and a wave of ear-splitting dance music poured out.
It was bright outside, but dark inside.
Lily couldn’t quite make out the situation within. She stepped inside.
The door suddenly closed behind her.
Lily gasped, spinning around abruptly, coming face-to-face with Yuri’s lecherous eyes.
At the same moment, Yuri raised his hand and *hissed* twice, spraying something at her.
Lily tried to dodge, but it was too late.
A subtly sweet scent enveloped her, and she inhaled several breaths.
Yuri blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. “What do you want?” she asked warily.
“I want you!” Yuri chuckled darkly.
He then *hissed* several more times, spraying her with the substance.
Lily felt a flush of heat, her heart pounding, her legs weak, her eyes swimming from the disco lights.
As expected, Yuri was spraying her with a despicable drug!
Nightclub VIP rooms prized soundproofing and privacy; there was only one soundproof door and no windows.
With the music blaring, Lily could scream her lungs out, and no one would hear her!
Yuri, who must have taken an antidote beforehand, lunged forward in a few steps, grabbed her, and pressed a kiss on her.
“My darling, Big Brother finally has you!”
Lily was both horrified and furious. She struggled and fought. “Let go of me! This is a crime!”
Yuri grabbed her arm, flung her onto the sofa booth, and pounced on her like a starving wolf.
Lily was terrified. She lifted her leg to kick him.
But he anticipated her move, leaning forward to pin her down.
His hands pinched and squeezed, and he gritted his teeth. “Crime? It’s just the two of us here, no cameras. I’ll say you drank too much and were willing, then woke up and tried to accuse me. Who will the judge believe? It’ll just be dismissed!”
Despair washed over Lily. She struggled weakly. “Damon won’t let you get away with this!”
Yuri held her down, unbuttoning her jeans, his laughter wild and perverse.
“Silly girl, Damon sent you to me! Didn’t he call you here? He’s probably having a good time with Seraphina next door!”
Lily felt like she’d been struck by lightning. Tears of heartbreak and indignation streamed down her face.
Yuri unzipped her jeans, pulling them down.
“Tonight, I’ll show you what Big Brother can do. I’m better than Damon! Seraphina has been in the West for six years, she’s into all sorts of things. Damon will definitely come back to you! By then, after you’ve been with me, you won’t even look at him! Heh heh…”
Lily snapped back from the shock, her pants already pulled down to her hips.
She raised her hand and slapped Yuri across the face. *Snap!* The sound was sharp and loud.
Yuri’s expression changed instantly, but then he twisted it into a sick smile. “A feisty one, I like that!”
Lily raised her right hand to strike again, but he caught her wrist. She raised her left hand, and he seized that wrist too.
Yuri’s eyes flashed menacingly. “Your little struggles are just foreplay! Once the drug fully kicks in, you’ll be crying and begging for Big Brother!”
With that, he bent down to kiss her, like a mad dog.
Lily felt a burning heat in her abdomen, her entire body too weak to resist.
In the adjacent VIP room, Seraphina held a glass of red wine, admiring the footage on her phone. She smiled at her assistant beside her.
“If Lily hadn’t worn pants today, Yuri would have already succeeded. But this is even better; it will only further ignite Yuri’s animalistic urges.”
“What if Lily reports Yuri?” the assistant asked, worried.
Seraphina scoffed. “Report Yuri? What does that have to do with me? I didn’t do anything. I just suggested Damon call Lily to pick him up.”
The assistant looked at her with admiration and awe.
Seraphina smiled triumphantly. “With these videos, Lily *has* to withdraw her lawsuit. Otherwise, I’ll release them online! Let’s see who’s willing to sacrifice everything!”
With that, she excitedly clenched her fist at her phone. “Yuri, take off her pants, go! Go, go, go!”
Damon, lying on the sofa, stirred. “Water, Lily, get me a glass of water,” he slurred.
Seraphina’s body stiffened. She turned to look at Damon’s handsome face, a flicker of jealousy in her eyes.
“Coming.” She turned off her phone screen and went to get Damon some water.
Next door, in the VIP room, Lily felt that her night was about to end in disaster.
As Yuri loosened his grip on her hands to pull off her pants, she fought desperately, scratching his face and neck until they were raw.
Yuri, like a beast, growled, “Little wildcat, you’ve only made Big Brother more interested! Soon, I’ll record your wild antics for your own viewing pleasure!”
With that, he pulled Lily off the sofa booth.
Lily’s legs were weak and useless. She crumpled to her knees on the carpet.
She reached out to push Yuri, who was pressing down on her.
Lily’s eyes were moist, her cheeks flushed, her body already losing control. Sounds escaped her throat, muffled whimpers…
No!
She couldn’t just give up!
She bit down hard on her tongue. The sharp pain brought back some clarity. She abruptly raised her leg and slammed her knee into Yuri’s nose.
Yuri was half-kneeling on the carpet, head bent, pulling at her skinny jeans. He hadn’t expected Lily to still have the strength to fight back, and his nose took a direct hit.
“Ah!” he screamed, instinctively letting go of Lily’s hands, and sat on the floor, clutching his nose.
Lily quickly scrambled to her feet, bit her tongue hard again to stay conscious, and delivered a powerful kick to Yuri’s groin.
“Aow!” Yuri shrieked, curling up and rolling on the floor.
Lily saw a small spray bottle peeking out of his back pocket. She decisively grabbed it, held her breath, and sprayed him in the face repeatedly, *hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!* Then she stumbled and crawled towards the door.
Opening the VIP room door, a gust of cold air rushed over her, bringing back more of her senses.
She quickly wiped her fingerprints off the bottle with her T-shirt, threw it back into the room, slammed the door shut, and ran out.
But her legs were weak; even holding onto the wall, she couldn’t run fast.
She felt a burning heat throughout her body, with only one thought: *find a man!*
She knew that if this continued, something terrible would happen.
Either she’d strip naked and make a public spectacle of herself, or some other man would pick her up.
Call the police?
High-end nightclubs like this had powerful connections. If they got wind of it, they’d deal with her first!
Call friends for help? Too late!
What to do?
What could she possibly do?!
*Click!* A door opened.
Lily spun around, startled, and saw the door to VIP Room 88, next door, open.
Her scalp prickled. If Damon caught her, he would surely send her back to Yuri!
Lily’s heart raced with anxiety.
The best option was to find an empty VIP room, hide, douse herself in cold water, and try to ride it out!
So, she quickly pushed open the door of the nearest VIP room.
The door actually swung open.
She didn’t hesitate, quickly slipping inside and closing the door behind her.
Just as the door shut, she saw Seraphina emerge from her own room and head towards VIP Room 88.
Seraphina had barely pushed open the door when someone yanked her inside, and she let out a scream.
Lily locked the door from the inside and even hooked the chain.
The VIP room was dark and silent; it seemed empty.
She felt a wave of relief, immediately followed by the overwhelming sensation of burning heat.
She slumped against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor, pulling off her T-shirt to cool herself down.
She heard her own ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat.
Her entire body felt as if ants were crawling over her, an unbearable agony. She couldn’t help but let out suppressed moans.
Suddenly!
*Click!* The lights flickered on.
Lily’s consciousness was already hazy.
Through the fog, she saw a tall, handsome man slowly approach her.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, with striking features, deep-set eyes, a high nose, and a mixed European-Asian heritage.
Lily, like a dying traveler in the desert who spots an oasis, crawled towards him.
“Help me! Please, help me…”
She was naturally beautiful; not just her face, but her figure was exceptional. Now, her hair was soaked, her eyes watery, her voice soft and alluring…
The man’s sapphire blue eyes darkened. “Madam, should I call the police for you, or an ambulance?”
Lily wanted him to help her to the restroom for cold water. “Water, cold water…”
She clung to his leg, using it to pull herself to her knees.
The moment her body made contact with his, *bang!* Her tightly strung rationality snapped.
She had only one thought now: *I need this man!*
She was like someone starved for seven days seeing bread. She embraced him, pleading, “Help me! I’ll pay you!”
The man’s body stiffened.
He reached down, pulled her up, his voice a deep rumble. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Her ears were ringing, she couldn’t hear anything anymore. Her whole body felt like it had been boiling in water, her blood surging. Another second, and her heart would explode.
She stood on her toes, tilted her head, and kissed him, winding around his tall, lean body like a snake, her trembling hands reaching for his casual pants.
The man’s eyes instantly darkened. “This is *your* request!”
He abruptly bent down, scooped her into his arms, tossed her onto the sofa booth, and with one hand, started to pull down her pants.
This time, Lily was entirely cooperative.
The man moved like a cheetah hunting prey on the savanna, full of primal ferocity and power.
She didn’t know how much time passed until Lily gradually regained consciousness, utterly exhausted.
But this place was too dangerous; anyone could walk in at any moment.
Lily crawled around, gathering her scattered clothes and shoes, and dressed with trembling hands.
The man’s hair was damp, his athletic body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, almost shimmering.
Lily couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times. She picked up her phone, intending to transfer money to him.
But then she thought, in this situation, it would be safer not to leave any digital trace.
After a moment’s consideration, she took off her wristwatch and placed it on the man’s abs.
“This watch is worth over five million. It’s your payment.”
The man’s face instantly darkened. He picked up the watch and sat up, staring intently at her.
Lily, fearing he would demand more, quickly ran out.
Five million for one night—that was plenty!
Afraid of running into Damon and his group, she avoided the main lobby and took the fire escape.
Exiting the doors of Lust Nightclub, she found that dawn had broken.
The streets were bustling with cars and hurried pedestrians, already starting their day.
She took a deep breath, descended the steps, and walked towards the parking lot.
“Lily!” Damon’s voice called from behind her.
Lily’s body stiffened. She slowly turned around and saw Damon emerge from Lust Nightclub, his face dark and brooding.
Seraphina Thorne, clinging to his arm, walked with graceful allure. A scarf was wrapped around her neck. She looked tired but offered a polite, weary smile. “Ms. Sterling, hello, we meet again.”
Damon’s eyes were like ice.
He’d blacked out last night, completely forgetting he had called Lily.
He demanded, his voice cold, “What are you doing here?”
Lily’s fury turned to a mocking laugh. “Where else should I be? In Yuri’s bed?”
*Was he angry because his plan hadn’t worked?*
Damon’s chest swelled with rage.
So early, Lily’s hair was disheveled, her expression exhausted. It looked like she had spent the night at Lust!
He desperately wanted to know what Lily had been doing at Lust all night!
But he didn’t want to confront Lily in public. He walked over and grabbed her wrist.
“Let’s talk back home.”
His grip was strong, hurting Lily.
Lily frowned, struggling. “Let go! You’re hurting me!”
Damon’s expression was grim. “Behave!” he ordered, his voice deep.
Seraphina caught up, gently advising, “Damon, don’t get angry. Let’s talk calmly.”
Suddenly, a middle-aged man carrying a bucket of paint rushed over. “Seraphina Thorne! You harlot! Shameless!”
With that, he lifted the paint bucket and hurled its contents at Seraphina.
The three of them were standing close together; there was a lot of paint, and no one could escape it.
In a flash of panic, Damon released Lily’s wrist, pulled Seraphina into his arms, spun around, and shielded her.
At the same time, Lily instinctively raised her arm to block her face and turned away.
Bright red paint splattered Damon’s back, and covered Lily’s head and body.
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
“Ah!”
Lily, Seraphina, and bystanders all screamed simultaneously.
Damon roared, furious, to the Lust security guards: “Grab him!”
Lily recognized the paint-wielding man as the same middle-aged man she had encountered in the parking lot last night.
At the same time, the middle-aged man threw down the paint bucket, pulled out a boning knife, and lunged towards Seraphina.
“You home-wrecker! You whore!”
Damon had some self-defense training. He shielded the terrified Seraphina behind him and kicked out at the middle-aged man.
The direction of his kick was precisely towards Lily!
The middle-aged man was struck and stumbled towards Lily, the tip of the boning knife aimed directly at her!
Her legs felt like jelly, and she reeled back in fear, but tripped over the steps behind her, falling backward.
The middle-aged man also toppled forward.
If he landed on her, Lily would surely be dead or severely injured.
“Lily!” Damon shouted, his heart pounding with anxiety, but he couldn’t reach her in time.
In that split second!
A flowerpot fell from an upper floor of Lust Nightclub, striking the middle-aged man directly on the head.
The man’s body lurched.
The Lust security guards seized the opportunity, rushed forward, tackled him, and restrained him.
Lily lay on the steps, her body aching, her tailbone numb. She couldn’t get up immediately.
“Lily!” Damon ran over, picking her up. “Are you alright?”
Tears streamed down Lily’s face from the pain. “It hurts.”
“Don’t be scared,” Damon said. “We’re going to the hospital.”
The middle-aged man, restrained by security, roared at her: “Lily Sterling! You can’t leave! You haven’t paid me yet! You said you’d make sure I was fine!”
Damon’s steps faltered, his face instantly darkening.
By now, a crowd had gathered to watch. Many held up their phones, taking photos and videos.
Seraphina looked at the middle-aged man, utterly incredulous. “What are you talking about?”
The middle-aged man frantically explained, “Don’t arrest me, don’t hit me! Lily Sterling promised me a hundred thousand to teach Seraphina Thorne, that bitch who stole her boyfriend, a lesson! She said she’d guarantee I wouldn’t get into trouble, that’s why I did it!”
*Boom!* The gossiping crowd erupted.
This scandal was massive!
Two women fighting over one man, driven by jealousy, hiring someone to inflict harm!
Damon’s arm loosened, and he looked down at Lily with a cold, contemptuous gaze, filled with disappointment.
Lily slipped from his arms, standing on the ground, her heart plummeting into icy water.
He didn’t believe her!
She looked at Damon, her voice weak as she explained, “I didn’t.”
Seraphina, however, nodded earnestly. “Ms. Sterling, I believe you’re not that kind of person!”
She turned to the middle-aged man. “This is impossible, I don’t believe it. Do you have any evidence?”
“We made the deal right here in the parking lot,” the middle-aged man insisted. “There must be security footage of it!”
Lily understood everything then.
It was a setup.
Police cars arrived at that moment. A kind citizen had called them. The entire group was invited into the police cars.
Lily sat in the police car, looking up. She saw a man standing at the window of the sixth-floor stairwell of Lust.
It was the mixed-race man.
Had he thrown the flowerpot and saved her?
At the police station, Lily and the middle-aged man each presented their conflicting accounts.
As for what happened inside Lust Nightclub, it was deemed irrelevant to the case, so no details were inquired about.
Detectives went to retrieve the parking lot’s surveillance video.
Damon remained seated beside Seraphina, his cold gaze fixed on Lily, clearly showing where his loyalties lay.
Feeling suffocated, Lily stood up and went to the restroom.
Her elbows and palms were scraped from falling on the steps. As she washed them, she trembled with pain.
Her hair, neck, and white T-shirt were all covered in red paint.
Water wouldn’t wash it off, leaving her in a disheveled state.
Seraphina walked in, opened each stall door to confirm no one else was there, and then began to wash her hands.
She had been well-protected by Damon; only a few drops of paint had splattered on her shoes. She looked at Lily’s reflection in the mirror, a triumphant smile on her face.
“Look at you, what a mess! You’re disgusting. Damon protected me, not caring if you lived or died. You were together for three years, and he still doesn’t trust you. How does that feel? Does it hurt?”
Lily met her gaze in the mirror, utterly silent.
Seraphina let out a scornful chuckle. “Little sister, you’re so foolish and naive. Do you think I did all this for Damon?”
Lily turned to her. “Then why?”
Seraphina took a lipstick out of her twenty-thousand-dollar purse and twisted it up. “Who told you to be so ungrateful? Using an unknown like you for publicity was a compliment, and you sued! Damon offered you twenty million, and you still refused to withdraw the lawsuit.”
“Damon doesn’t like scheming women,” Lily said calmly. “If he knew what you’ve done, he’d be disgusted with you.”
Seraphina laughed as if she’d heard something hilarious.
“No wonder Damon says you’re as dumb as a puppy! You have no idea what a ‘first love’ means to a man, do you? So what if I left him to pursue my career abroad? So what if we haven’t spoken in five or six years? All I have to do is snap my fingers, and he’ll come running back like a loyal golden retriever.”
Lily’s heart filled with irony.
Damon thought she was a puppy.
Seraphina thought *he* was a golden retriever.
Was this karma?
Seraphina looked at her coldly. “If you’re smart, you’ll withdraw the lawsuit immediately.”
“And if I don’t?”
Seraphina tapped her phone a few times and held it out. “Look. What’s this?”
Lily’s mind went *buzz!* when she saw it.
It was a video of her and Yuri in VIP Room 88!
Seraphina had edited the video cleverly.
Yuri was pressing her down, pulling off her pants.
Yuri’s back was to the camera, but Lily’s expression was clearly visible.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, her eyes watery and dazed, looking utterly submissive.
The music in the VIP room was loud, drowning out any spoken words.
So, it looked as though she was completely willing.
Lily was incandescent with rage. She reached out to snatch the phone, but Seraphina quickly pulled it away.
“Stealing my phone won’t help. I have plenty of copies.”
Lily trembled with anger, leaning weakly against the sink, glaring at her with hatred.
Seraphina smiled. “Tell me, if I post this video on international social media, and it gets shared back here, what do you think will happen? There aren’t as many ‘rules’ on international platforms. These kinds of videos are common. You won’t be able to sue.”
“If you’re so capable,” Lily said, her voice cold, “post the *entire* video. When I left, I sprayed Yuri with an entire bottle of that drug. He must have gone crazy, right? And then you walked into VIP Room 88. Did you enjoy what happened next?”
Seraphina’s face darkened.
She remembered how Yuri had acted like a beast towards her last night, and she shivered involuntarily, gritting her teeth. “What are you so proud of? The video is in my hands; I can post whatever segment I want!”
Lily looked at the bruised, purple marks visible through the gap in Seraphina’s scarf. “Look at that. How intense was last night? Even a scarf can’t hide it.”
Seraphina quickly adjusted her scarf in the mirror, a triumphant look on her face. “Those are from Damon!”
“You and Damon can believe that,” Lily said flatly.
With that, she walked out of the restroom.
The police officers’ gazes were complex and unreadable.
Damon was on the phone, his face grim. “Contact the websites, tell them to delete all the videos!”
Lily pulled out her phone.
Sure enough, today’s incident had also topped the trending searches, claiming the first and second spots.
*INTERNATIONAL STAR SERAPHINA THORNE DOUSE DIN PAINT, NEARLY STABBED! ATTACKER ALLEGES LILY STERLING HIRED HIM!*
*SERAPHINA THORNE AND DAMON CUNNINGHAM SPEND NIGHT AT NIGHTCLUB, DAMON’S GIRLFRIEND HIRES ATTACKER TO THROW PAINT!*
Beneath these, many related videos had been uploaded.
There had been too many people at the scene; videos from every angle were available.
Each post was flooded with comments.
Seraphina’s fans were practically spewing venom through their screens.
*Die! Go to jail! Why wasn’t she stabbed to death?! Lock her in a dog pound and let the dogs have her…*
Damon hung up his phone and walked over, his voice deep with condemnation. “Why did you do something so stupid? Now this is impossible to fix!”
Seraphina rushed over, trying to soothe him. “Damon, don’t worry, we’ll find a way.”
Damon’s voice was like an ice blade. “What way? These trending searches are real data!”
A police officer commented, “This has become a public incident. Too many people are posting; it’s hard to suppress. Suing for privacy and likeness infringement in a case like this isn’t easy to manage.”
Lily clutched her phone, head bowed, silent, offering no defense.
Just then, the officer who went to retrieve the parking lot surveillance video returned.
The date was recent, so it was easy to find. The video showed the two having some contact and speaking, but there was no audio, so the content was unknown.
Fortunately, there were quite a few cameras in the parking lot, capturing both their backs and fronts.
Moreover, Lily hadn’t given the middle-aged man anything.
If she had exchanged a few more words or given him tissues or money, she would have been beyond refute.
“Please look at my lips,” Lily argued. “I said only four words: ‘No, I don’t.’ My own name is only three syllables; how could I have communicated so much with him?”
The middle-aged man’s eyes flickered, and he changed his story. “This was our second meeting. The first wasn’t here. Everything was made clear during that first conversation.”
“Where did this first meeting take place?” Lily asked, her voice calm. “My home, my neighborhood, my university – they all have surveillance cameras. We can establish an alibi.”
The middle-aged man heard this and couldn’t concoct another lie. “The time, the time was too long ago, I forgot the exact date!”
“Do you remember the location?” the officer asked.
The middle-aged man’s eyes darted around, his voice uncertain. “In, in the small grove by the river. No cameras there.”
With no surveillance footage, no witnesses, and no concrete evidence of transfer or transaction, Lily was ultimately released due to insufficient evidence.
“I want to sue him for defamation,” Lily said, her voice cold. “I want to sue him for endangering public safety and intentional assault!”
The middle-aged man panicked, shouting in protest, “No! I’m telling the truth! It’s the truth!”
“Regardless of whether you’re telling the truth,” the officer stated in a businesslike manner, “intentional assault and disturbing public safety are actions you committed. These are established criminal facts.”
The middle-aged man lowered his head and was taken into custody for disturbing public safety. Other charges would be investigated further.
Seraphina smiled sheepishly. “I knew it wasn’t Ms. Sterling’s doing. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this and caused you distress.”
Damon also looked annoyed. “Let’s go home,” he said grimly.
Lily didn’t spare either of them a glance. She told the investigating officer, “I will entrust all subsequent matters to my lawyer.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
Damon quickly followed, his brows furrowed, his face dark.
Seraphina hurried after them, her eyes flashing with cold malice.
*This Lily Sterling was really difficult to deal with!*
*Hmph! Just wait until I destroy you!*
She pulled out her phone, tapped a few times, and a triumphant, cold smile played on her lips.
Reaching the elevator bank, Damon quickly pressed the down arrow.
Lily stepped back two paces, not wanting to be too close to him.
Damon frowned, looking at her, his ‘peach blossom’ eyes flashing with an apology.
*Ding…* A message arrived on his phone. He glanced at the screen.
The elevator arrived, empty. The three of them stepped inside.
Lily stood in the innermost corner, her face devoid of emotion.
Damon stood nearest the door, making a phone call, his mind elsewhere. “What is it?”
He didn’t know what the person on the other end said.
His expression hardened. “What did you say?!”
Seraphina stood behind Damon, arms crossed, casting a sidelong glance at Lily, a smirk playing on her lips.
Damon hung up and started looking at his phone, his face as dark and terrifying as the sky before a storm.
“Damon,” Seraphina asked, concerned, “why do you look so terrible? Has something happened?”
Damon didn’t speak until a video opened on his phone.
The disco music from inside blasted out.
Lily looked at Seraphina, meeting her triumphant, chilling gaze head-on.
Damon’s eyes turned bloodshot. He seized Lily by the collar, yanking her towards him.
He thrust the phone in front of her face. “What is this?!” he demanded, his voice trembling with fury.
Lily saw the exact video Seraphina had shown her earlier.
“You called me to Lust,” she said, her voice flat. “You tell me what’s going on.”
Her indifferent attitude only fueled Damon’s rage.
He lost all control, raising his hand and slapping Lily across the face.
*Smack!* The sound, in the confined elevator, was exceptionally sharp and loud.
Lily reeled from the blow, stumbling back against the elevator wall.
Her face burned with pain.
Her ears rang.
The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Seraphina’s eyes. She quickly clutched Damon’s arm, feigning concern. “Damon, calm down! Let’s talk things through, don’t resort to violence!”
Damon’s ‘peach blossom’ eyes blazed with fury, as if he wanted to incinerate Lily.
He gritted his teeth, his words forced through them: “I can’t believe… how low you are!”
Lily wiped a trickle of blood from her lip with the back of her hand, her gaze icy as she met his.
She surged forward, raising her hand, and slapped him back with equal force.
Damon’s face was knocked sideways.
Seraphina shrieked, clutching his arm. “Damon, are you okay?!”
“I’m low?” Lily’s voice was cold. “You called me to Lust, delivered me to Yuri, and you call *me* low?!”
Seraphina’s eyes flickered. “How could you hit Damon? He’s never been slapped in the face before!”
The elevator doors opened, revealing a crowd of people outside. Their eyes gleamed with gossipy interest as they saw the paint-splattered individuals inside.
Lily stepped out first.
Damon and Seraphina, their faces dark, also emerged.
As the three walked out of the police station, they were swarmed by an eager crowd of fans, reporters, paparazzi, and independent media.
They pressed forward relentlessly, like starved, rabid dogs.
“Lily Sterling, why are you out? Did you really hire someone to harm Seraphina Thorne?”
“Mr. Cunningham, two women fighting over you to the point of hiring someone for assault – what are your thoughts?”
“Mr. Cunningham, do you prefer Seraphina Thorne or Lily Sterling? After all, they look so similar!”
“Seraphina Thorne, did Lily Sterling really try to hurt you? Will you press charges to the fullest, or choose to forgive?”
None of the three spoke. Damon, his face dark, shielded Seraphina and pushed his way out.
Lily forced her way through the crowd alone.
Suddenly, a rotten egg splattered against Lily’s forehead.
Seraphina’s fans screamed in fury, “Whore! You snake! Apologize to Sera!”
“You bitch! Go to hell!”
“Slut! Whore! Selling yourself at a nightclub and still bullying our goddess!”
Seraphina, her face a mask of terror, stepped in front of her fans, pleading, “Lily, please don’t be angry! These fans are just too worried about me; they didn’t mean it. Take your anger out on me, just please, don’t hurt my fans, I beg you…”
Her voice was laced with a tearful, mournful, tender, and kind quality.
The fans’ anger surged even higher. Another rotten egg smashed against Lily’s head.
The egg burst, inevitably splattering onto Seraphina.
Damon pulled her into his arms, his voice grim. “Let’s go, we need to leave here now!”
He glanced at Lily, his gaze like an arctic glacier, cold and merciless.
Another rotten egg splattered on Lily’s face, its foul stench burning her nostrils.
She numbly watched Damon shield Seraphina, push through the chaotic crowd, get into Seraphina’s personal car, and drive away.
She stood like a withered leaf in the frigid wind, solitary and cold.
Fortunately, they were at the police station entrance. Officers responded swiftly, and the crowd scattered like flies.
A kind, middle-aged female officer handed Lily a towel, sighing with pity. “Here, wipe yourself. I’ll drive you back.”
Lily took the towel, wiping the rotten egg off her face. “Thank you,” she said softly.
Covered in red paint and rotten egg, she probably wouldn’t even be able to hail a cab.
The kind female officer drove her to Lust Nightclub’s parking lot. As Lily got into her own car and locked the doors, feeling safe, the overwhelming wave of injustice and heartbreak finally washed over her.
She slumped over the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably.
She had already decided to leave, already mentally prepared, yet the pain and humiliation were still overwhelming.
Her phone rang.
Lily grabbed a tissue, wiped her tears and snot, and answered. “Dad…”
Mr. Sterling immediately knew she was crying from her voice. “My sweet girl,” he said gently, “I know about the online mess. Don’t worry, your old man will make them pay!”
Tears streamed from Lily’s eyes like a fountain. She sniffled.
“Dad,” she choked out, “no, let me handle this myself this time.”
“You’re just a young woman,” Mr. Sterling sighed, his voice full of heartache. “What can you handle? Let Dad do it!”
Lily’s tears flowed into her mouth.
She tilted her head back, gasping for air like a fish out of water, trying to suppress her broken sobs.
Mr. Sterling’s anxious voice came through the phone: “My girl, Dad’s here, don’t be scared. Dad will protect you! No matter what happens, you’ll always be Dad’s sweet girl, Dad’s good girl.”
Lily was finally able to speak. “Dad, I’m okay. Your little girl has grown up; she can handle things herself now.”
Mr. Sterling’s voice also choked up. “Good girl, Dad will listen to you. But if you need help, you *must* tell Dad. Don’t try to bear it alone, understand?”
“Mmm,” Lily murmured.
“The immigration application has been approved,” Mr. Sterling said, his voice thick. “The villa in Paris has been ready for a while. Come over quickly.”
“Mmm,” Lily said, wiping away her tears with her sleeve.
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Scarlett Hayes was the golden girl of her city’s most influential circles, known for her impeccable manners and pristine reputation. The most outrageous thing she’d ever done?
Secretly dating her brother’s sworn enemy for three years.
And, letting him record countless videos of them.
Inside the Maybach, her clothes were disheveled, while he remained impeccably dressed. A phone rested nearby.
“Julian…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Can we… stop recording?”
Julian Vance let out a low chuckle.
He looked up, his dark eyes reflecting her face, a mix of indulgence and playful mischief in their depths. “What, shy now?”
“Don’t worry, it won’t get out. I just like to watch them when I miss you, baby. Indulge me, hmm?”
His pet name, “baby,” made Scarlett’s ears flush. She felt completely spellbound by his voice, unable to utter another word of refusal.
After what felt like an eternity, the car stopped vibrating, and everything finally ended.
Julian slowly fastened his belt, casting a glance at her before reaching out to ruffle her hair. “I have a party to attend soon. I’ll have the driver take you home first. I’ll come back to you later tonight, alright?”
Scarlett nodded, her voice soft. “Okay.”
After Julian got out, Scarlett slowly dressed, still feeling a bit dazed.
She was about to call the driver to take her home when she suddenly noticed Julian’s card holder left on the seat.
She quickly grabbed it, pushed open the car door, and hurried after him.
After asking for the private room where Julian’s party was being held, she arrived at the door.
The door was ajar. Scarlett was about to step in when she heard a burst of laughter from inside.
“Julian, you guys were really going at it! When I came in, the whole Maybach was shaking. What do you think, if Rhys Carter found out his sister was that wild under Julian, would he be pissed enough to spit blood?”
A shockwave hit Scarlett, her mind reeling, as if struck by lightning, freezing her in place.
“Hahaha, Julian and Rhys have been rivals for years; that ‘Southbrook vs. Northwood’ feud isn’t just for show. Otherwise, Julian wouldn’t have orchestrated a classic damsel-in-distress scenario to ‘save’ Rhys’s sister and make her fall head over heels for him, all to get back at Rhys in a big way.”
“They’ve been together for how many years now? They must have hundreds of those videos, right? When’s Julian going to release them? I’m dying to see what the good girl looks like when she sheds all that innocence. But of course, I’m even more desperate to see Rhys’s face when he sees it, hahahaha!”
The men were in high spirits, completely oblivious to the woman standing outside the private room.
Scarlett’s mind went completely blank, a deafening hum filling her ears.
Their words echoed repeatedly in her mind, growing louder and louder, finally booming like thunder, threatening to shatter her skull.
Julian… his initial rescue of her, was it all a deliberate setup?
And dating her, was it just to spite her brother?
“Julian, why are you so quiet? You only approached Scarlett to mess with Rhys and stop him from ever going against you again. You didn’t actually fall for his sister, did you?”
“Fall for her?” The man who had just called her “baby” was now lounging in a high-backed chair, casually sipping his drink. A slow, mocking smile played on his lips. “Rhys is my sworn enemy. I only want to destroy him. I’m just thinking about the perfect time to release those videos. How about… on Scarlett’s birthday? I imagine seeing his perfect sister like that, Rhys’s expression will be priceless.”
“You’re a legend, Julian!”
The room erupted in excited, anticipating laughter.
Scarlett’s fingers trembled, and she swayed, barely able to stand.
Suddenly, a waiter’s voice came from beside her. “Miss, why aren’t you going in?”
Scarlett finally snapped back to reality. In a panicked rush, she shoved the card holder at him. “I… I’m not going in. Please give this to Julian Vance. Just say you found it. Don’t tell him I was here.”
With that, she turned and fled, tears streaming freely down her face in the wind, Julian’s cold words echoing endlessly in her ears—
“Rhys Carter is my sworn enemy. I only want to destroy him.”
Her heart felt as if an invisible hand had clamped down on it, squeezing so tightly she could barely breathe.
So, their entire relationship, from the very beginning, had been his cruel design!
Years ago, Scarlett had defied her brother’s objections to attend university in Northwood, drawn by its top-tier dance program.
After graduation, she was determined to stay in Northwood, no matter how much her brother urged her to return to Southbrook. Her parents had doted on her since childhood, and her brother was notoriously overprotective. She wanted to forge her own path.
Her whole world revolved around dance, until she met Julian Vance—the legendary rival of her brother. Rumor had it they’d been locked in a death match for years, relentlessly fighting over territories and projects, utterly incompatible.
Yet, this very man had saved her twice.
The first time, she’d been hit by a car. The driver fled, and no one else wanted to get involved, ignoring her cries for help as she lay in a pool of blood. It was Julian, driving by in his Maybach, who scooped her up, like a savior.
The second time, she was drugged, on the verge of being assaulted. Again, it was him who saved her, carrying her away. That night, he became her antidote.
She woke up the next morning to find him by the floor-to-ceiling window, casually buttoning his shirt. Hearing her stir, he turned, his captivating eyes instantly stealing her breath.
He leaned down, slowly closing the distance between them. “I’ve wanted to ask since we first met, little lady, do you have a crush on me?”
Her mind reeled. Staring at his shockingly handsome face, she stammered, unable to speak. He just smirked. “No? Then why do you blush every time you see me? And you secretly kissed me this morning. I remember, your medication had worn off, hadn’t it?”
She was mortified and tried to run, but he pulled her back, his eyes dancing with amusement as he gently kissed her lips.
After that day, they were together.
Three years into their relationship, she’d believed they were deeply in love, fantasizing countless times about returning to Southbrook together to introduce him to her brother, certain her presence could help them bury the hatchet. Now, thinking back, she felt pitifully naive.
She didn’t know how long she’d run, until the rain lashed down on her face, and her phone rang in her hand.
It was her brother. She took a deep breath and answered.
“Scarlett, I’ve opened the biggest dance studio in Southbrook for you. I’ve also found you a fiancé. Can you please break up with the one you’re seeing now, okay? You know, your parents and I can’t bear for you to marry far away. We just want you to stay in Southbrook, close to us…”
Hearing his familiar voice, Scarlett’s tears finally burst forth.
She fought back a sob, nodding.
“I’m sorry, Rhys. I’ve worried you all these years. I’ll come back to Southbrook, and I’ll meet the fiancé you found for me.”
On the other end, Rhys’s voice held a note of disbelief. “Scarlett, are you really willing to come back? And meet the person I introduce? What about the boyfriend you were so crazy about?”
Scarlett’s voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t like him anymore. I never will again.”
Rhys’s joy quickly turned to sharp suspicion. His tone instantly chilled. “Did he hurt you?”
Scarlett’s mind flashed with the cutting conversations, the videos Julian had so casually mentioned, and his cold voice.
She was in agony, but she had to stay composed.
Rhys had always been fiercely protective of her. If he knew the truth, he would likely storm Northwood.
She couldn’t let him worry anymore. These messy affairs, she had to handle herself.
“No, Rhys.” She forced herself to calm down. “Once I take care of things here, I’ll be right back.”
After a few more words of caution, her brother reluctantly hung up. Scarlett returned home.
She went straight to the bathroom to wash away the day’s shame, then walked to the coffee table, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and began to list things.
Her pen wrote a few lines on the paper:
* Throw things away.
* Pack my bags.
* Resign.
* Say goodbye to friends.
* Delete videos.
These were all the things she needed to take care of before she left.
Her gaze lingered on the last item for a long time, her fingertips trembling slightly.
Thinking of the birthday plan she’d overheard at the club, she knew she had to leave before her birthday.
With that thought, she picked up the calendar on the table and circled the date heavily with a red pen.
“Did you deliberately mark it so I wouldn’t forget?”
The villa door opened, and Julian’s voice suddenly came from behind her, laced with a lazy smile. Scarlett’s fingers stiffened, the pen leaving a long streak on the paper.
She turned to see Julian leaning against the doorframe, a suit jacket slung over his arm, his shirt collar slightly open, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone.
His gaze fell on the calendar in her hand, a slight smirk on his lips. “How could I forget my baby’s birthday? That day, I even have a big surprise planned for you.”
Scarlett gripped the pen tightly, looking up to meet his eyes. She managed a thin smile. “I have a big surprise for you too.”
Julian paused, then laughed softly. “Why would you prepare a surprise for me on your birthday?”
He walked over to her, reaching out to ruffle her hair, his tone indulgent. “By the way, did you invite your brother for your birthday?”
Scarlett’s heart gave a violent lurch, her fingers unconsciously clutching the edge of the table.
She looked up, feigning calm. “Do you want me to?”
Julian looked down at her, a complex expression flitting through his eyes.
He smiled, his voice low. “Go ahead and invite him. It’ll be a good chance to bury the hatchet. We’ve been fighting for so many years, and I never wanted to give in, but who can resist when I’m so crazy about his precious sister? No shame in bending for love.”
Scarlett’s throat felt constricted, unable to utter a single word.
Julian leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head slightly, murmuring, “I’m not feeling great today. Let’s not.”
Julian’s movements paused for a moment, then he chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. “Alright, then get some rest.”
He finished speaking and walked into the bathroom.
Scarlett stood frozen, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the table.
Her gaze fell on Julian’s phone, casually tossed on the sofa. Her heart pounded as if it wanted to burst from her chest.
She quietly picked up the phone, tried a few passwords, but couldn’t unlock it.
Her fingers trembled slightly, a wave of helplessness washing over her.
Finally, she put the phone back in its place, forcing herself to calm down and figure out a solution later.
The next morning, Julian woke up to find Scarlett packing.
Around her feet were piles of their couple’s items: matching mugs, matching slippers, matching throw pillows…
Julian frowned, walking over to her, a hint of confusion in his voice. “Why are you suddenly throwing all this away?”
Scarlett didn’t look up, her voice flat. “I don’t like them anymore. I’ll buy new ones later.”
Julian didn’t press further, just smiled. “Don’t bother with it. I’ll have the housekeeper sort it out for you later. Time’s almost up, should I drop you off at the dance troupe?”
Scarlett shook her head. “No need, I’ve already called to resign.”
Julian paused, his brow furrowing slightly. “Don’t you love dancing? Why the sudden resignation?”
Scarlett looked up, her gaze calm. “I’m a bit tired. I want to rest for a while.”
Julian was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and ruffled her hair. “Resigning is fine. Dancing is too strenuous, and besides…”
His fingers gently traced her waist, his voice low and husky. “I don’t want anyone else to see my baby’s soft waist.”
Scarlett flinched away from his hand, her tone cold. “You should go. You must be busy.”
After Julian left, Scarlett spent most of the day finally throwing away all their couple’s items.
Standing in the empty living room, her heart felt heavy, as if something was lodged in her throat, making it hard to breathe.
Just then, her phone vibrated.
She picked it up and saw an unfamiliar text message.
“Meet me at Blue Mountain Café at 3 PM. I’m Julian Vance’s fiancée.”
Scarlett’s fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles turning white.
Scarlett pushed open the café door, and a crisp chime rang out.
Her gaze swept across the room, quickly settling on a woman seated in a corner.
The woman wore a perfectly tailored Chanel suit, her makeup flawless, exuding an inherent air of superiority. Scarlett walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down, her face completely unreadable.
“My name is Genevieve Thorne, and I’m Julian Vance’s fiancée,” Genevieve stated bluntly, a hint of challenge in her voice.
Scarlett said nothing, merely observing her with eyes as calm as a still pool.
Genevieve clearly hadn’t expected such a reaction, and she frowned. “You’re Julian’s girlfriend, and he suddenly has a fiancée. Don’t you have anything to ask?”
Scarlett managed a faint smile, her heart utterly cold.
Ask? What was there left to ask? Ever since she’d overheard those words at the club, she had completely given up on Julian.
Nothing he did could surprise her anymore.
Seeing her silence, Genevieve’s face darkened.
She’d announced her identity, hoping to see Scarlett become hysterical and heartbroken, but this girl before her was like a block of ice, making it impossible to provoke her.
She gritted her teeth, her voice turning sharp. “The Vance and Thorne families will be united in marriage soon, and Julian has agreed. Regardless of who you are, he’ll break up with you immediately. So I advise you to leave on your own terms. I can even offer you some money. Otherwise, you’ll only be humiliating yourself.”
Scarlett looked up, her gaze calm. “When will your engagement be announced?”
Genevieve paused, then smiled smugly. “Early next month. The exact date isn’t set, but it won’t be long.”
Early next month, right after her birthday.
It seemed Julian had it all planned: dump her with the videos on her birthday, then get engaged to the Thorne family.
Julian Vance, you truly have no heart.
Scarlett’s voice was flat. “Did you ever bother to investigate me? If you had, you’d know I’m not short on money. If you came here today to humiliate me, you’ve picked the wrong target.”
Genevieve’s face instantly twisted into an ugly expression. Scarlett glanced at her and added, “And let me warn you, Julian Vance has no heart. He loves no one but himself. An arranged marriage for mutual benefit is fine, but if you fall in love, you’re doomed.”
With that, she stood up to leave, but Genevieve suddenly rose, grabbing her wrist, her voice shrill. “How dare you talk about him like that?!”
Before Scarlett could react, Genevieve snatched a cup of coffee from the table and aggressively splashed it onto her.
The warm liquid ran down her hair and face, staining her clothes.
Still not satisfied, Genevieve forcefully pushed Scarlett to the floor.
Her back hit the table corner hard, and she fell to the ground, her head striking the floor. A wave of sharp pain shot through her, blurring her vision. She reached up to touch her forehead, her fingertips coming away stained with blood.
Just then, the café door was violently flung open.
“Genevieve Thorne, what the hell are you doing?!”
A cold voice suddenly echoed from behind her, laced with suppressed fury.
Scarlett looked up to see Julian striding towards her, several of his friends following behind. Dressed in a black trench coat, his face looked frighteningly grim.
He shoved Genevieve aside, grabbed the other cup of coffee from the table, and unhesitatingly splashed it onto her.
Then, he took off his coat and wrapped it around Scarlett, his voice trembling. “Scarlett, are you alright?”
Genevieve stared at him in disbelief. “Julian, I’m your fiancée! You’re splashing me for *her*?!”
Julian ignored her, just looking down at Scarlett, his voice impossibly gentle. “Shh, baby. You go wait in the car. I’ll handle this and be right there.”
Scarlett said nothing, letting him help her to her feet, walking step by step towards the door.
Her mind was a blank, her ears buzzing, until she sat in the car and slowly regained her senses.
A short while later, Julian’s friends came out.
One of them walked to the car and tapped on the window.
“Scarlett, don’t misunderstand. This engagement is a family arrangement for Julian. He didn’t tell you because he wanted to handle it himself, but he never expected Genevieve to provoke you like this. He loves you so much; he would never be with anyone else.”
Love?
She found it laughable, but she kept her gaze lowered, showing no expression, just sitting quietly, like a lifeless statue.
After a while, Julian emerged, and Genevieve ran off crying, her figure utterly defeated.
Julian dismissed his friends, then got into the car, tenderly applying medicine to Scarlett’s wound.
His movements were as gentle as if he were handling a fragile treasure, his voice low and husky. “Scarlett, the engagement is a family arrangement. I won’t marry her. I’ll make things clear with my family very soon. Don’t overthink it.”
Scarlett said nothing, just looked straight ahead. “I know, Julian. Just drive.”
Julian glanced at her, on the verge of speaking, but ultimately started the car.
The atmosphere in the car was suffocating. Scarlett closed her eyes, her mind a mess.
Suddenly, the screech of tires pierced the air.
Scarlett’s eyes flew open, only to see a truck hurtling towards them.
Her pupils sharply contracted. The next second, Julian lunged, pulling her tightly into his embrace.
“CRASH—”
A deafening impact, and the world spun.
Scarlett passed out in a pool of blood.
**截断点**
When she woke up again, she was lying in a hospital bed, the harsh fluorescent lights above stinging her eyes.
Julian sat by her bedside, his face pale, his eyes filled with wild joy. “Scarlett, you’re finally awake. You scared me half to death.”
Scarlett moved her lips, her voice hoarse. “How badly are you hurt?”
Julian gently ruffled her hair, his tone light. “Just a broken bone. Nothing serious. I didn’t protect you well enough.”
He quickly stood up. “You stay put. I’ll go get the doctor to check on you.”
After he left, Scarlett’s phone suddenly vibrated.
She picked it up and realized it was a video sent by Genevieve.
The footage showed the scene in the café shortly after Julian left.
Inside the café, a group of Julian’s friends were explaining in a flurry of voices:
“Miss Thorne, how many times do we have to tell you before you believe it? Julian being with Scarlett was all planned. Pretending to love her was just an act, all to get revenge on Rhys Carter, his sworn enemy. Now that the Vance and Thorne families have agreed on the engagement, he’ll definitely marry you. When has he ever gone back on his word in business? So please, stop trying to mess things up, for goodness sake.”
Genevieve, however, only looked at Julian, her voice trembling. “Julian, are they telling the truth? You really don’t like Scarlett at all? It was all just revenge?”
His friends quickly chimed in. “Of course! How could he ever fall for his archenemy’s sister? That’s not Julian’s style at all. If he really fell for her, then it wouldn’t be Julian humiliating Rhys, it would be Rhys trampling Julian under his foot. Holy crap, I can’t even imagine that scene.”
“I just want Julian to tell me!” Genevieve’s eyes were red as she stared at Julian. “Julian, you tell me.”
Julian’s expression was complex, his gaze fixed in the direction where Scarlett’s car had been.
Finally, he nodded.
Genevieve finally threw herself into his arms, her voice choked with tears. “But I still feel insecure. We’re getting married soon, and you’re still putting on a show with another woman. How about this: later, you pretend the brakes fail and steer the car towards the passenger seat, making Scarlett crash. Then I’ll believe you, okay?”
Julian was silent for a moment, then murmured, “Okay.”
The video ended there.
Scarlett’s fingers trembled, and the phone clattered to the floor.
So, even this car accident was part of his plan.
She closed her eyes, a complex mix of sorrow, despair, and hurt swirling in her chest, a suffocating ache.
She couldn’t understand what Julian wanted, how he would ever be satisfied.
She remembered when the crash happened, he had indeed swerved towards the passenger side. But at the very last second, he had turned and shielded her.
She didn’t understand what he was thinking. If he was so determined for revenge, wouldn’t he be happier if she was hurt more badly? Why bother to shield her, only to break his own rib?
A thought flickered in her mind, but she refused to pursue it.
Julian Vance.
I hope it’s true, as you said, that you feel nothing for me, and it was only revenge.
Otherwise, if there was even a shred of genuine feeling, you would suffer terribly.
For the next few days, Julian stayed by her side, taking care of her.
Despite breaking a rib and the doctor advising rest, he stubbornly remained with her, never leaving her side. One moment he’d be feeding her porridge and tucking her in, the next he’d be peeling fruit and telling her stories.
Anyone looking on would think he was madly in love with her. But Scarlett felt no joy.
She knew it was all a pretense.
His tenderness, his concern—it was nothing more than a carefully orchestrated deception.
On the day she was discharged, Julian noticed her low spirits. To cheer her up, he took her to a new nightclub owned by one of his friends.
Inside the VIP room, the lights were dim, and the music was deafening.
Julian was exceptionally attentive, and his friends gathered around her, showering her with concern. But Scarlett felt utterly uneasy, a sense of impending doom hanging over her.
Then, the VIP room door opened, and Genevieve Thorne walked in.
Everyone’s faces instantly soured.
Just as Julian looked like he was about to explode, his friends quickly stepped forward, whispering to Genevieve, “Didn’t we already make it clear? You told Julian to fake a car accident to hurt Scarlett, and he did it. What are you doing causing trouble again?”
Genevieve smiled, her voice light as a feather. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m here to join your plan this time. After all, Julian will be marrying me soon. If he wants to deal with someone, I should help stoke the fires.”
She leaned in and whispered something into one of the friends’ ears.
Their eyes lit up, and knowing smiles spread across their faces.
Scarlett desperately wanted to hear what they were saying, but the music was too loud; she couldn’t catch a single word.
After speaking, Genevieve walked straight up to her, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Miss Hayes, I was wrong about what happened before. Julian has already chastised me. He truly hasn’t agreed to the engagement. He loves you too much, which is why he refuses to marry anyone else.”
Scarlett frowned, a sense of foreboding washing over her.
She didn’t understand why the usually arrogant Genevieve had suddenly capitulated or why she was saying these things. But her gut told her that something was seriously wrong.
Julian’s face also looked strained, his gaze flickering between Genevieve and Scarlett.
Genevieve, however, completely dropped her aggressive stance. She suddenly pulled a set of keys from her bag and handed them to Scarlett. “Miss Hayes, this is a villa I just bought, right in the city center. It’s for you, as an apology for what happened last time.”
Scarlett didn’t take them, her voice cold. “No need. I won’t be living in Northwood.”
Julian’s face instantly changed color when he heard that.
He grabbed Scarlett’s hand. The man who was always so confident and in control now spoke with a tremor of uncontrolled panic in his deep voice. “Scarlett, what do you mean by that? I’m in Northwood. You’ll definitely marry me someday. Where else would you go if not to stay with me here?”
Scarlett looked at him calmly.
Of course, she wanted to return to Southbrook, marry the man she was supposed to, and be with the people she was meant to be with.
But she didn’t say it directly, merely dismissing it. “I just said it casually. Don’t overthink it. It’s just that, well, no one can really say what the future holds.”
“With me around, what could be uncertain?”
Julian clearly didn’t believe her and wanted to ask more, but Genevieve interjected. “Miss Hayes, I hear you’re a dancer. Don’t just sit there. Go out and dance.”
Scarlett shook her head. “No, thank you. I don’t feel like dancing.”
Genevieve was insistent. “Don’t worry, Miss Hayes, I’ve booked the whole place. There’s no one else on the dance floor right now. We’ll dance with you.”
Julian’s face darkened. He clearly didn’t want Scarlett to go and still wanted her to clarify her earlier statement.
But then, his friends began to persuade him. “Julian, let Scarlett dance. We’d love to see her moves too.”
One of them then leaned in and whispered something in Julian’s ear.
Julian’s face instantly turned grim, but after a few seconds of apparent hesitation, he finally nodded.
As Genevieve pulled her towards the dance floor, Scarlett felt a growing sense of unease.
She suspected they were concocting some plan and just wanted to finish dancing and leave quickly.
But just as she and Genevieve reached the dance floor, Genevieve suddenly twisted her ankle and fell to the ground.
She clutched her ankle, crying hysterically. “Julian, my foot hurts so much! Please take me to the hospital!”
Julian frowned, clearly annoyed, but Genevieve tugged at his sleeve, her voice tearful. “We’re old family friends, you can’t just abandon me, can you?”
Julian eventually caved. He turned to Scarlett and said, “Scarlett, I’ll take her to the hospital. You stay here and enjoy yourself for a bit. If you get bored, just head home. The driver’s waiting outside for you.”
Scarlett nodded, feeling even more uneasy.
After Julian left, she was about to go when his friends stopped her, saying it was a rare outing and not to be a spoilsport.
She was practically surrounded, unable to leave, forced to sit and listen to the music from the dance floor.
His friends sat with her for a while, then suddenly said, “Scarlett, we’re going to step out and make a call. We’ll be right back.”
Scarlett’s heart tightened; she felt something was seriously wrong.
Once his friends had all left, and the dance floor was completely empty, she immediately grabbed her bag, intending to leave.
But just then, the VIP room door was violently pushed open.
However, it wasn’t Julian’s friends who entered, but a group of ragged, disheveled men.
As soon as they came in, their eyes locked onto Scarlett, and they let out lewd laughter.
“Hahaha, this chick is so tender! Boys, we’re in for a treat today!”
Scarlett’s face contorted in terror, and she stumbled back a few steps. But the men swarmed her like hungry wolves.
She struggled desperately, but what was her strength against several men?
Her clothes were torn, her screams drowned out by the pounding music.
“Get away! Don’t touch me!” Scarlett’s voice trembled, tears streaming from her eyes.
She kicked and fought with all her might, but the men seemed insane, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the ground.
Her clothes were ripped, her skin exposed to the cold air.
A wave of nausea washed over her, her stomach churning, threatening to empty itself.
“Help! Is anyone there! Help me!”
“Help me!”
She cried out in despair, but no one responded. Her vision blurred, and all she could hear were their leering laughs and heavy breathing.
Just as she was on the verge of giving up hope, the VIP room door was kicked open.
Julian burst in like a demon from hell, his eyes filled with savage fury.
He grabbed one of the men by the collar and slammed his fist into his face.
The man shrieked and collapsed to the floor.
Julian didn’t stop. His fists rained down on the men until they were all sprawled on the ground, groaning.
Scarlett trembled uncontrollably, her vision went black, and she fainted.
When she woke again, she found herself in the villa bed.
A chilling wail echoed from the living room. She struggled out of bed, opening the door a crack, just in time to see Julian standing in the center of the living room, the men from the club sprawled at his feet.
Julian held a knife, his voice as cold as ice. “Which hand touched her?”
The men trembled in fear, unable to speak.
Julian sneered. “Then it must have been both hands.”
With that, his hand moved, and the knife plunged fiercely into one of the man’s palms.
The man screamed, and blood instantly stained the floor.
The remaining men were terrified, shouting, “It was the left hand! No, the right hand!”
Julian, however, didn’t hesitate. One swift strike for each, disabling their hands.
His friends stood by, looking at him with complex expressions. “Julian, is this really necessary? You agreed to Genevieve’s plan in the first place, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, Genevieve faked twisting her ankle so you’d have a legitimate reason to take her to the hospital. Then we’d make an excuse to leave, and a bunch of men would come in and force themselves on Scarlett, who would be alone in the club. No one would hear her cries. Rhys would be devastated to learn his beloved sister was attacked by strangers. Why did you suddenly go back on the plan, rush back like a madman, and nearly beat those guys to death? It’s been years since you’ve been this bloodthirsty. You’re insane.”
Hearing this, Scarlett felt her legs give out, almost collapsing.
She never imagined that even those men were part of their plan.
No wonder Genevieve had whispered to his friends, and his friends had whispered to Julian…
Julian said nothing, just coldly watched the men being dragged away.
His friends exchanged glances, their faces growing even more troubled.
Finally, someone couldn’t help but ask, “Julian, you haven’t actually fallen for Scarlett, have you? If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you: she’s your archenemy’s sister! You and Rhys have been fighting for how many years? If you really fell for his sister, you’d be…”
Julian’s face instantly darkened. He violently kicked over the coffee table, his voice laced with suppressed fury.
“I don’t love her! If I loved Rhys Carter’s sister, I’d cut off my head and let him kick it like a football! Is that good enough? Get out, all of you! Don’t you dare bother me for the next few days!”
After chasing everyone out, Julian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigarette.
Through the swirling smoke, his expression looked particularly grim.
He took a deep drag, the smoke swirling in his lungs before being slowly exhaled.
His mind was a mess, constantly replaying the image of Scarlett being attacked by those men. Her despair, her pain, pierced his heart like a knife.
He couldn’t understand his feelings for Scarlett. He’d only approached her in the beginning to get revenge on Rhys.
But why did seeing her treated that way make him so furious, so desperate to kill?
She shouldn’t have looked like that.
Every time she lay beneath him, she was so soft and sweet, her eyes filled with love, like a gentle kitten.
But that day, her eyes held only terror and despair.
He dared not dwell on it, feeling a tightness in his chest.
Halfway through the cigarette, he suddenly remembered Scarlett disliked the smell of smoke. He frowned, stubbing it out in the ashtray.
He turned and walked towards the bedroom, his footsteps light, afraid to wake her.
Scarlett heard his approaching steps and quickly closed her eyes, holding back tears, pretending to be asleep.
Her heart pounded, and her fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly, terrified he would discover she was faking.
Julian stood by the bed, looked down at her for a moment, gently stroked her head, then turned and left the room.
For the next few days, Julian didn’t go to the office. He spent almost every waking moment tending to Scarlett.
He lavished her with expensive jewelry, brought her a fresh bouquet of flowers every morning, and even cooked for her himself.
Scarlett looked at the pile of gifts on the table, yet felt no joy.
She knew he was trying to cheer her up, but her heart was already as cold as ice.
No one mentioned what had happened that night, but everyone knew Scarlett was unhappy.
Her smiles became rarer, her eyes growing increasingly blank.
Julian finally couldn’t take it anymore. After dinner one evening, he pulled her into his arms, his voice husky. “Baby, I messed up. I didn’t protect you. Can we just forget that day, please? I’ll do anything you want.”
Scarlett looked up into his deep eyes and quietly asked, “Anything?”
Julian nodded. “Anything.”
Scarlett was silent for a moment, then finally spoke. “I want to know your phone password.”
Julian paused, then laughed. “That’s it?”
He rattled off a string of numbers, and Scarlett froze.
It was her birthday.
“Why did you set my birthday as your password?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Julian leaned down and kissed her forehead, his tone gentle. “Because I love you, baby.”
Scarlett was stunned.
She didn’t know if his words were true or false, but regardless, she wouldn’t believe them anymore.
Julian handed her his phone, smiling. “Want the password to check my phone? I’m an open book, baby. Anytime, anywhere, feel free to check.”
Scarlett took the phone, and a faint smile finally touched her lips.
Julian sighed in relief, holding her tight. “Finally, a smile.”
His voice was tender. “Your birthday is in a couple of days. I’m planning a huge birthday party for you. So I won’t be able to be with you all the time these next few days. Will you be okay at home by yourself?”
Scarlett nodded, then paused and asked, “Should I invite my brother?”
Julian was silent for a long time. So long, Scarlett thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he murmured, “Go ahead and invite him.”
Scarlett smiled, though tears welled in her eyes. “Okay.”
Next, Julian busied himself with party preparations, while Scarlett began to pack her bags.
She organized all her belongings, then bid farewell to her friends one by one.
The day before her birthday party, Julian returned.
He held her, wanting to kiss her, but she gently pushed him away, citing her period.
Julian didn’t insist, but he left a string of possessive kiss marks on her neck, whispering, “This way, everyone will know you’re mine.”
Scarlett said nothing, silently enduring his kisses.
In the middle of the night, Julian was asleep. She quietly picked up his phone.
The first thing she saw was his SnapChat group with his friends.
In the group, his friends were discussing tomorrow’s plan.
“Julian, tomorrow’s Scarlett’s birthday. Didn’t you say you were going to release her videos then? Why haven’t you sent them yet?”
“Yeah, Julian, send them already!”
“Julian, didn’t you see the messages? We’ve been reminding you since this morning, and it’s night now!”
Scarlett’s fingers trembled. She exited the group chat, found the hidden folder, and one by one, deleted all the videos.
The moment everything was deleted, and the recycle bin completely emptied, she finally felt a sense of relief.
The next morning, she carried her luggage, ready to leave.
Julian, however, happened to wake up. Seeing her standing by the door, he was momentarily disoriented. “Baby, where are you going?”
“To pick up Rhys,” Scarlett said calmly.
Julian glanced at her luggage, seemingly confused. “Just picking someone up? Why the luggage?”
“These are just some dance outfits. I want my brother to take them back for me.”
Now, perhaps having learned from Julian, she lied with ease.
It worked. Julian didn’t ask further. He simply got out of bed and hugged her. “Wait for me. I’ll go with you.”
Scarlett shook her head. “Let’s announce our relationship at the birthday party. Otherwise, I’m worried Rhys might not accept it. You go to the party first.”
Julian thought about it and seemed to agree that it was too rushed. He ruffled her hair and smiled, nodding.
“Alright, then come early. I’ll be waiting for you at the party.”
After showering, he drove straight to the birthday party. Scarlett watched his car drive away, then hailed a cab and went to the airport.
Check-in, baggage drop, boarding—everything happened swiftly.
Once on the plane, Scarlett finally opened Julian’s chat window.
She had thought of so many things to say in her final message to him.
She wanted to tell him she’d heard everything at the club that day.
She wanted to confront him, to ask why he had done this to her.
But now, at the moment of truth, she only typed out a single, short sentence.
**[Julian Vance, let’s break up. I don’t love you anymore.]**
After sending it, the plane slowly took off. She gazed at the white clouds outside the window, blocked all his contacts, and powered off her phone.
Never again.
Northwood, and Julian Vance.
Julian’s car slowly pulled up to the banquet hall entrance. The moment the door opened, he took one step out and was immediately surrounded by his friends.
They crowded around him, chattering excitedly, their faces alight with anticipation, as if waiting for a show to begin.
“Julian, where are the videos? Didn’t you say you were releasing them today?” someone eagerly asked, their eyes glinting with gossip.
Julian frowned slightly. He unhurriedly pulled his phone from his pocket. Under their hungry, expectant gazes, the faint glow of the screen flickered in his hand.
However, just as everyone thought he was about to unlock it, he suddenly put the phone back in his pocket and said indifferently, “I’m not releasing them.”
Those simple words were like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand ripples.
Everyone’s eyes widened, their faces etched with disbelief.
“Not releasing them?!” they exclaimed in unison, incredulity plastered across their faces.
Someone couldn’t help but press. “Julian, what do you mean? Didn’t you promise Rhys a ‘big present’ today?”
“Yeah, you’ve been planning this for so long! Why suddenly change your mind? Julian, you’re not messing with us, are you?!”
Julian’s eyes turned cold, his voice tinged with impatience. “It means nothing. It’s just not the right time yet. The more videos I have, the deeper Rhys’s pain will be. What’s the rush?”
His friends exchanged bewildered glances, clearly surprised by his answer.
Someone muttered under their breath, “They’ve been playing this game for three years, isn’t that enough? Julian, you’ve been acting really strange lately.” Another friend outright asked, “Julian, tell me honestly, are you…”
“No!” Julian abruptly cut him off, his voice as cold as ice. His gaze was sharp, sweeping over everyone present. “Those videos are hers and mine. I’ll release them whenever I damn well please. You’re good friends for worrying about me, but don’t cross the line.”
The atmosphere instantly became awkward. His friends quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, their voices coaxing.
“Julian, we didn’t mean it like that, don’t be angry.” Someone clapped him on the shoulder.
“Right, right, we just asked casually. Don’t take it to heart.”
Julian said nothing more, turning to walk into the banquet hall to inspect the decorations.
His gaze swept over every detail, his frown deepening.
He pointed at a flower arrangement on a table, his voice low and firm, carrying an undeniable authority. “These flowers won’t do. Change them. She doesn’t like pink; she likes blue. Go buy new ones immediately.”
Then he pointed at the carpet. “This carpet too. The color’s too dark. Get a lighter one.”
“And why is it so empty here? Put up balloons!”
“Pile the gifts here! Didn’t I buy a mountain of presents?!”
The waiters and event planners were sent scurrying by his commands, while his friends stood by, utterly dumbfounded.
Someone whispered, “What’s gotten into Julian? He’s never cared this much before. Is this still the reckless, devil-may-care Julian we knew?”
“Yeah, I really don’t know what he’s thinking. Wasn’t Scarlett just a tool for him? Why go to all this trouble for a birthday party? Just throw a simple one and be done with it!”
Another friend shook his head. “Something’s off. Really off.”
Julian seemed not to hear their murmuring. He pulled out an exquisite box from his inner pocket and gently opened it. A dazzling necklace appeared before everyone’s eyes.
He looked up and asked the person beside him.
“Do you think she’ll like this necklace?”
Someone leaned in for a closer look and gasped. “Holy crap! Isn’t that the one Princess Diana wore? It’s worth hundreds of millions! Julian, you’re really going to give that to Scarlett? That’s going all out!”
Julian’s expression was a little unnatural, but his tone remained cold. “Only this way can she love me even more deeply.”
His friends breathed a sigh of relief. Someone laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. “So Julian’s playing the long game, huh? As expected of Julian, so meticulous!”
Julian didn’t respond, just carefully put the box away. His gaze swept over every corner of the banquet hall, as if ensuring everything was perfect.
His expression was so focused it felt unfamiliar, as if this party was more than just a tool for revenge to him.
Soon, guests began to arrive. Most were prominent figures from the city’s influential circles. Seeing Julian, they all smiled and came forward to greet him.
“Mr. Vance, throwing such a grand birthday party for your girlfriend! That’s quite the gesture!” someone teased, laughing. “When’s the wedding? We’re all waiting for the wedding banquet!”
Julian offered a slight smile, his tone composed. “Soon. Once she says yes, I’ll marry her.”
The guests laughed, praising his devotion.
His friends stood nearby, listening to his answers, their expressions growing increasingly complex.
Someone murmured, “Julian’s acting is too good. I almost believe it.”
Another shook his head repeatedly. “Something’s wrong, really wrong. Julian has never been this serious before.”
The banquet officially began. The lights were dazzling, the music melodious.
But Scarlett still hadn’t appeared.
Julian stood in the center of the banquet hall, his gaze constantly sweeping towards the entrance, his frown deepening.
He pulled out his phone, about to make a call.
Suddenly, the main doors were pushed open.
The moment the banquet hall doors swung open, a flicker of joy crossed Julian’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by icy coldness.
Because it wasn’t Scarlett who walked in, but Genevieve Thorne.
She wore a luxurious gown, her makeup exquisite, but it couldn’t hide the hurt and anger on her face.
Her gaze fixed directly on Julian, and she walked purposefully towards him.
Julian’s face instantly darkened, his voice as cold as ice. “What are you doing here? Who let you in? I didn’t send you an invitation.”
Genevieve bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m your fiancée. You’re throwing a birthday party for another woman, and I’m not allowed to come?”
Julian’s eyes were sharp, his tone filled with warning. “Genevieve, don’t cause a scene here.”
Genevieve, however, seemed to ignore his words. Her gaze swept over every corner of the banquet hall, her voice growing louder.
“Look at this banquet hall! These flowers are Juliet roses, the most expensive variety in the world! You’ve laid out so many; that must be over twenty million! And this carpet underfoot, it’s a hand-woven Persian rug, right? One of those costs ten million! Look at these chandeliers, these oil paintings! You’ve spent hundreds of millions just on this banquet! Not to mention all the priceless gifts you’ve prepared!”
Her voice was laced with resentment and fury, as if she was unleashing all her suppressed emotions. Julian’s face grew increasingly grim, and the surrounding guests began to whisper, the scene becoming awkward.
Seeing this, his friends quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
Someone grabbed Genevieve’s arm, whispering, “Miss Thorne, didn’t we already explain everything? Julian is with Scarlett only because she’s Rhys Carter’s sister. You know Rhys, right? Julian’s biggest rival, they’ve been fighting for years. He’s using Scarlett to get revenge on Rhys, and once he’s done, he’ll dump her. Don’t mess things up. What if Scarlett senses something’s off? She’ll be here soon, you need to leave!”
Another person chimed in, his voice coaxing. “That’s right, Miss Thorne, please go back. Julian will explain everything to you after he deals with things here.”
Genevieve, however, shook off their hands, her voice shrill. “Why should I? I’m his fiancée, yet I have to hide in the shadows, while she, a mere tool, gets to be showered with affection? It’s not fair! Julian Vance, I want you to tell me yourself: are you really just using Scarlett Hayes?”
Her gaze was fixed directly on Julian, as if trying to see through his eyes into his very soul.
Julian remained silent, his eyes as cold as ice, as if her questioning had nothing to do with him.
His friends grew anxious. Someone nudged Julian. “Julian, say something! Don’t let this get out of hand!”
“Just say you don’t like her, and this goddess will leave. Say it now!”
“Julian, you’ve said it before, say it again, one more time!”
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Julian Blackwood was the notorious, unhinged heir of the city’s elite circles. Yet, he was utterly consumed by love for Anya Hayes, a girl with no power or connections.
She was the young, impoverished girl he’d found on the streets, brought home when she was fifteen, and then cradled in his palm, pampered to the heavens until she was twenty-five. The man lavished almost all his favoritism and tenderness upon her.
Anya loved playing the violin, so he dropped all his work to accompany her abroad for music studies, not batting an eye at the billions lost in stock market investments.
To express his love, he sent luxurious gifts, truckload after truckload, and even live-streamed for 999 consecutive days on Ins, confessing his love and proposing marriage to her.
To marry her, he willingly endured brutal family discipline for three days, finally defying the rigid expectations of his family’s elite circles regarding suitable matches. He gave her the wedding of her dreams, making her the princess everyone envied.
But this very man, who had loved her so fiercely, was now making her kneel in the snow in a thin nightgown, all for a new fling he’d only known for six months.
He believed Anya had forced the woman to block his contact information, making his new plaything disappear.
“Baby, tell me, what did you say to Chloe?” Julian sat opposite her, casually swirling a glass of wine, his gaze fixed on her.
His eyes were colder than the blizzard, yet his tone was unnervingly gentle, as if asking her if the snowy scenery was beautiful.
My body was numb with cold. I opened my mouth, my teeth chattering, “Julian, I haven’t seen Chloe Evans.”
Julian looked at me, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “Baby, you’re not being a good girl.”
He crooked a finger. A bodyguard leaned in to hand him a phone, and he played a video.
In the video, my critically ill brother, Leo, had his life support pulled. His face was turning purple from lack of oxygen, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
“Julian, he’s my only family. Don’t hurt him!” Tears streamed down my face. I clung to Julian’s legs. “You have to believe me. I really didn’t say anything. I don’t know where she went.”
Julian leaned forward, his hand tracing my tears. “I remember telling you, Chloe is very important to me too.”
“Good girl, you have fifty seconds left. In an oxygen-depdeprived state, your brother can only last two minutes.” He sat up straight, tapping the screen with a single finger, as if losing patience.
My body jolted violently, my heart struck with a heavy blow.
He had said Chloe was important, but I had refused to believe it. After all, he had loved me so fiercely once.
At that moment, I suddenly felt ridiculous. I had actually thought I was irreplaceable in his eyes.
From beginning to end, I had only met Chloe once. It was at an auction, and Chloe was an event hostess.
Chloe had stopped me as I headed to the lounge, lifting her chin to tell me to keep my husband in check. “Mrs. Blackwood, I told him I don’t like him. Your husband is a nuisance in my life.”
It was then I realized that the “interesting little kitten” Julian always talked about was Chloe Evans.
Chloe was born with amblyopia in her left eye, but she possessed extraordinary artistic talent. She soared to online fame as a resilient, talented young artist who rose to fame online by overcoming her disability.
But instead of live-streaming to sell products, she chose to work part-time like an ordinary person, serving at various banquets.
Her proud, confident, vibrant, and brilliant demeanor immediately captured Julian Blackwood, an investor.
The more Chloe rejected him, the more Julian was drawn to her. His relentless pursuit became the talk of the town, known to everyone.
I confronted Julian about it that day, and he didn’t deny it. He just held me, saying airily, “It’s just a game, all my buddies have played it. I just want to know how much it takes to impress her. Don’t worry, baby, I’m just having some fun. You’ll always be the only one I love.”
I still asked him, “What if I don’t accept it?”
He gently stroked my hair, his tender eyes reflecting my pale face. “Baby, you just be a good girl, and you’ll always be Mrs. Blackwood.”
I was speechless, knowing I had no right to refuse.
I could only wait for Julian to tire of her, but what I waited for was the news of them being together.
Chloe didn’t ask for a single penny from him and accepted his pursuit, but she had one condition: to date him like an ordinary couple.
Julian readily agreed, accompanying her to live stream her painting, taking her to art exhibitions, to amusement parks, and eating street food and junk food with her…
He would also take her to various events, always glued to her side. He would post on Ins stories, flaunting their relationship like any ordinary guy.
Every time I saw it, my heart twisted in agony. I cried, I argued, I even brought up divorce.
But he never took it seriously, only saying casually, “Good girl, I like my compliant baby. Stop being difficult.”
I forced myself to calm down, forced myself to believe his words, hoping he would soon tire of it and return to our family.
But now, Chloe had suddenly blocked him without a word, and she had mentioned meeting me earlier.
I knew this was Chloe’s way of showing off, but I couldn’t explain myself, and Julian wouldn’t believe me.
“Baby, still not going to talk? Your brother doesn’t have much time left. 10, 9, 8…” Julian bent down, his warm breath on my ear, yet it sent shivers down my spine.
“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” I snapped back to reality, an internal tearing tightening my throat. For the first time, I lied to Julian. “I told her to leave you, to stop bothering you…”
My emotions shattered, tears blurring my vision. My arms, wrapped around Julian’s, slowly loosened until they fell limp.
Julian saw my broken state, reached out, and gently touched my cold cheek to comfort me. “Baby, don’t act on your own initiative again. Think more about your brother.”
My expression became numb, and I nodded mechanically, feeling something shatter inside me, the pain spreading through every fiber of my being.
My body swayed, dizziness washing over me. I stumbled and collapsed to the ground. The moment I hit the ground, I felt a warmth between my legs…
**截断点**
Just then, Julian’s subordinate rushed in, saying they had found Chloe. She was currently teaching a group of children with disabilities how to paint.
The subordinate glanced at me, then continued, “Mrs. Blackwood told her not to see Mr. Blackwood again, so she asked Mr. Blackwood not to look for her.”
Julian’s face lit up, completely ignoring the latter part of the sentence. He immediately arranged for Chloe to trend on Ins, praising her beauty and kindness.
As for me, lying on the ground, he didn’t even spare me a glance.
“Julian, my stomach hurts…” In unbearable pain, I reached out to Julian’s retreating back, but he walked farther and farther away, disappearing from my sight.
After getting into the car, Julian simply called Alfred, instructing him to confine me to the remote chamber for reflection.
Alfred saw me lying in the snow, a pool of crimson spreading beneath me, and urgently spoke. “Mrs. Blackwood, she seems to have miscarried. There’s a lot of blood…”
Julian’s face instantly darkened, and he said coldly, “She was pregnant? She’s getting more and more disobedient. This child shouldn’t have happened.”
Alfred sighed deeply, not daring to disobey Julian’s orders. He had me carried into the remote chamber.
I woke up from the sheer pain, the excruciating pain of my abdomen tearing apart tormenting my nerves. I clearly felt the life of my child slipping away.
I crawled to the door, pounding on it desperately, screaming at the top of my lungs, “Let me out! Take me to the hospital! Save my baby!”
“Julian, save our baby!”
“Somebody!”
After a long time, only Alfred’s voice came from outside the door. “Mrs. Blackwood, this child was not part of Mr. Blackwood’s plans. Without his orders, no one dares take you to the hospital. You should just be a good girl and reflect on yourself in the chamber.”
It felt as if all my strength had been instantly drained. I thought of Julian’s resolute departure and collapsed to the ground, heartbroken.
I just wanted a child, a child that belonged to us.
Because he didn’t want a child, I had no right to be pregnant.
Now, for the sake of his plaything, he disregarded my life and death, confining me while I was pregnant…
I clutched my lower abdomen, wanting to cry but unable to. The pain was so intense it felt like I was suffocating.
Waves of pain swept over me, and my consciousness gradually blurred. Before losing consciousness, I whispered softly.
“Julian Blackwood, the baby is gone, and I don’t want you anymore either.”
When I woke up again, I had already been taken to the hospital.
I touched my flat abdomen, and sorrow welled up in my heart. My child was truly gone.
It seemed that Julian and I had reached the end.
The ward door opened, and I turned my head to look.
Julian walked in, holding Chloe’s hand, their fingers interlocked.
Chloe’s eyes were cold, her eyelids slightly red. She glared at me angrily. “Mrs. Blackwood, I’ve already left. Don’t involve innocent family members. Why are you still having people threaten my parents? You can’t control your own husband, so you bully the vulnerable?”
Facing these baseless accusations, I instinctively looked at Julian. His gaze was fixed on Chloe’s face, full of admiration, as if she were a precious treasure.
My heart ached fiercely. He used to look at me the same way, with tenderness and doting affection, unwilling to tear his eyes away for even a moment.
He had held me and said, “My wife is the best. No other woman can compare to a single strand of your hair.”
But now, from the moment he entered the ward until now, he hadn’t even given me a sidelong glance.
I gave a self-deprecating smile. I ignored Chloe and instead asked Julian, “Julian, why didn’t you save our baby?”
“You should ask yourself why you unilaterally decided to get pregnant,” Julian said coldly, his voice commanding without needing to raise it.
“In this marriage, do I not even have the right to have a child?” Even though I already knew the answer, I asked hopelessly.
Julian nodded almost without hesitation, his presence exuding the undeniable authority of a superior. “That’s right.”
I lowered my head, tears welling up in my eyes.
“I’m not here to listen to you discuss children, Mr. Blackwood. You promised me an explanation.” Chloe looked at Julian with slight dissatisfaction. In front of him, she always maintained an image of being fearless in the face of power, intelligent, and authentic.
Julian patted her back to soothe her, then looked at me with a hint of reproach. “Anya, you drove Chloe away and threatened her parents. You should apologize to her.”
Meeting Julian’s gaze, my heart felt a dull ache, and I couldn’t help but retort, “I didn’t do it, I won’t apologize!”
“Still causing trouble?”
“I really didn’t,” I shook my head.
Julian’s eyes darkened, his face growing even more grim. He waved towards the door, calling in the bodyguards.
“Will you apologize yourself, or should I have the bodyguards help you?” Julian’s eyes were frighteningly cold.
My heart clenched, but I stared at Julian stubbornly. I was gambling, betting that he would keep his promise not to harm me.
“Help Mrs. Blackwood apologize.” Julian ordered indifferently. I instantly felt like I’d fallen into an ice cave.
I had lost.
I accepted my fate without struggling, pulled off the bed by the bodyguards, and forced to bow my head and apologize to Chloe.
“I’m sorry.”
After saying it, I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood.
“Do you accept her apology?” Julian curved his lips, looking at Chloe in his arms.
Chloe nodded, then said with a firm expression, “Mr. Blackwood, thank you for your deep affection, but we’re over. My parents won’t allow me to be a mistress, and I won’t allow my parents to be hurt again.”
“That’s easy. Just don’t be a mistress.” Julian grabbed Chloe’s arm, pulled her into his embrace, and took out his phone to call his lawyer. “Prepare a divorce agreement. Give Anya Hayes a hundred million.”
My heart felt like it was being repeatedly cut. I looked at him in disbelief. The man who had once risked his life to marry me was now divorcing me for a mistress.
Julian imperiously lifted Chloe’s chin. “Once I’m divorced, you’ll be my only girlfriend.”
“Then I’ll give you one more chance. If you betray me, I’ll leave immediately.” Chloe hugged Julian, and in a corner he couldn’t see, she smirked triumphantly at me.
Julian gave a doting smile, then took her hand and left, leaving me sitting alone on the floor.
I watched their retreating backs and let out a light laugh, a painful laugh that soon turned into a flood of tears.
Not long after, Julian’s lawyer arrived with the divorce agreement. “Mrs. Blackwood, Mr. Blackwood instructed you to sign, but he said this is all just temporary. Once he’s had his fun, he’ll return to the family and remarry you to have children.”
“There’s a hundred million on this card. There are still two weeks until your wedding anniversary. After the anniversary, Mr. Blackwood hopes you’ll take the money and travel for a while, giving him enough private space. But don’t worry, he’ll remarry you when you return.”
I stared at the divorce agreement, lost in thought. Did Julian truly believe I couldn’t live without him?
But he was wrong. I couldn’t live without him before because I loved him.
But now, I no longer wanted to love him.
I signed the divorce agreement without hesitation, and also accepted the card and plane ticket.
In the following days, Julian conspicuously took Chloe to various events.
She refused to wear haute couture or expensive jewelry, always opting for a plain dress, with long straight hair or a high ponytail, and minimal, natural makeup. She was like a breath of fresh air in the stuffy elite circles.
Julian publicly professed his love, praising her uniqueness, which led many socialites to imitate her style. Designers even drew inspiration from her for their new collections.
To treat Chloe’s amblyopia, Julian spent millions arranging for specialists from various countries to form a consultation team.
Congenital amblyopia was irreversible, but they had a way to prevent her condition from worsening.
Julian flew into a rage, almost going as far as to threaten to damage his own eyesight, just to share her condition.
I lay alone in my hospital bed, feeling utterly desolate, staring at the continuous news updates of Julian and Chloe’s affectionate displays on Ins. My heart slowly died.
It turned out Julian’s love for me could be replicated. He could do so many crazy things for another woman.
I went to see my comatose brother, Leo. Three years ago, he was in a car accident on his way to school. Julian had brought in the world’s top medical team, snatching him back from the brink of death.
But he never woke up, kept alive only by machines and medication.
Now, holding Leo’s hand, my eyes welled up. “Leo, big sister is leaving. Before I go, I’ll take you somewhere else.”
“I used to think Julian Blackwood was my lifelong happiness, but I’ve realized I was wrong.”
I felt like I’d found an outlet, pouring out all my grievances and sorrow.
It was past lunchtime before I wiped away my tears and reluctantly left the hospital.
I first went to the government registry office to file for new identities for myself and Leo. Using a special expedited channel, I would receive them in seven business days.
Then I went to the mansion Julian had given me, gathered all the gifts I had treasured, and contacted an auction house to consign them. After that, I found a small law firm to handle the transfer of ownership, returning the mansion to Julian.
Finally, I returned to the villa, searching for the gifts I had personally made for Julian. They were all sentimental trinkets, yet Julian used to love them to death.
Now, I threw them one by one into the fire. In the blazing flames, our sweet past with Julian flashed before my eyes. We had truly loved each other deeply.
But that happiness was as fragile as a bubble.
As the flames died out, our past disappeared with them.
Unbeknownst to me, tears had already streamed down my face. I wiped them away and turned, only to come face to face with Julian, who had an inquisitive look, and Chloe, who appeared cool and detached.
“What are you burning?” Julian looked at me, his expression unreadable.
I froze for a moment, then spoke softly, “Some things I no longer need.”
Julian nodded indifferently and then ordered, “Find the jade bangle I gave you before and give it to Chloe.”
Even though I had decided to leave, my heart still ached. That bangle was a Blackwood family heirloom, meant only for the eldest daughter-in-law.
Now, Julian actually wanted to give it to Chloe.
My fingertips curled slightly, but I finally nodded. “Okay, I’ll go look for it now.”
We were already divorced; that bangle no longer belonged to me anyway.
Chloe voluntarily followed me upstairs to get the bangle. Looking at the dazzling array of clothes and jewelry in the walk-in closet, a hint of jealousy and resentment flashed in her eyes, though her expression remained calm.
I took out a pear wood box and handed it to Chloe, not noticing the sinister glint in her eyes.
“Anya Hayes, you’re already divorced. Why aren’t you leaving yet? It’s really pathetic,” Chloe taunted from behind me.
“You don’t need to worry about it, I’ll leave,” I said, giving her a faint glance. I would leave this place and give everything to Chloe.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me a favor. It’s not something you’re giving me; it’s something I fought for myself. Anya Hayes, I will never allow anyone to hinder my path forward.” Chloe showed a different side of herself, her eyes full of malice.
She took out the bangle, smashed it fiercely on the ground, then raised her hand and pushed me down the stairs.
“Ah!” I cried out, unprepared, tumbling down the stairs. My forehead hit something, gushing blood instantly.
Chloe then sat on the ground and mercilessly used a shard of the broken jade to cut her own leg.
“Mr. Blackwood, quick, save Miss Hayes!”
The loud crash startled Julian. He glanced at me, covered in blood, but unhesitatingly stepped upstairs, picking up Chloe.
His gaze fell on Chloe’s bleeding leg, and his eyes turned cold. “Did she hurt you?”
Chloe nodded without a hint of pretense, looking coldly at me downstairs. “I know I don’t deserve this bangle. She’d rather destroy it than give it to me. I just didn’t expect her to roll down the stairs herself to frame me.”
Julian shot me a look, then called for the maids to tend to Chloe’s wound. “I’ll take you to get that bandaged first. I’ll handle this.”
Moments later, Julian had his bodyguards drag me into the living room.
“Baby, why are you getting more and more disobedient?” Julian looked down at me. “I told you, don’t touch her.”
I struggled to prop myself up, meeting his gaze through my blood-red vision, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, “She pushed me down the stairs!”
Perhaps anticipating my words, Julian sneered, “Why are you always defying me lately? If you’re unwilling to admit your mistake, then it’s time for some family discipline.”
“Julian Blackwood! Why won’t you check the surveillance?” I struggled in a panic.
“No need. Chloe wouldn’t lie to me. You, on the other hand, have been too jealous lately, always making me angry.” Julian waved his hand, and Alfred brought over a rattan cane.
My body trembled uncontrollably. Julian’s favoritism for his plaything had reached such an extent.
*Whack!*
He gave me no chance to defend myself. The rattan cane whipped across my back with a sickening crack, tearing skin and drawing blood that soaked through my clothes. The pain made me bite my lip so hard I tasted blood.
Under Julian’s cold gaze, I gave up begging, closing my eyes in despair, enduring the agonizing blows one after another.
I remembered years ago when Grandpa Arthur didn’t approve of Julian marrying me. He had Julian beaten for three days and three nights in a secluded part of the family manor, a full three hundred strokes, until he was on the verge of death. Yet, Julian never gave up.
Even in a coma, he had cried out that he would marry no one but Anya Hayes, loving only her for his entire life.
He said I was more important than his own life, that he would never let me suffer the slightest injustice, and that he would let the whole world know Anya Hayes was his wife.
But now, for another woman, he was accusing me of baseless crimes and inflicting family discipline upon me.
Julian Blackwood, were you and Chloe truly just “having fun”?
I woke up a day later. The wounds on my back had been treated, and I no longer felt the pain.
Julian sat by my side, smoking casually. Through the swirling smoke, his cold voice reached me. “Chloe is angry. You need to placate her.”
My expression was numb as I looked at him. “Mr. Blackwood’s meaning is?”
Hearing my formal address, Julian’s face immediately darkened. He extinguished his cigarette, then used his ash-stained fingers to trace my lips.
“Baby, don’t throw tantrums with your husband.” A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.
My heart lurched. I suddenly remembered Grandpa Arthur’s warning to me.
*“Julian Blackwood only likes obedient dogs. If you are determined to stay by his side, you must be prepared to always be an obedient dog!”*
At the time, I didn’t understand, thinking Grandpa Arthur was exaggerating to break us up.
Now, I somewhat understood Grandpa Arthur’s words. Julian’s love was possessive, selfish. He was the dominant force, and I could only cling to him.
I lowered my gaze, hiding the fear in my eyes, and obediently nodded. “I understand.”
“Prepare a piece to perform. Chloe wants to hear a violin solo.” Julian touched the top of my head with satisfaction, then personally applied medicine to my back.
Everywhere his fingers touched, I felt a chilling cold.
That night, I wore a long-sleeved champagne-colored luxurious gown, adorned with diamond jewelry, and was driven to the banquet venue by a chauffeur.
The banquet was held at the largest hotel under Blackwood Corp. Almost the entire city’s upper crust was present.
The ladies mostly wore simple, fresh dresses and minimal, natural makeup. My elaborate attire made me stand out awkwardly.
The moment I appeared, I became the subject of everyone’s whispers – disdain, pity, ridicule, mockery…
“Is she here to put on a show? A girl from the wrong side of the tracks is still a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, so classless. She wants to hang every expensive thing on herself.”
“Mr. Blackwood doesn’t want her anymore. She’s desperately trying to win him back, like a pathetic clown.”
“Can’t even compare to a single strand of Miss Evans’s hair. Ugly duckling.”
All sorts of voices entered my ears, making me feel incredibly oppressed.
I remembered attending a banquet with Julian once. Someone had mocked me for my impoverished past, and Julian had immediately ordered that person to be silenced in a terrifying, permanent way, declaring that anyone who dared to speak ill of me would disappear from the city.
People in this circle were opportunistic. Knowing Julian no longer cared for me, they discussed and mocked me without restraint.
Their mocking stopped only when Julian and Chloe appeared.
I followed everyone’s gaze. Chloe wore a light-colored spaghetti strap dress, her hair in a high ponytail, her chin held high with pride.
I suddenly understood why Julian treated Chloe differently. Chloe carried a shadow of my younger self. When I was first brought into the Blackwood household, I was also this free and easy, not feeling inferior because of my past.
But it was he who said he disliked my bold and unrestrained manner, telling me to be gentle and obedient…
My eyes dimmed, and an indescribable irritation welled up in my heart. Seeing everyone fawning over Chloe, I turned to leave.
“Mr. Blackwood, didn’t you say you prepared a performance for me?” Chloe’s arrogant voice rang out, and my steps faltered, stopping me in my tracks.
Everyone around cautiously observed Julian’s expression. No one had ever dared to speak to him with such an attitude.
Even the once-favored Anya, had always been cautious and obedient in front of him.
Julian didn’t mind at all, a smile always playing on his lips, indulging Chloe’s arrogance and disrespect.
“Hmm,” he said, guiding Chloe to a seat. He snapped his fingers, and immediately someone approached me with a violin.
I turned, met everyone’s gaze, and took the violin, gripping it tightly. My gaze swept through the crowd to Julian, my heart growing even more numb.
I loved the violin and wanted to join an orchestra. Yet, Julian had said no one but him could hear me play; everything about me was exclusively his.
I gave a self-deprecating laugh. His principles could be shattered by a single Chloe.
I took a deep breath and began to play Adagio in G minor. The mournful notes echoed in the air, like sounds of a breaking heart, incredibly sorrowful.
This piece declared the end of my relationship with Julian.
From now on, I no longer loved Julian Blackwood.
Julian frowned. A thick sadness enveloped me, making him feel inexplicably irritated and uneasy.
“Enough,” Chloe suddenly interrupted my performance. “It’s too sad. It’s ruining the atmosphere. You divorced Mr. Blackwood voluntarily; I didn’t force you. There’s no need to play the victim here and seek pity.”
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Seraphina pushed open the booth door, just in time to hear a group of men inside discussing the brutal impact of first love.
“Your turn, Julian, we’ve all spilled, you can’t back out now.”
Hearing that name, Seraphina’s hand on the doorknob froze.
After a long, heavy silence, Julian took a slow sip of his drink. A moment later, a low, husky voice, laced with the burn of his drink, finally broke the quiet.
“I have her name tattooed near my heart. It’s never been removed.”
“My biker jacket has a bloodstain from our very first time together. I’ve kept it, always.”
“My current girlfriend? She’s her stand-in.”
Each word struck Seraphina like a bolt of lightning. She felt her blood run cold, as if she’d plunged into an icy abyss.
She, a mere stand-in for his first love?!
The booth went silent for a beat, then erupted into a roar of cheers.
“Holy sh*t, dude! That’s intense!”
“Only you, Julian. You just won the whole damn game in three sentences. You’re a hopeless romantic, man.”
“Heard Elara is returning from abroad soon. Since you’ve never forgotten her, won’t you two rekindle things? All those years of pining wouldn’t be for nothing. But what about your current girlfriend? Isn’t she your sister’s best friend? If you screw this up, they won’t even be friends anymore, will they?”
Julian went silent, just for a beat. He didn’t answer.
Seeing someone inside the booth about to step out, a pale Seraphina jolted awake. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled downstairs.
Outside, it was pouring rain, but she walked right into it, as if she’d lost all sensation. The icy needles of rain lashed against her face, mixing with her own hot tears as they streamed down.
Her eyes blurred with tears, the words she’d just heard echoing endlessly in her mind. Memories, like a slow tide, began to surge.
Cole Remington was her best friend’s older brother, four years her senior.
The first time she ever saw him, she and Skylar were cornered in an alley, being harassed by a group of bullies. They were at their wit’s end when Cole appeared on his motorcycle. He unlatched his helmet with a long, clean hand, his voice cool as he asked, “Are you the ones bothering my kid sister?”
The moment he took off his helmet, revealing his face, Aurora Hayes felt her heart pound. Skylar had often gushed about her incredibly handsome older brother, but seeing him in person still took Aurora’s breath away. What was even more impressive was how effortlessly he took down the bullies with just a few high kicks, leaving them completely defeated.
Back then, every girl in high school had a crush, except for her. But that day, she found hers. She fell for her best friend’s brother.
As she entered college, her features matured and she grew into her looks. Egged on by Skylar, Aurora finally mustered the courage to pursue Cole. She prepared thoughtful breakfasts every day, constantly engineered “chance” encounters, and meticulously researched his hobbies to find topics of conversation. She pulled out all the stops, but Cole always treated her like a kid, distant and indifferent. Only occasionally would he lose himself for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face.
It wasn’t until that day, when he was driving her home and an accident seemed imminent, that she threw herself in front of him without a second thought. Luckily, the brakes engaged just in time. She wasn’t seriously injured, just a nail-sized cut near her eye where it had grazed the seat. It was a minor scratch, but Cole was uncharacteristically agitated. He insisted on taking her to the hospital and repeatedly asked the doctor if it would scar. Only after receiving reassurance did he finally relax, then immediately scolded her, demanding to know why she’d lunged at him, asking if she had a death wish.
Aurora looked at him, her eyes shining brightly, her affection completely unconcealed. “Because I like you, Cole.”
Cole froze, then gave a cold, cynical smile. “Like? You’re just a kid. Do you even know what ‘like’ means? How long do you think that ‘like’ will last?”
“Forever!” she declared without hesitation. “Cole, I’ll like you forever.”
Perhaps it was the unwavering conviction in her tone, the sheer sincerity, that made Cole reach out for the first time and gently touch her cheek. He sighed, finally speaking the words she’d longed to hear. “Aurora, let’s give it a try.”
From that day on, they were officially a couple. For three years, Cole, despite his reserved nature, was always there for her in the ways that mattered. Aurora never dared to ask for more. Until tonight, when a conversation she overheard shattered her self-made dream.
The truth was, his occasional distracted stares at her face were because she was a substitute. The truth was, his fear of her face being injured was because she was a substitute. And the truth was, whenever they were intimate, he liked to look at her face…
It was because she was a substitute.
She sobbed uncontrollably, drenched and heartbroken, until she returned home, completely drained of strength, and collapsed helplessly on the floor. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly came back to herself. The tear tracks on her face had dried, and her mind felt clear. Aurora pulled a business card from her bag. It was given to her two weeks ago at a bar by a talent scout, after she impulsively sang an original song she’d written for Cole. He said she had an excellent voice and striking looks, asking if she was interested in becoming a singer. The company would take her abroad for three years of secret training, turning her into an A-list star.
Singing was Aurora’s greatest passion, and she’d certainly harbored dreams of stardom. But to stay by Cole’s side, she’d refused the scout’s offer. Yet he’d insisted on leaving his contact information.
Now, knowing the truth, there was no longer any reason for her to stay. Gazing at the number on the card, Aurora raised her cold, pale hand and dialed. The moment it connected, she cleared her hoarse, tired voice and spoke softly. “Hello, this is Aurora Hayes. I accept your offer to sign.”
“Miss Hayes! You finally made up your mind? Great! Let’s connect on SnapChat and meet tomorrow.”
Hearing the delighted voice on the other end, Aurora nodded, then quietly added him on SnapChat. Shortly after the call ended, she heard footsteps approaching the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Cole walked in, holding an umbrella. Seeing her sitting on the floor, disheveled, he frowned. “Why are you all wet?”
“Forgot my umbrella.”
Her damp hair obscured Aurora’s face, and as the sensor light dimmed, Cole couldn’t see her expression. He ruffled her hair. “Still acting like a kid. Remember to check the weather forecast next time.” Aurora didn’t respond. After he turned and entered the bathroom, she slowly pushed herself up, her body half-numb, and went to the other bathroom.
After showering, she lay in bed, staring blankly at the white wall. A moment later, Cole slid under the covers beside her. The familiar scent of cedar wood filled her nostrils, and Aurora couldn’t help but recall what had happened that afternoon. She found herself hugging him, then slowly, slowly, pulling up Cole’s pajama shirt. Just an inch above his heart, three letters were distinctly tattooed:
JZY!
This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the tattoo. In moments of passion, she’d glimpsed it countless times, curious but never daring to ask. Now, seeing it again, her eyes welled up. Her voice, low and choked, asked, “What do these three letters mean?”
Cole paused for two seconds, his gaze following hers downward. His voice was soft, yet imbued with an endless tenderness and affection she hadn’t felt from him in three years. “It means something very important.” He paused, as if misunderstanding her intention to pull up his shirt. “Alright, you got caught in the rain today, so I’ll leave you alone. Get some sleep.” With that, he gently pushed her hand away, pulled down his shirt, and turned off the light.
The bedroom plunged into a suffocating silence. Only her silent tears continued to flow, dissolving into the boundless darkness of the night.
The next morning, Cole was up early. Skipping breakfast, he was putting on his shoes, ready to leave. Seeing the relentless rain outside and remembering how much he hated going out in such weather, Aurora called out to him. “Don’t you have any flights scheduled recently? Why are you going out?”
Cole seemed in good spirits, a faint smile gracing his usually cool eyes. He picked up his umbrella, twisted the doorknob, and said, “I have some important things to take care of. You stay home and be good.” His last words faded just as the door clicked shut.
Watching his receding figure, Aurora silently turned back to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on his phone, which was vibrating endlessly on the bedside table. She picked it up and saw the SnapChat chat interface. At the top center of the screen, the name of the chat partner appeared: Seraphina.
“What time’s your flight today? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t leave the terminal, I’ll drive to pick you up.”
That eager tone, that concerned voice, was a stark contrast to his cool “remember to check the weather forecast” from last night. So, when it was pouring rain, he *would* go out to pick up someone he truly cared about.
Aurora had only glanced at it when she heard footsteps at the door. She put the phone down and slipped into the walk-in closet before Cole entered the room. By the time she finished her makeup and came out, the phone was gone, and the house was empty. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs to hail a cab.
Upon arriving at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Aurora spotted Mr. Davis, the talent scout, waiting for her at the entrance. After exchanging pleasantries, they went into a private room. Mr. Davis thoroughly explained the training plan and future career development, then produced a contract. Seeing the bold red “Luminara Records” seal on it, Aurora paused. Luminara Records was one of the top entertainment companies globally; countless people fought tooth and nail to get in. And she had almost given it all up.
She offered a self-deprecating smile, then, without hesitation, signed her name. After receiving the signed contract, Mr. Davis’s face lit up with a look of having struck gold, his eyes crinkling with a wide smile. “Miss Hayes, when you refused me before, I truly felt it was such a waste. But I’m glad you came around. A true gem wasn’t left hidden after all. Don’t worry, Luminara’s strength in the industry is top-tier. We will definitely get you onto the most dazzling stage. This training will be an intensive, closed-door program. Go home, prepare, and we’ll depart in fifteen days.”
Aurora made a mental note of the date and bid him a polite farewell.
On her way home, Cole’s call suddenly came through, his voice incredibly urgent. “You’re not home?” She paused, about to speak, when she heard him again the next second: “No matter where you are, come to City General Hospital right now!”
In all their time together, Aurora had never heard him sound so anxious. She hesitated for a few seconds, then told the driver to turn around. When she arrived at the ER, she saw Cole standing there, perfectly fine. It wasn’t him who was hurt, then it must be…
Before she could even ask what had happened, a nurse led her into an adjacent room. “You’re O-negative, right?” Aurora, confused, nodded. The nurse immediately asked about her health and then plunged a thick needle directly into her skin. The sharp sting in her arm made her wince, and she realized with a jolt that she was donating blood.
As the nurse monitored the blood flow, she chatted with Aurora. “Sweetheart, what’s your relationship with that handsome guy outside? His girlfriend was in a car accident outside the airport and was rushed in. He was frantic, even pulled strings to get our chief of staff here. The hospital’s blood bank was low, and he kept making call after call, finally calling you. He must be madly in love with his girlfriend.”
Hearing those words, Aurora felt her heart clench. It was as if a pair of hands had gripped her heart tightly and then released it, yet she still couldn’t breathe, the lingering pain refusing to fade. So, Cole had called her here just to make her donate blood for Seraphina Thorne?! Not to mention how hurtful it was to have a substitute donate blood for the original, but he clearly knew she suffered from severe anemia… Had he forgotten, or did he simply not care in his desperation to save Seraphina?
After the blood draw, she sat there for a full half-hour before slowly recovering. During that time, Cole never once came to check on her or ask a single question. It was easy to guess he was still by Seraphina’s side. Of course, she was just a substitute; how could she ever deserve his pity? Aurora gave a self-deprecating smile, then, leaning on the wall, she walked out and saw the operating room light switch off. The doctor pushed the patient out, and Cole quickly strode forward, his face etched with anxiety, following the gurney into the patient room.
Through the window, Aurora watched him sitting by the bed, tightly holding Seraphina’s pale hands, his face a mix of fervent pleading and lingering terror. Her breath caught in her throat. In her memory, no matter what happened, Cole had always maintained a calm and detached demeanor, as if nothing concerned him. In the five years she’d known him, this was the first time she’d seen such an expression.
This, then, was how he truly loved someone.
For the next four or five days, Cole didn’t return home. Aurora knew he was at the hospital and didn’t contact him. She did three things. First, she submitted her resignation to her company. Second, she pulled out her suitcase and began packing. Third, she marked her departure date on the calendar. Watching the days draw nearer, her deeply confused heart slowly began to settle.
On the first clear day after the rainy season ended, Cole finally came home. Almost immediately, he noticed that something was off in the apartment. He saw the cardboard boxes by the wall and frowned. “Why did you bring all your office things home?” Then he spotted the luggage in the bedroom, his breathing hitching slightly. “Why are you suddenly packing?” Finally, he saw the calendar on the wall with a circle drawn around a date, and turned to her. “What’s the circle on the 30th mean?”
Three questions in a row made Aurora pause her actions. She didn’t hide anything. “I found a job I prefer recently, so I resigned. I’m packing because I’m moving somewhere quite far away. The 30th is the day I leave.” Taking a soft breath, she prepared to tell him about her departure and their breakup. “Do you have a moment? There’s something very important I want to discuss with you, I…”
Mid-sentence, Cole’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing Seraphina Thorne’s name on the screen, he quickly answered. Through the receiver, Seraphina’s sweet voice came through. “Cole, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. My friends are throwing a welcome-back party for me. Want to come?”
Cole was about to agree, but then seemed to remember something, glancing at Aurora. “What were you just saying you wanted to talk about? Was it important?”
With that question, what else was there for her to understand? She shook her head. “No, it’s not important. If you have something to do, go ahead.”
Hearing that unfamiliar voice, Seraphina chuckled, surprised. “Your girlfriend’s there too? Then bring her along! She’s the one who donated blood for me, right? I haven’t properly thanked her yet.”
Cole froze at the mention of blood donation, instinctively covering the receiver and moving aside. What they discussed, Aurora didn’t know, but Cole left the house with her. She hadn’t even had a chance to refuse when he eagerly ushered her into the car.
On the way, he offered a brief explanation for what had happened a few days prior. “The person who just called is… a friend of mine. She was in a car accident shortly after returning to the country a few days ago, and the hospital’s blood bank was low. I remembered you two have the same blood type, and the situation was urgent, so I called you. I didn’t have time to explain. Have you been upset about it these past few days, since you haven’t messaged me?”
“No, I have anemia, so I’ve been resting these past few days, which is why I haven’t contacted you.” Aurora’s tone was flat, as if she didn’t care at all.
Seeing her pale face, Cole’s heart clenched, and a wave of guilt washed over him. *Right, how could he have forgotten her anemia?* He was about to apologize and ask what gift she wanted as compensation, but she had already closed her eyes, seemingly indifferent. In the end, he could only stop himself from speaking.
The two got out of the car and walked directly to the designated private room. But as soon as they pushed open the door, they felt the oppressive atmosphere in the room. It was supposed to be a welcome-back party, but almost everyone present was male, mostly Cole’s friends. They all looked at him, hesitant, as if wanting to say something. But before they could speak, Seraphina smiled and greeted them, “You’re here.” Her gaze fell on Aurora’s face, and she paused, then smiled again. “So this is your little girlfriend? She looks so young. Thanks for donating blood for me last time, you actually saved my life, you know. From now on, if you ever need anything, just ask, and I’ll be there.”
Aurora forced a smile. “You flatter me.”
Seraphina chuckled, told them to sit anywhere, and then went to greet other newly arrived guests. Though Seraphina wasn’t near, Cole’s gaze remained fixed on her. Seeing her chatting and laughing with other men, his face immediately darkened. When he saw her take a few extra bites of a macaroon, he silently instructed a server to bring all the macaroons in the club to her table. When a champagne tower was accidentally knocked over and threatened to fall on her, he immediately rose and shielded her in his arms. “Careful!”
Sharp glass shards cut his left hand in several places. Everyone urged him to go to the hospital to get it treated. But he just casually wrapped a silk scarf around it, completely unconcerned. “Minor injury, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Watching the white silk scarf stain red with blood, Aurora put the car keys she had just taken out back into her bag. The room was quiet for a few minutes, then quickly regained its lively atmosphere. At eight o’clock, seeing that everyone was having a good time, Seraphina picked up the microphone and announced loudly, “Everyone’s here now, so I can finally announce something important!”
“I’m sure you all know I broke up with my ex before coming back. I called everyone here today for a blind date. I’m looking for a new boyfriend!”
At that, everyone fearfully looked at Cole. He said nothing, just stared intently at her, crushing the glass in his hand! Blood covered his hand, but Seraphina was oblivious, instead raising her glass to him with a smile. “Cole, I didn’t call you here for nothing. I need you to help me vet these guys, tell me which of your friends is a good match for me?”
The private room fell silent. Seeing everyone’s evasive glances and Cole’s darkened face, Aurora finally understood why the atmosphere had been so strange when they first arrived. Just as everyone was on edge, a guy sitting in the middle suddenly stood up. “I…” Before he could even finish “need to use the restroom,” Cole flipped the table in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping over the guy. “You dare to say yes, you damn well try me?!”
Suddenly challenged, the friend was speechless, unsure whether to stand or sit. Cole, his hand clenched and bloody, walked up to Seraphina, his eyes red and his voice trembling with accusation. “Seraphina Thorne, sometimes I really wonder if you have a heart.” With that, he turned and left the private room without looking back, slamming the door shut.
He had completely forgotten he’d left his girlfriend behind.
With things escalating like this, the welcome party couldn’t continue. Aurora offered a self-deprecating smile and headed to the restroom. As she walked down the hallway, she heard Cole’s friends arguing with Seraphina Thorne.
“Seraphina, what are you thinking? Why do you insist on pulling stunts to anger Cole? You, more than anyone, should know he’s always wanted to get back with you, right? He’s been so obsessed with you, who among us would dare make a move?”
“Just because he wants to get back together, I should agree? With no sincerity at all?”
“Sincerity? Damn it, what more sincerity do you want?! Do you have any idea what he’s been through all these years? In our circles, you don’t see this kind of devotion. He, a golden boy from a powerful family, how crazy has he been for you?”
“After you broke up and went abroad, he drank every day, almost killing himself. The moment you’d post on Ins about liking something, he’d immediately buy it, no matter the cost, then fly abroad overnight to secretly leave it at your doorstep. A while ago, you told your best friend you hadn’t seen fireworks in ages, and he immediately arranged a grand fireworks show in Paris. Don’t tell me you didn’t know any of this…”
Hearing the friend’s indignant tone, Aurora’s hand trembled slightly. In the years they had been together, Cole had often disappeared mysteriously. It turned out it was all for Seraphina.
The argument in the hallway intensified, but Seraphina seemed utterly unconcerned. “He’s willing to do all that for me, it’s not like I forced him. Besides, they’re just minor things, what’s the big deal? Let’s see him risk his life for me one day.”
“Seraphina, you’re just taking advantage of Cole’s love and pushing your luck! One day, when his patience runs out and he stops loving you, you’ll regret it!”
“Stop loving me? Laughable. He even found a girlfriend who’s my substitute. How could he not love me? My business with him is none of your concern!” Seraphina’s tone was full of certainty. After saying that, she turned around, smug, only to come face to face with Aurora, who was standing not far away!
Seeing her there, everyone froze. Seraphina, however, quickly recovered. With Cole gone, she dropped her polite facade and swept a pitying glance over Aurora. “You heard all that? Good. Otherwise, it would be too pathetic to remain in the dark. Little girl, you’re nothing but a minor character in Cole and my story. I advise you to cut your losses and leave now.” With that, she clicked away on her high heels.
The hallway instantly fell silent, leaving Cole’s friends red-faced and stammering explanations. “Aurora, it’s not what you heard, it’s… it’s…” They desperately wanted to explain, but couldn’t find the right words. Because everyone knew the truth was exactly as it seemed. Seeing how nervous they were, Aurora didn’t want to make it harder for them. She asked nothing, simply turned and left.
As she reached the ground floor, hailing a cab, a rose-colored sports car suddenly sped past, splashing through a puddle. Dirty water splattered all over Aurora, drenching half her clothes. She frowned, looking up, and saw Seraphina’s gloating face behind the car window. “Little extra, if you don’t wise up and leave on your own, you might end up even more pathetic than this!” With that, she drove off.
Aurora pulled tissues from her bag and slowly wiped the water from her face. She tossed the wet tissues into a bin, then looked up at the clear blue sky, a single tear falling. *An extra?* No, she was never anyone’s extra. Cole Remington was simply written out of her script.
Back home, Aurora’s mood had settled. She ate something, showered, and then rested. At three in the morning, the bedroom light suddenly flickered on. A drunken Cole stumbled in, grabbing the startled Aurora and pulling her into his arms. “Why do you have to torment me like this? You know I can’t let you go, why won’t you give me another chance?”
“You know I like you, yet you go on blind dates right in front of me. Do you enjoy humiliating me? Are you happy seeing me suffer for you? Fine, I’m in pain. I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you’re still mine.”
Seeing the agony on his face, Aurora exerted some strength and struggled out of his embrace. She watched him collapse onto the bed, still mumbling Seraphina’s name, and offered a self-deprecating smile. *So this is what you’re like when you love someone.* *So our three years together really meant nothing to you.* Her eyes red, she picked up a pillow and left the bedroom, turning off the light. The room plunged back into darkness. Cole continued to ramble in his drunken stupor, but no one was listening.
The next day, Cole didn’t wake until noon. His head felt like it was splitting from the hangover as he forced himself to sit up. Aurora was by the window, tidying small trinkets. Seeing her back, a vague memory flashed in his mind, and he froze. “I drank too much yesterday. Did I say anything dumb?” Seeing her shake her head, Cole’s suspended heart slowly eased. He raised a hand to rub his temple, pulled at a wound, and winced.
Aurora, who had just turned around, saw the untreated wound on his hand, inflamed from drinking. Cole was a pilot; he’d need to fly again. Only now did he remember he needed to take care of it. “Where’s the first-aid kit?”
Aurora said nothing, turning to retrieve the first-aid kit from the living room. “It has everything you could need.”
Cole couldn’t help but chuckle. “How could it have everything…?” But when he opened it, seeing the orderly array of medicines, from cold remedies to stomach pills, he froze. “You… prepared all this?”
Aurora nodded. “Yes. You’re a pilot, you can’t get hurt, so I prepared the medicine very carefully, just in case you needed it in a hurry.”
At her words, Cole’s mind buzzed, and he suddenly remembered a cascade of things he’d belatedly realized. He thought of the countless nights he’d returned home drunk, and how she’d tirelessly brewed hangover cures for him; how she’d immediately looked up recipes and learned to cook anything he casually mentioned wanting to eat; how, over the years, whenever he had been sick, big or small, she’d always known how to handle it… He remembered when they first started dating, Skylar had repeatedly told him that Aurora was a pampered princess who never had to lift a finger at home and that he needed to fulfill his duties as a boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, yet in this relationship, Aurora had always been the one taking care of him.
In that moment, Cole was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He looked at her, his face full of shame, wanting to say something. But then he saw her pick up her bag, seemingly not intending to treat his wound, but preparing to leave. He was surprised. “Are you going out?”
Aurora hummed, putting on her hat. “Skylar and I planned to have lunch together.” Cole then remembered his sister had just returned from a trip. He quickly grabbed the medicine, hastily treated his hand, and followed her to the entryway. “I’ll drive you.”
Aurora was about to refuse, but he took her hand directly, grabbed his car keys, and led her out the door. Once in the car, Cole set the GPS while asking about their afternoon plans. Hearing they were going shopping, he was about to offer to join them when his phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at it, pulled the car to the side of the road, and looked at Aurora apologetically. “I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a message about a last-minute flight assignment. Aurora, can you take a cab?”
Aurora had seen his flight mission notification, so she knew he wasn’t lying. She nodded and opened the car door. After his car disappeared from sight, she hailed a taxi.
When she arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, Skylar had already placed their order. She excitedly pulled out a gift and presented it to Aurora, her voice brimming with joy. “Ta-da! My travel gift! Open it quickly and see if you like it!” Aurora placed the gift on her lap, not opening it immediately. Instead, she looked up at Skylar, her expression serious. “Skylar, there’s something I want to tell you. I… plan to break up with your brother and then go to Vienna for advanced studies. It’ll probably be for three years.”
Skylar’s eyes widened. “What?! Why so sudden? You two were doing so well, why break up?”
Aurora smiled, telling her the truth. “Because your brother doesn’t like me. He only got together with me because I look like his ex-girlfriend. He’s always treated me as a substitute.” She had long since made peace with it, so she spoke without emotion. But Skylar, upon hearing this, was instantly enraged. She slammed her hand on the table, her voice filled with disbelief. “Ex-girlfriend? Who? That Seraphina Thorne? When they broke up, Cole seemed to be drunk all the time. After all these years, he still hasn’t gotten over her? How does that Seraphina even look like you? You’re so much prettier than her! My brother ignores you, someone who’s completely devoted to him, and still thinks about her, even using you as her substitute?!”
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Finally, she abandoned her meal. After inquiring about Cole’s whereabouts for a while, she stormed out. Aurora knew Skylar was always very afraid of her brother, but now she was sticking up for her like this. Aurora was deeply touched, but she had already decided to let Cole go and didn’t want things to get ugly, so she quickly tried to stop her. But despite her efforts, Skylar still rushed to the Nightfall Club.
At the private room door, just as she was about to push it open, she saw Seraphina standing in the center of the crowd, looking haughtily at Cole. “If you want me to forgive you so badly, fine. Give me a piggyback ride, and I’ll consider it.”
At her words, Cole hadn’t even spoken, but several of his friends immediately bristled, stepping forward to intervene. “Seraphina Thorne, you’re going too far! You were the one in the wrong that day, making a big deal about picking a boyfriend, which made Cole angry enough to storm out!” “Now you casually say you want to see him, and Cole, to make you happy, even pushed off an urgent last-minute work assignment and came here to apologize without even changing out of his uniform. Why are you being so unreasonable!” “Exactly! Cole is no ordinary person. No one in this city’s most exclusive circles would dare speak so arrogantly to him. How can you humiliate him like this!”
Facing these accusations, Seraphina remained unfazed. “I don’t care about any of that. He was so fierce that day, he scared me. So, I want him to apologize like this. Besides, what’s wrong with giving the person you like a piggyback ride? If he’s too high and mighty, he shouldn’t have come to me.”
Amidst the swirling arguments, Cole’s face was cold. A moment later, he met Seraphina’s spoiled gaze and said in a low voice, “If I give you a ride, will you stop looking for boyfriends?”
“Yes.”
Receiving her firm answer, Cole unbuttoned the top few buttons of his pilot uniform and slowly bent down. “Get on.” Everyone’s mouths hung open, their eyes wide with shock. Seeing Seraphina triumphantly climb onto his back, Skylar, standing outside the private room, was fuming. She gritted her teeth, ready to charge in, but Aurora dragged her into the elevator.
Skylar struggled and cursed, then turned back, about to tell Aurora to let go, but she froze the moment she saw Aurora’s expression. There was no emotion on Aurora’s face, but tears were streaming down like broken pearls, pattering onto Skylar’s hand and extinguishing the fire in her heart. She quickly pulled Aurora into a hug, anxiously and tenderly wiping her tears, her own voice catching in her throat. “Aurora, don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to be with my brother anymore. I’ll introduce you to other handsome guys later, alright?” Aurora smiled, trying hard to swallow the bitterness, but her sobs wouldn’t stop. “Actually, actually, I’m not that sad. I’ve decided to let him go and start a new life.”
But why were the tears falling? Perhaps witnessing it all firsthand, remembering so many past events, she was suddenly struck by a realization. It turned out that when Cole truly loved someone, he would be affected by their emotions, he would rush to them regardless of anything, he would humble himself and soften his pride. His love would be undeniably clear for all to see.
And she had never been loved by him.
Back home, Aurora’s mood had calmed. Waking up, another day had passed, bringing her closer to her departure. She went alone to a concert of her favorite singer, recording the blue sea of glow sticks swaying with the cheering crowd. She pinned this video to the top of her Ins profile, then deleted all the posts she had shared during their relationship. Her few close friends, knowing she was pursuing her dreams, left encouraging comments.
“Aurora, I hope one day I can be your biggest fan too!”
“Future superstar, is it too much to ask for a signed autograph now?”
Cole, who had been uncontactable for days, also liked the post. Seeing the sudden red heart, Aurora was surprised. She remembered Cole never posted on Ins and never looked at other people’s posts. It wasn’t until she saw a few messages from Skylar that she understood why.
“Aurora, I got that girl’s SnapChat, it’s driving me crazy!” Below it were several screenshots of Seraphina’s daily posts: sunsets by the beach, leisurely strolls through flower fields, city lights and candlelight dinners… Each post had a comment from Cole. “Why didn’t you post the one I took?” “I heard the cherry blossoms on West Hill are blooming too. I’ll take you in a couple of days.” “Shrimp is a bit hard to peel, but since you like it, I don’t mind.” Scrolling through them, it was like a typical couple’s dating diary.
It turned out he’d been so busy monitoring Seraphina’s comments that he’d accidentally seen hers and casually liked it. Aurora offered a small smile, reassured Skylar a few times, and quietly organized all the gifts Cole had given her, the various couple’s items they’d bought, and the photos and diary entries from the past three years. She made several trips to carry them downstairs, ready to throw them away, when she saw Cole suddenly return. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile gracing his eyes. Seeing her, he paused, then veered to greet her. “What’s in the boxes? Are you throwing all this away?”
“Just some old clutter I don’t need.”
Cole nodded, handed her a cake he was holding, and bent down to help. The moment she saw the cake, Aurora froze for a second. “Why did you suddenly buy a cake?”
At her words, Cole stopped, his face slightly falling as he looked at her. “You don’t remember? Today is my birthday.”
*His birthday?* Aurora just remembered it was around this time. A month ago, she had been agonizing over what gift to get him. But after learning she was a substitute and deciding to leave, she had completely forgotten about it. After all, he would soon be her ex-boyfriend, what was the point of remembering his birthday? Seeing the fleeting look of realization on her face, Cole’s breathing deepened slightly. Many people had sent him birthday wishes this morning. Only Aurora hadn’t sent anything. He’d thought she was preparing a surprise. Had she forgotten? It wasn’t a crucial matter, but for some reason, Cole felt unsettled, a dull ache in his chest. After all, whether it was an anniversary or his birthday, the little girl used to spend ages preparing and celebrating grandly. Why had she forgotten this year? She was clearly the one who loved him most.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed several times. It was a message from Seraphina, saying she was throwing him a birthday party. Seeing the address and his friends’ teasing in the group chat, Cole clenched his phone slightly. His earlier gloom vanished, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. As he replied to the messages, he turned to leave. Aurora called out to him. “Your birthday…” Cole paused. “I have something to go do right now. When I get back later, we can celebrate together.” Aurora hummed, quietly watching him leave.
Once his figure completely disappeared, she threw all the boxes away. Recalling Cole’s overjoyed expression, she knew he wouldn’t be back to celebrate with her today. Strangely, she felt a sense of relief. The trash can was nearly full, so she casually tossed the cake in too, then turned and went upstairs.
A few hours later, Aurora received a message from Mr. Davis. “We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning.” She had just replied “ok” when a voice message from Cole’s friend suddenly came through. “Aurora, come to the Hilton Hotel. Cole’s in trouble, you need to hurry!” Listening to his frantic tone, Aurora froze. The next second, Skylar also called, her voice choked with tears. “Aurora, my brother, my brother…” Only then did she realize the seriousness of the situation, and quickly went downstairs to hail a cab.
As soon as she got out of the car, Skylar pulled Aurora and sprinted towards the lake, intermittently explaining what had happened along the way. “Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend followed her from abroad to the hotel, trying to get back together. Cole got angry and fought him. Instead of stopping them, she egged them on, threw a necklace into the lake, and said whoever retrieved it, she’d be with. Her ex was about to jump in, and my brother was going to follow him. There’s a cliff under that lake, even professional divers wouldn’t dare go down. We tried to talk him out of it for ages, but he wouldn’t listen. Aurora, please help me, he’s my only brother!”
The more she listened, the more silent Aurora became. She wanted to tell Skylar that if it involved Seraphina Thorne, a hundred of her wouldn’t be able to convince Cole. But looking at Skylar’s red, tear-filled eyes, Aurora couldn’t bring herself to speak.
When they reached the lakeside, Cole was still putting on his diving suit. Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend, fully ready, had already plunged into the lake. Watching his figure disappear beneath the surface, a cold glint flashed in Cole’s eyes, and his movements quickened. His friends around him were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, pleading endlessly. “The lake is so deep, the necklace is definitely lost. It’s pointless for anyone to go down, Cole, don’t be a fool!” “Is it worth risking your life for a woman? Cole Remington, damn it, get a grip!”
Cole didn’t hear a word. He put on his oxygen mask and shoved aside the group of people blocking his way. Skylar couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward and grabbed him, her voice filled with despair. “You’re going to die just because of her words? Brother, have you thought about Mom and Dad and me? Have you thought about Aurora? If you go today, I, Skylar Remington, will no longer have you as a brother!” The atmosphere on the scene instantly froze.
Cole stopped, turning to look steadily at his sister. After a long moment, he raised his hand, took hers, and his voice was low. “I’ll be back. Don’t tell Mom and Dad about this, and don’t tell Aurora.” With that, he peeled Skylar’s fingers off one by one, and resolutely leaped into the water.
Watching the ripples spread across the lake’s surface, Aurora stood not far away, her hands tightly clenched. The surroundings were quiet, but someone let out a soft laugh, immediately drawing all eyes. It was Seraphina Thorne. She walked haughtily up to Aurora, her face filled with triumph. “He loves me so much he’s willing to die for me. Aurora Hayes, what do you have to compare with that?”
“Seraphina Thorne, joking about someone’s life, you’re sick, go get help!” Seeing her gloating, Skylar, who was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, lunged forward and slapped her hard. Seraphina had never been treated this way and was about to retaliate, but the onlookers quickly pulled them apart. Aurora helped Skylar, comforting her for a long time until she slowly calmed down, staring blankly at the monitoring screen.
An hour later, Noah Foster, whose oxygen had run out first, surfaced. The quiet lakeside immediately became agitated. Everyone craned their necks, waiting for Cole. But another five minutes passed, and with his oxygen almost certainly depleted, they still didn’t see him. Panic set in. Only Aurora remained composed. She contacted the Hilton’s rescue team, pleading for their help. Five or six professional divers plunged into the lake. Another ten minutes passed without any movement. Skylar was on the verge of breaking down. Even Seraphina, who had been leisurely watching earlier, became anxious and uneasy. Aurora’s face showed little emotion, but her fingernails were digging deep into her palms.
Seraphina’s friends, who had been watching the drama unfold, began to speak despairingly, their voices trembling. “It’s over, it’s over. His oxygen’s been depleted for so long, and he still hasn’t been brought up. It’s probably bad news.” “If something happens, will the Remington family let us off…?” “What does that have to do with us? He’s the one who wanted to risk his life for Seraphina.”
Before they could finish, a sound suddenly came from the long-still lake surface. Several rescue personnel were dragging someone, slowly swimming towards the shore. A crowd immediately rushed forward, helping to pull the person onto land. Cole was on the verge of losing consciousness. After his oxygen mask was removed, seeing his pale face, his friends and Skylar’s eyes reddened. But he pressed his hand to his chest, his gaze fixed on Seraphina’s direction. “I… found it. The necklace…” He then slowly raised his trembling right hand. The diamond necklace, washed by the water, reflected a dazzling sparkle in the late afternoon sun. It was too brilliant. And too blinding.
His gaze remained on Seraphina, never once noticing Aurora standing nearby. She watched, helpless, as he so passionately loved another.
Cole was rushed to the hospital. Aurora stayed with Skylar, keeping vigil in the hospital room all night. At eight in the morning, her pre-set alarm went off. Seeing “Departure” noted on the screen, Skylar suddenly snapped back to reality, hugging Aurora with a reluctant embrace. “Aurora, don’t go, please don’t go. If you leave now, won’t we only see each other again in three years? By then, you’ll be a sparkling superstar, and it’ll be even harder for us to meet. I’ll miss you so much…” Aurora’s eyes also reddened as she gently patted Skylar’s back. After much coaxing, Skylar tearfully and reluctantly saw her off.
Aurora walked out of the hospital main entrance, about to hail a cab, when she suddenly paused. She had said goodbye to everyone. Except for Cole. After much thought, she decided their three-year relationship deserved a proper conclusion. She turned and went back inside. Just as she reached the hospital room door, she heard a familiar voice from within. Seraphina was in Cole’s arms, crying her eyes out. “I just wanted you to make a statement, you could have come up without the necklace, why are you so silly?” “I know you still like me. If you just broke up with her and said you wanted to be with me, I would have agreed. Couldn’t you have just softened up for me?”
Cole had waited six years for these words. But hearing them now, his heart wasn’t as happy as he’d imagined. Instead, the words “break up” made him unexpectedly think of Aurora. The image of the girl selflessly throwing herself in front of him to shield him from the car, her eyes red as she said she’d love him forever, her laughing face celebrating his birthday, her passionate and adoring expressions countless times beneath him… In an instant, his head throbbed, his mind a chaotic mess, unsure how to answer.
Just then, he inadvertently looked up, and for a fleeting moment, he saw Aurora. She stood outside the glass window, watching him steadily. Her dark eyes were like a calm lake, unruffled by any ripples. The moment their gazes met, Cole completely lost his composure. He pushed away the person in his arms and stood up, only to find that the person outside the window had vanished. He chased out, but the hallway was empty. Was it a hallucination? It must be. He hadn’t let anyone tell Aurora about him risking his life to retrieve the necklace for Seraphina, so she wouldn’t know he was hospitalized and wouldn’t come to see him. Cole’s heart pounded wildly. He had a strong feeling that something was slipping out of his control. But what exactly, he couldn’t quite grasp yet.
On the other side, Aurora had given up on saying goodbye. Back home, she quietly tore off the calendar page, placed her apartment keys on the table, then picked up her luggage and went downstairs. On the way to the airport, Aurora opened Cole Remington’s chat. After a long deliberation, she typed only three lines.
“We should break up. Thank you for taking care of me all these years.”
“I also wish you and Seraphina happiness.”
“Cole, I’m leaving. Goodbye forever.”
With one sentence, she let go of three years of emotions. With one wish for happiness, she granted him his freedom. With one “goodbye forever,” she declared there was no longer any possibility between them. From now on, he would simply be her best friend’s brother.
She pressed send. For a long time, there was no reply. Aurora knew Cole was with Seraphina now and probably had no time to check such unimportant messages. Besides, even if he did see them later when he was free, he probably wouldn’t feel any emotional波动. After all, with the person he loved by his side, why would he care about an ex-girlfriend who was just a substitute?
Before boarding, Mr. Davis handed her a new phone. “Aurora, according to the contract, you need to disconnect from the outside world starting today. This is your work phone.” Aurora nodded, took out her old phone, and made the exchange. The plane was just taking off, the broadcast was a bit noisy, and a few girls in the back were chattering non-stop. Aurora didn’t see the screen of her old phone light up just before it powered off. Nor did she hear the continuous, frantic dinging of notifications. She turned her head, looking out the airplane window at the cloudy sky turning clear, and smiled faintly. From now on, Aurora Hayes’s life would only be sunny…
Three years together, Cole Remington never imagined he would receive a breakup message from Aurora Hayes. When they first started dating, he didn’t know how long the relationship would last. A few days, a few months, a few years—it would be one of those. He had someone he couldn’t let go of in his heart, and Aurora was just a temporary port. So he had invested almost no real feelings in the relationship. Her hopeful eyes when she spoke of marriage, her tears on the verge of falling when she felt wronged… Cole had seen it all, but never truly taken it to heart.
He thought he could remain as cold as iron, treating her merely as a substitute to get through those difficult years. But when the person he had longed for in his dreams returned, he found himself not as ruthless and decisive as he’d imagined. The person who should have broken up with him early on had stayed by his side, becoming a crucial obstacle to his reunion with Seraphina. Everyone around him urged him that only a swift cut could untangle the knot. But he struggled and clung to his old love, refusing to let go, while at the same time wavering over his substitute, unable to harden his heart. He couldn’t make a choice, foolishly hoping to drag things out.
Until he saw those three messages with his own eyes. Cole felt as if his soul had been sucked out. His mind was blank, hazy, as if he were in a dream. He couldn’t tell if this was a hallucination from lack of oxygen, or the stark, inescapable reality he had to face. If it was a hallucination, why did it feel so real? If it was reality, how could Aurora break up with him? She had chased him for so many years, said she would love him forever. How could she let go so easily? Cole couldn’t make sense of it. He rubbed his eyes hard, slapped his face a few times, trying to make himself clear-headed. But when he looked down again, he still saw those two messages.
Only then did he realize that what he thought was a hallucination was very likely reality. In an instant, he shot up from the hospital bed. His slightly trembling fingers furiously tapped on the screen. “Aurora, can we talk?” “There are some things I can explain to you.” “Where are you? Home, or with Skylar?” A flurry of messages, one after another, sent rattling through the phone, but they vanished without a trace, receiving no reply. Cole’s patience slowly ran out. He couldn’t sit still any longer. He ripped the IV needle from his hand, bolted downstairs, and drove frantically home.
Skylar had only slept three hours when Cole, bursting in like a madman, woke her up. He shook her, his voice trembling. “Skylar, where’s Aurora? Where did she go?” The accumulated anger of days, mixed with the shock of being woken, made Skylar snap. She threw off the covers, stood up, and slapped Cole across the face. “Don’t you have your precious Seraphina now? Why do you care about Aurora?!”
The stinging pain on his face briefly brought Cole back to his senses. He looked at his enraged sister, a twisted expression on his face, somewhere between a smile and a cry. “I… I can explain. Just tell me where she is first?”
At his words, Skylar let out a bitter laugh. She looked at him coldly, unleashing all the words she had held back for so long. “Explain? Explain what? Explain how you used Aurora as a substitute for three years? Cole Remington, do you have to be so disgusting to Aurora, and to me?” “Where she went is none of your business! She finally put the past behind her and is starting a new life. Don’t you know a good ex should be like a dead person?” “Go find Seraphina, why don’t you? Weren’t you so desperate for her, you even abandoned your family? Go marry her and get out of the Remington family! I, Skylar Remington, don’t have a brother like you!” She seemed to be so furious that her voice was choked with tears by the end. Cole was shoved out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang. He stared at the closed door, feeling his last shred of hope shatter with that sound. *Aurora knew. She knew he had used her as a substitute?* He felt all his strength drain away, stumbling a few steps. The guilt and regret, hidden deep within his heart for so long, erupted like a volcano, completely engulfing him.
Seraphina, carrying chicken soup, walked into the hospital room and froze at the sight of the empty bed. The nurse, tidying medical equipment nearby, was muttering to herself. “What’s the rush? Even pulled out his IV.” Seraphina’s heart sank. She quickly pulled out her phone to contact Cole. No replies to messages, no answers to calls. After waiting half an hour without a response, Seraphina grew irritated. She called Noah. “Where’s Cole? Has he contacted you?” Hearing only the first part, Seraphina’s impatient expression instantly vanished. Her eyes lit up with delight. She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and leisurely left.
She hailed a cab and went directly to the Remington family estate without a word. Since Aurora had been so sensible as to break up with him, Cole was now completely in her grasp. The thought of a blissful life where she could openly boss him around and enjoy the Remington family’s resources and connections made her feel utterly elated.
When the car stopped at the villa entrance, the butler saw her and was about to announce her, but she waved him off and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the living room, Seraphina saw Cole sitting by the staircase, head down, busy on his phone. She put on a sweet smile and called his name softly. Cole seemed not to hear, not even lifting his head.
Instead, a door on the second floor opened. Skylar, in her pajamas, walked out, her eyes filled with coldness as she looked at Seraphina. “Our family doesn’t welcome just any random person. Butler, escort her out!” Seraphina never expected Skylar to treat her with such disrespect, especially in front of Cole. She swallowed her anger, but due to their social standing, she could only suppress her resentment and stiffly change the subject. “I came to see Cole. What does that have to do with you?”
“Then both of you can roll out!” Hearing Skylar’s undisguised disgust, the butler, who had been following behind, trembled and quickly gestured for Seraphina to leave. For Seraphina, this gesture was tantamount to humiliation. She stomped her foot a few times, walked up to Cole, and began to complain tearfully. “Cole, I didn’t do anything to your sister, why does she always target me?”
Cole raised his pallid, lifeless face. The light that used to shine in his eyes when he looked at her was gone. “You should go home for now.” The expected favoritism didn’t happen, and Seraphina froze. She looked at the imperious Skylar upstairs, her face filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me to leave? Cole Remington, think carefully. If I walk out that door today, even if you beg me, I will never step foot in your house again!”
Faced with her threat, Cole was at his breaking point, his voice anxious. “Please stop making a scene, can you just let me cool down for a bit?” From his tone, Seraphina sensed something was wrong with his mood. She was about to ask what had happened, but Skylar had lost her patience. “Our family doesn’t welcome people like you. Are you deaf?” The butler, who had been trying to stay out of it, heard his young lady was truly angry and dared not delay any longer. He called for some maids to escort Seraphina out. She refused to yield, and in the struggle, she overturned the coffee table. The crisp sound of glass smashing on the floor echoed, fragments scattering. The entire living room fell silent. Skylar, enraged, rushed down, ready to settle scores. But the anger that had nowhere to vent was swallowed back when she saw the figures at the doorway. “Mom, Dad, why are you back?”
In an instant, all eyes turned to the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Remington, who had flown back overnight from Europe, looked at their son, who was weak and dejected, and at the chaotic mess before them. Their worry slowly turned into displeasure. “What’s all this commotion?” The instigator shivered at the question. Seraphina quickly composed herself, putting on a docile expression. “Hello, Uncle, Auntie…” Seeing her change expressions faster than flipping a book, Skylar sneered and directly interrupted her. “Brother brought some disreputable woman home and wants to tear our house apart.” “No, it’s all a misunderstanding, Uncle, Auntie, I can explain.” Mr. and Mrs. Remington stared coldly at the unfamiliar woman for a long time, effectively silencing her. “Are you Seraphina Thorne?” Hearing Mrs. Remington’s question, Seraphina thought Cole had praised her to his parents and quickly admitted, “Yes, that’s me.”
At that answer, Mr. Remington’s face darkened, and he ruthlessly ordered her out. “See her out. And she’s not to be allowed in again!” Given the family patriarch’s command, the maids no longer dared to hesitate. They roughly dragged Seraphina out. Cole, who had been silent for a long time, saw this and forced himself to stand up. “Seraphina, she…” *Slap!* Mr. Remington delivered a harsh slap to his son, his voice filled with disappointment. “I heard all about what happened yesterday. You risked your life for a woman, Cole Remington, you’re an absolute disgrace! Did you even think what would happen to your sister if you’d died in that water yesterday? What about your mother? What about the Remington family?” “I’m telling you, your mother and I will never approve of this Seraphina marrying into this family! Either you get out of the Remington family, or you cut ties with her completely!”
Though a distance away, Seraphina clearly heard every word. Her face instantly went ashen. She never imagined that a casual joke could cause such a huge dispute, escalating all the way to Mr. and Mrs. Remington. If it was true what they said, then she and Cole would never have a chance, would they? But Aurora had already broken up with him, and they were on the verge of getting back together, why this setback?
After being dragged to the door and left outside, Seraphina felt resentful. She forced down her panic and sent Cole over a dozen messages, trying to explain. Time ticked by, and it was almost dark, but he hadn’t replied to a single one. Looking at the blank chat interface, Seraphina grew increasingly uncertain. She quickly hailed a cab to consult her friends, and on the way, she contacted Cole’s friends to inquire about the situation. Soon, a message came back, but not the one she wanted to hear.
“Cole has been contacting everyone all afternoon, trying to find out where Aurora went after they broke up. We’ve searched the whole city and haven’t found a single lead about her. He’s practically losing his mind!”
Cole was distraught like this because of Aurora? This news hit Seraphina hundreds of times harder than Mr. and Mrs. Remington’s words. She never imagined that a departed substitute could make Cole abandon her. In an instant, her panic turned to rage, her face clouding with fury. And after her initial anger subsided, what emerged was more scorn and dissatisfaction. *Aurora Hayes, who does she think she is?*
After being thoroughly lectured, Cole was confined to his room for reflection. He stared unblinkingly at his phone screen, afraid to miss any message. But every reply he received was, without exception, “no.” The more he saw, the deeper his heartache grew. His fingers dug tightly into his flesh, leaving crimson marks, yet it couldn’t alleviate his anxiety and restlessness. He had practically blown up every phone. But whether by car or train, air or sea, he couldn’t find Aurora Hayes’s name. Had she stayed in the city, or had she left by some other means? Cole didn’t know. He had also tried to contact her friends, but no one would answer his calls, and those who did only offered a cold “I don’t know” or a sarcastic jab. He was at his wit’s end, yet he had no choice but to rack his brain for solutions. He waited from afternoon until midnight, without a moment’s rest.
Just as his anxiety reached its peak, a friend he hadn’t contacted in a long time suddenly sent a message, saying he vaguely saw someone who looked a lot like Aurora. Cole couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t open his door, so he climbed out the back window. Clutching a sliver of hope, he rushed to the address. The moment he pushed open the door and saw Seraphina and her friends, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him; he felt cold all over.
Seeing that he had truly gone to such lengths for Aurora, Seraphina’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. She looked straight at him, her voice filled with undisguised indignation. “Are you really that bothered by Aurora Hayes? She’s just my substitute, Cole Remington, get it straight!”
Hearing the word “substitute” again, a gnawing pain flared in Cole’s heart. He parted his parched lips, his voice hoarse. “She’s a good person. I was wrong to her. If you have a problem, come at me, but leave her alone.”
Seraphina had known him for ten years. This was the first time she’d heard him stand up for another woman. Her friends couldn’t help but interject. “Cole Remington, what do you mean by that? Are you really going to abandon Seraphina for some unimportant woman?” “Exactly! Seraphina just decided to forgive you. If you don’t appreciate that and make her angry again, you’ll regret it!” “She’s just a cheap substitute. So what if you broke up? Why make such a big deal about it? Haven’t you seen how much Seraphina has suffered today?”
These accusations landed on Cole’s ears, stirring his already troubled mind, leaving him in agony. Seeing him remain silent, the fire in Seraphina’s chest burned hotter and hotter. She was determined to get a definitive answer today. “Are you implying that Aurora Hayes is more important than me in your heart? You didn’t just see her as my substitute, you saw her as your girlfriend, you fell in love with her, didn’t you? Cole Remington, tell me the truth!”
Facing the accusation of the person he once deeply loved, Cole’s already fractured reason was pulled to the edge of a cliff. He knew that many unpleasant truths would likely come to a head tonight. He needed to make a decision. But Seraphina, who he’d yearned for for ten years, stood before him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say “no.” He couldn’t deny his relationship with Aurora. A thousand days and nights of living together—holding hands, kissing, embracing… Unconsciously, she had seeped into his life like a gentle rain. But she was too quiet. Whether in sorrow or joy, she rarely made a sound. So quiet that he overlooked her presence, overlooked the fact that he had fallen for her. Only after losing her completely did he finally realize.
Aurora Hayes, when she first came into his life, might have been Seraphina Thorne’s substitute. But by the time she left, she had become entirely her own person, no longer bearing anyone else’s label. What he had lost was not a substitute, but a girlfriend. A girlfriend who, like Seraphina, had been by his side for three years.
No matter what questions the group threw at him, Cole remained silent. In Seraphina’s eyes, this was tantamount to an admission. She had never imagined that something she held so confidently in her hands could be stolen due to her oversight. And by a substitute who imitated her in every way, yet couldn’t compare to her. She couldn’t swallow this insult, but unable to find Aurora, she unleashed all her frustration on Cole. “Speak! Why aren’t you speaking? Is it so hard to say it was just a fling? Didn’t you tell countless people she was just a substitute?” “Have you forgotten that when we broke up, you solemnly promised me you’d wait for me forever? How could you go back on your word? In just three years, you’ve fallen for someone else? Is this your true heart?” “How is she better than me? From head to toe, she reeks of unsophisticated pettiness! Falling for a woman like that is an insult to me, an insult, do you understand?!”
Cole had never seen Seraphina so emotionally distraught. In their relationship, she had always been the high-and-mighty, in-control one, able to stir up trouble with just a few words. Because of her casual indifference, he had always thought she didn’t love him as deeply as he loved her. But only now did he glimpse the true feelings she had hidden away. It turned out she too could be panicked, insecure, and hurt. These emotions should have finally brought him peace. But in Cole’s wavering mind at this moment, these feelings were like oil poured on a fire, intensifying the torment in his heart. He couldn’t understand. If she cared about him so much, cared about their relationship… Then why could she be so cruel as to break up with him and go abroad, staying away for seven years?
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red as he looked at the person before him, and finally, he couldn’t hold back his own questions. “What about you? Why did you break up with me and go abroad when I was most deeply in love with you? Why did you stay away for seven years? You never let go of me either, did you?”
“I just wanted to see if you could truly love me wholeheartedly forever, as you said! Did you do it? No, you fell for Aurora Hayes, you broke your promise!” Seraphina had lost all reason, speaking without thinking. Hearing this absurd reason, Cole froze. He never imagined that the seven years he had wasted were merely to test a sincere heart. When they were together, he had nearly given his life for her, and after their breakup, he had been devastated for three years before slowly recovering. Yet she thought his love was fake, his sincerity a lie. In an instant, the years of persistence and trust that had sustained him for a decade collapsed and shattered.
Looking at the person before him now, her features just as they had always been, Cole felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. His last shred of unrequited obsession vanished. He lowered his eyes, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Yes, I broke my word. So, let’s end this.”
Days turned into weeks. Cole tried every possible way, but he couldn’t find any news about Aurora. She had vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace. From one month to six months, then to three years. He never gave up searching for her. Slowly, Aurora, like Seraphina before her, became Cole’s insurmountable obsession.
He still lived in the same apartment. Every morning he woke up to a changed room, lost in thought for a long time. All traces of her had been removed. The only things left to recall the past were the pitifully few photos on his phone. In three years, there were only seven pictures in total. He flipped through them again and again.
In his endless longing, Cole grew older. His family started pressing him frequently for marriage, arranging blind dates and introducing him to various girls. But he refused to engage with any of them. Others assumed he had been so hurt by Seraphina that he had lost all hope in love. But only he knew that after that frank confrontation, he had completely let go of her. Could a love that had lasted a decade truly vanish in an instant? Cole thought it was possible. After all, between him and Seraphina, there were seven long years. Over two thousand five hundred days and nights, far longer than their time together. That intense affection, worn down by time, slowly lost its original color, tainted by the pain of unrequited desire. More than love, this emotion was closer to a habit. When that habit was broken, he finally realized that he could have escaped it long ago. But Seraphina couldn’t understand his thoughts and continued to pester him.
Amidst their entanglement, Cole’s twenty-seventh birthday arrived. As in previous years, he had dinner with his family, where he was once again urged to marry. Skylar still hadn’t returned, saying she was busy when asked. He didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but he knew that since Aurora’s departure, the relationship between him and his sister had grown distant. He grew irritated by the talk and drank a bit too much. When he returned, Skylar was just getting back. He called out to her. “I’ve been drinking. Can you drive me?” Skylar looked reluctant, about to refuse, but a look from Mr. and Mrs. Remington forced her into the car.
Throughout the drive, she didn’t say a word, her face cold. Cole’s mood also sank. After a long silence, he spoke. “Are you going to keep avoiding me like this?” “Avoiding? We’re on different paths; isn’t it better to have less contact?” Skylar didn’t take the olive branch he offered, instead snapping back. Seeing her unforgiving manner, Cole couldn’t help but rub his temples. “What happened before, I was wrong to Aurora. I apologize to you. Can you please stop holding a grudge? Mom and Dad are watching. Do you think they feel good when you act like this?” Hearing him even bring up Mom and Dad, Skylar rolled her eyes, utterly exasperated. “Now you care if Mom and Dad worry? Where was that concern when you were acting like you wanted to die for Seraphina? Don’t pull this big brother act on me. I told you before, I don’t recognize you as my brother!” After venting all her frustration, Skylar put on her music playlist, no longer bothering to argue with him.
In the confined space of the car, only the loud, heavy metal music blared. Cole couldn’t find an opportunity to speak, so he opened the window and watched the neon lights outside. After some unknown time, the playlist ended and started over. The first song was now a pop ballad, and a light piano intro began. Cole’s somber mood finally eased. He leaned back in his seat, about to close his eyes and rest.
“Gazing at the setting sun, stars and clouds wave in reply, which way does the wind blow…”
As the soft, melodic singing began, he opened his eyes, instinctively looking towards the screen. Skylar, quickly realizing, swiftly skipped to the next song. Though he hadn’t seen the singer’s name, her reaction made Cole increasingly certain. That voice, just now, was Aurora Hayes! He spun his head to look at her, immediately catching the fleeting panic on her face, and her forced calm as she deliberately changed the subject. “We’re here. Get out of the car.”
Watching Skylar’s fleeing figure, Cole’s intuition grew stronger. He hurried home, opened his laptop, and searched for the song lyrics. Soon, the search engine brought up relevant information.
“The Unseen Star, Singer: Aurora Hayes, Song Description…”
Cole’s gaze froze at the name Aurora Hayes. Suddenly, he remembered the songs she used to write in her free time and the hopeful look in her eyes when she spoke of becoming a professional singer. He reread the line countless times, then began searching for the name Aurora Hayes.
“Aurora Hayes, twenty-four years old, female, rising star under Luminara Records. Officially debuted in March 2024, releasing her first album, Star River Wanderings, in the same month.”
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Seraphina pushed open the booth door, just in time to hear a group of men inside discussing the brutal impact of first love.
“Your turn, Julian, we’ve all spilled, you can’t back out now.”
Hearing that name, Seraphina’s hand on the doorknob froze.
After a long, heavy silence, Julian took a slow sip of his drink. A moment later, a low, husky voice, laced with the burn of his drink, finally broke the quiet.
“I have her name tattooed near my heart. It’s never been removed.”
“My biker jacket has a bloodstain from our very first time together. I’ve kept it, always.”
“My current girlfriend? She’s her stand-in.”
Each word struck Seraphina like a bolt of lightning. She felt her blood run cold, as if she’d plunged into an icy abyss.
She, a mere stand-in for his first love?!
The booth went silent for a beat, then erupted into a roar of cheers.
“Holy sh*t, dude! That’s intense!”
“Only you, Julian. You just won the whole damn game in three sentences. You’re a hopeless romantic, man.”
“Heard Elara is returning from abroad soon. Since you’ve never forgotten her, won’t you two rekindle things? All those years of pining wouldn’t be for nothing. But what about your current girlfriend? Isn’t she your sister’s best friend? If you screw this up, they won’t even be friends anymore, will they?”
Julian went silent, just for a beat. He didn’t answer.
Seeing someone inside the booth about to step out, a pale Seraphina jolted awake. Her legs felt like jelly as she stumbled downstairs.
Outside, it was pouring rain, but she walked right into it, as if she’d lost all sensation. The icy needles of rain lashed against her face, mixing with her own hot tears as they streamed down.
Her eyes blurred with tears, the words she’d just heard echoing endlessly in her mind. Memories, like a slow tide, began to surge.
Cole Remington was her best friend’s older brother, four years her senior.
The first time she ever saw him, she and Skylar were cornered in an alley, being harassed by a group of bullies. They were at their wit’s end when Cole appeared on his motorcycle. He unlatched his helmet with a long, clean hand, his voice cool as he asked, “Are you the ones bothering my kid sister?”
The moment he took off his helmet, revealing his face, Aurora Hayes felt her heart pound. Skylar had often gushed about her incredibly handsome older brother, but seeing him in person still took Aurora’s breath away. What was even more impressive was how effortlessly he took down the bullies with just a few high kicks, leaving them completely defeated.
Back then, every girl in high school had a crush, except for her. But that day, she found hers. She fell for her best friend’s brother.
As she entered college, her features matured and she grew into her looks. Egged on by Skylar, Aurora finally mustered the courage to pursue Cole. She prepared thoughtful breakfasts every day, constantly engineered “chance” encounters, and meticulously researched his hobbies to find topics of conversation. She pulled out all the stops, but Cole always treated her like a kid, distant and indifferent. Only occasionally would he lose himself for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face.
It wasn’t until that day, when he was driving her home and an accident seemed imminent, that she threw herself in front of him without a second thought. Luckily, the brakes engaged just in time. She wasn’t seriously injured, just a nail-sized cut near her eye where it had grazed the seat. It was a minor scratch, but Cole was uncharacteristically agitated. He insisted on taking her to the hospital and repeatedly asked the doctor if it would scar. Only after receiving reassurance did he finally relax, then immediately scolded her, demanding to know why she’d lunged at him, asking if she had a death wish.
Aurora looked at him, her eyes shining brightly, her affection completely unconcealed. “Because I like you, Cole.”
Cole froze, then gave a cold, cynical smile. “Like? You’re just a kid. Do you even know what ‘like’ means? How long do you think that ‘like’ will last?”
“Forever!” she declared without hesitation. “Cole, I’ll like you forever.”
Perhaps it was the unwavering conviction in her tone, the sheer sincerity, that made Cole reach out for the first time and gently touch her cheek. He sighed, finally speaking the words she’d longed to hear. “Aurora, let’s give it a try.”
From that day on, they were officially a couple. For three years, Cole, despite his reserved nature, was always there for her in the ways that mattered. Aurora never dared to ask for more. Until tonight, when a conversation she overheard shattered her self-made dream.
The truth was, his occasional distracted stares at her face were because she was a substitute. The truth was, his fear of her face being injured was because she was a substitute. And the truth was, whenever they were intimate, he liked to look at her face…
It was because she was a substitute.
She sobbed uncontrollably, drenched and heartbroken, until she returned home, completely drained of strength, and collapsed helplessly on the floor. After an unknown amount of time, she slowly came back to herself. The tear tracks on her face had dried, and her mind felt clear. Aurora pulled a business card from her bag. It was given to her two weeks ago at a bar by a talent scout, after she impulsively sang an original song she’d written for Cole. He said she had an excellent voice and striking looks, asking if she was interested in becoming a singer. The company would take her abroad for three years of secret training, turning her into an A-list star.
Singing was Aurora’s greatest passion, and she’d certainly harbored dreams of stardom. But to stay by Cole’s side, she’d refused the scout’s offer. Yet he’d insisted on leaving his contact information.
Now, knowing the truth, there was no longer any reason for her to stay. Gazing at the number on the card, Aurora raised her cold, pale hand and dialed. The moment it connected, she cleared her hoarse, tired voice and spoke softly. “Hello, this is Aurora Hayes. I accept your offer to sign.”
“Miss Hayes! You finally made up your mind? Great! Let’s connect on SnapChat and meet tomorrow.”
Hearing the delighted voice on the other end, Aurora nodded, then quietly added him on SnapChat. Shortly after the call ended, she heard footsteps approaching the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Cole walked in, holding an umbrella. Seeing her sitting on the floor, disheveled, he frowned. “Why are you all wet?”
“Forgot my umbrella.”
Her damp hair obscured Aurora’s face, and as the sensor light dimmed, Cole couldn’t see her expression. He ruffled her hair. “Still acting like a kid. Remember to check the weather forecast next time.” Aurora didn’t respond. After he turned and entered the bathroom, she slowly pushed herself up, her body half-numb, and went to the other bathroom.
After showering, she lay in bed, staring blankly at the white wall. A moment later, Cole slid under the covers beside her. The familiar scent of cedar wood filled her nostrils, and Aurora couldn’t help but recall what had happened that afternoon. She found herself hugging him, then slowly, slowly, pulling up Cole’s pajama shirt. Just an inch above his heart, three letters were distinctly tattooed:
JZY!
This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the tattoo. In moments of passion, she’d glimpsed it countless times, curious but never daring to ask. Now, seeing it again, her eyes welled up. Her voice, low and choked, asked, “What do these three letters mean?”
Cole paused for two seconds, his gaze following hers downward. His voice was soft, yet imbued with an endless tenderness and affection she hadn’t felt from him in three years. “It means something very important.” He paused, as if misunderstanding her intention to pull up his shirt. “Alright, you got caught in the rain today, so I’ll leave you alone. Get some sleep.” With that, he gently pushed her hand away, pulled down his shirt, and turned off the light.
The bedroom plunged into a suffocating silence. Only her silent tears continued to flow, dissolving into the boundless darkness of the night.
The next morning, Cole was up early. Skipping breakfast, he was putting on his shoes, ready to leave. Seeing the relentless rain outside and remembering how much he hated going out in such weather, Aurora called out to him. “Don’t you have any flights scheduled recently? Why are you going out?”
Cole seemed in good spirits, a faint smile gracing his usually cool eyes. He picked up his umbrella, twisted the doorknob, and said, “I have some important things to take care of. You stay home and be good.” His last words faded just as the door clicked shut.
Watching his receding figure, Aurora silently turned back to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on his phone, which was vibrating endlessly on the bedside table. She picked it up and saw the SnapChat chat interface. At the top center of the screen, the name of the chat partner appeared: Seraphina.
“What time’s your flight today? It’s raining heavily outside. Don’t leave the terminal, I’ll drive to pick you up.”
That eager tone, that concerned voice, was a stark contrast to his cool “remember to check the weather forecast” from last night. So, when it was pouring rain, he *would* go out to pick up someone he truly cared about.
Aurora had only glanced at it when she heard footsteps at the door. She put the phone down and slipped into the walk-in closet before Cole entered the room. By the time she finished her makeup and came out, the phone was gone, and the house was empty. She grabbed her bag and went downstairs to hail a cab.
Upon arriving at the agreed-upon coffee shop, Aurora spotted Mr. Davis, the talent scout, waiting for her at the entrance. After exchanging pleasantries, they went into a private room. Mr. Davis thoroughly explained the training plan and future career development, then produced a contract. Seeing the bold red “Luminara Records” seal on it, Aurora paused. Luminara Records was one of the top entertainment companies globally; countless people fought tooth and nail to get in. And she had almost given it all up.
She offered a self-deprecating smile, then, without hesitation, signed her name. After receiving the signed contract, Mr. Davis’s face lit up with a look of having struck gold, his eyes crinkling with a wide smile. “Miss Hayes, when you refused me before, I truly felt it was such a waste. But I’m glad you came around. A true gem wasn’t left hidden after all. Don’t worry, Luminara’s strength in the industry is top-tier. We will definitely get you onto the most dazzling stage. This training will be an intensive, closed-door program. Go home, prepare, and we’ll depart in fifteen days.”
Aurora made a mental note of the date and bid him a polite farewell.
On her way home, Cole’s call suddenly came through, his voice incredibly urgent. “You’re not home?” She paused, about to speak, when she heard him again the next second: “No matter where you are, come to City General Hospital right now!”
In all their time together, Aurora had never heard him sound so anxious. She hesitated for a few seconds, then told the driver to turn around. When she arrived at the ER, she saw Cole standing there, perfectly fine. It wasn’t him who was hurt, then it must be…
Before she could even ask what had happened, a nurse led her into an adjacent room. “You’re O-negative, right?” Aurora, confused, nodded. The nurse immediately asked about her health and then plunged a thick needle directly into her skin. The sharp sting in her arm made her wince, and she realized with a jolt that she was donating blood.
As the nurse monitored the blood flow, she chatted with Aurora. “Sweetheart, what’s your relationship with that handsome guy outside? His girlfriend was in a car accident outside the airport and was rushed in. He was frantic, even pulled strings to get our chief of staff here. The hospital’s blood bank was low, and he kept making call after call, finally calling you. He must be madly in love with his girlfriend.”
Hearing those words, Aurora felt her heart clench. It was as if a pair of hands had gripped her heart tightly and then released it, yet she still couldn’t breathe, the lingering pain refusing to fade. So, Cole had called her here just to make her donate blood for Seraphina Thorne?! Not to mention how hurtful it was to have a substitute donate blood for the original, but he clearly knew she suffered from severe anemia… Had he forgotten, or did he simply not care in his desperation to save Seraphina?
After the blood draw, she sat there for a full half-hour before slowly recovering. During that time, Cole never once came to check on her or ask a single question. It was easy to guess he was still by Seraphina’s side. Of course, she was just a substitute; how could she ever deserve his pity? Aurora gave a self-deprecating smile, then, leaning on the wall, she walked out and saw the operating room light switch off. The doctor pushed the patient out, and Cole quickly strode forward, his face etched with anxiety, following the gurney into the patient room.
Through the window, Aurora watched him sitting by the bed, tightly holding Seraphina’s pale hands, his face a mix of fervent pleading and lingering terror. Her breath caught in her throat. In her memory, no matter what happened, Cole had always maintained a calm and detached demeanor, as if nothing concerned him. In the five years she’d known him, this was the first time she’d seen such an expression.
This, then, was how he truly loved someone.
For the next four or five days, Cole didn’t return home. Aurora knew he was at the hospital and didn’t contact him. She did three things. First, she submitted her resignation to her company. Second, she pulled out her suitcase and began packing. Third, she marked her departure date on the calendar. Watching the days draw nearer, her deeply confused heart slowly began to settle.
On the first clear day after the rainy season ended, Cole finally came home. Almost immediately, he noticed that something was off in the apartment. He saw the cardboard boxes by the wall and frowned. “Why did you bring all your office things home?” Then he spotted the luggage in the bedroom, his breathing hitching slightly. “Why are you suddenly packing?” Finally, he saw the calendar on the wall with a circle drawn around a date, and turned to her. “What’s the circle on the 30th mean?”
Three questions in a row made Aurora pause her actions. She didn’t hide anything. “I found a job I prefer recently, so I resigned. I’m packing because I’m moving somewhere quite far away. The 30th is the day I leave.” Taking a soft breath, she prepared to tell him about her departure and their breakup. “Do you have a moment? There’s something very important I want to discuss with you, I…”
Mid-sentence, Cole’s phone suddenly rang. Seeing Seraphina Thorne’s name on the screen, he quickly answered. Through the receiver, Seraphina’s sweet voice came through. “Cole, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. My friends are throwing a welcome-back party for me. Want to come?”
Cole was about to agree, but then seemed to remember something, glancing at Aurora. “What were you just saying you wanted to talk about? Was it important?”
With that question, what else was there for her to understand? She shook her head. “No, it’s not important. If you have something to do, go ahead.”
Hearing that unfamiliar voice, Seraphina chuckled, surprised. “Your girlfriend’s there too? Then bring her along! She’s the one who donated blood for me, right? I haven’t properly thanked her yet.”
Cole froze at the mention of blood donation, instinctively covering the receiver and moving aside. What they discussed, Aurora didn’t know, but Cole left the house with her. She hadn’t even had a chance to refuse when he eagerly ushered her into the car.
On the way, he offered a brief explanation for what had happened a few days prior. “The person who just called is… a friend of mine. She was in a car accident shortly after returning to the country a few days ago, and the hospital’s blood bank was low. I remembered you two have the same blood type, and the situation was urgent, so I called you. I didn’t have time to explain. Have you been upset about it these past few days, since you haven’t messaged me?”
“No, I have anemia, so I’ve been resting these past few days, which is why I haven’t contacted you.” Aurora’s tone was flat, as if she didn’t care at all.
Seeing her pale face, Cole’s heart clenched, and a wave of guilt washed over him. *Right, how could he have forgotten her anemia?* He was about to apologize and ask what gift she wanted as compensation, but she had already closed her eyes, seemingly indifferent. In the end, he could only stop himself from speaking.
The two got out of the car and walked directly to the designated private room. But as soon as they pushed open the door, they felt the oppressive atmosphere in the room. It was supposed to be a welcome-back party, but almost everyone present was male, mostly Cole’s friends. They all looked at him, hesitant, as if wanting to say something. But before they could speak, Seraphina smiled and greeted them, “You’re here.” Her gaze fell on Aurora’s face, and she paused, then smiled again. “So this is your little girlfriend? She looks so young. Thanks for donating blood for me last time, you actually saved my life, you know. From now on, if you ever need anything, just ask, and I’ll be there.”
Aurora forced a smile. “You flatter me.”
Seraphina chuckled, told them to sit anywhere, and then went to greet other newly arrived guests. Though Seraphina wasn’t near, Cole’s gaze remained fixed on her. Seeing her chatting and laughing with other men, his face immediately darkened. When he saw her take a few extra bites of a macaroon, he silently instructed a server to bring all the macaroons in the club to her table. When a champagne tower was accidentally knocked over and threatened to fall on her, he immediately rose and shielded her in his arms. “Careful!”
Sharp glass shards cut his left hand in several places. Everyone urged him to go to the hospital to get it treated. But he just casually wrapped a silk scarf around it, completely unconcerned. “Minor injury, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
Watching the white silk scarf stain red with blood, Aurora put the car keys she had just taken out back into her bag. The room was quiet for a few minutes, then quickly regained its lively atmosphere. At eight o’clock, seeing that everyone was having a good time, Seraphina picked up the microphone and announced loudly, “Everyone’s here now, so I can finally announce something important!”
“I’m sure you all know I broke up with my ex before coming back. I called everyone here today for a blind date. I’m looking for a new boyfriend!”
At that, everyone fearfully looked at Cole. He said nothing, just stared intently at her, crushing the glass in his hand! Blood covered his hand, but Seraphina was oblivious, instead raising her glass to him with a smile. “Cole, I didn’t call you here for nothing. I need you to help me vet these guys, tell me which of your friends is a good match for me?”
The private room fell silent. Seeing everyone’s evasive glances and Cole’s darkened face, Aurora finally understood why the atmosphere had been so strange when they first arrived. Just as everyone was on edge, a guy sitting in the middle suddenly stood up. “I…” Before he could even finish “need to use the restroom,” Cole flipped the table in front of him, his cold gaze sweeping over the guy. “You dare to say yes, you damn well try me?!”
Suddenly challenged, the friend was speechless, unsure whether to stand or sit. Cole, his hand clenched and bloody, walked up to Seraphina, his eyes red and his voice trembling with accusation. “Seraphina Thorne, sometimes I really wonder if you have a heart.” With that, he turned and left the private room without looking back, slamming the door shut.
He had completely forgotten he’d left his girlfriend behind.
With things escalating like this, the welcome party couldn’t continue. Aurora offered a self-deprecating smile and headed to the restroom. As she walked down the hallway, she heard Cole’s friends arguing with Seraphina Thorne.
“Seraphina, what are you thinking? Why do you insist on pulling stunts to anger Cole? You, more than anyone, should know he’s always wanted to get back with you, right? He’s been so obsessed with you, who among us would dare make a move?”
“Just because he wants to get back together, I should agree? With no sincerity at all?”
“Sincerity? Damn it, what more sincerity do you want?! Do you have any idea what he’s been through all these years? In our circles, you don’t see this kind of devotion. He, a golden boy from a powerful family, how crazy has he been for you?”
“After you broke up and went abroad, he drank every day, almost killing himself. The moment you’d post on Ins about liking something, he’d immediately buy it, no matter the cost, then fly abroad overnight to secretly leave it at your doorstep. A while ago, you told your best friend you hadn’t seen fireworks in ages, and he immediately arranged a grand fireworks show in Paris. Don’t tell me you didn’t know any of this…”
Hearing the friend’s indignant tone, Aurora’s hand trembled slightly. In the years they had been together, Cole had often disappeared mysteriously. It turned out it was all for Seraphina.
The argument in the hallway intensified, but Seraphina seemed utterly unconcerned. “He’s willing to do all that for me, it’s not like I forced him. Besides, they’re just minor things, what’s the big deal? Let’s see him risk his life for me one day.”
“Seraphina, you’re just taking advantage of Cole’s love and pushing your luck! One day, when his patience runs out and he stops loving you, you’ll regret it!”
“Stop loving me? Laughable. He even found a girlfriend who’s my substitute. How could he not love me? My business with him is none of your concern!” Seraphina’s tone was full of certainty. After saying that, she turned around, smug, only to come face to face with Aurora, who was standing not far away!
Seeing her there, everyone froze. Seraphina, however, quickly recovered. With Cole gone, she dropped her polite facade and swept a pitying glance over Aurora. “You heard all that? Good. Otherwise, it would be too pathetic to remain in the dark. Little girl, you’re nothing but a minor character in Cole and my story. I advise you to cut your losses and leave now.” With that, she clicked away on her high heels.
The hallway instantly fell silent, leaving Cole’s friends red-faced and stammering explanations. “Aurora, it’s not what you heard, it’s… it’s…” They desperately wanted to explain, but couldn’t find the right words. Because everyone knew the truth was exactly as it seemed. Seeing how nervous they were, Aurora didn’t want to make it harder for them. She asked nothing, simply turned and left.
As she reached the ground floor, hailing a cab, a rose-colored sports car suddenly sped past, splashing through a puddle. Dirty water splattered all over Aurora, drenching half her clothes. She frowned, looking up, and saw Seraphina’s gloating face behind the car window. “Little extra, if you don’t wise up and leave on your own, you might end up even more pathetic than this!” With that, she drove off.
Aurora pulled tissues from her bag and slowly wiped the water from her face. She tossed the wet tissues into a bin, then looked up at the clear blue sky, a single tear falling. *An extra?* No, she was never anyone’s extra. Cole Remington was simply written out of her script.
Back home, Aurora’s mood had settled. She ate something, showered, and then rested. At three in the morning, the bedroom light suddenly flickered on. A drunken Cole stumbled in, grabbing the startled Aurora and pulling her into his arms. “Why do you have to torment me like this? You know I can’t let you go, why won’t you give me another chance?”
“You know I like you, yet you go on blind dates right in front of me. Do you enjoy humiliating me? Are you happy seeing me suffer for you? Fine, I’m in pain. I’ll give you whatever you want, as long as you’re still mine.”
Seeing the agony on his face, Aurora exerted some strength and struggled out of his embrace. She watched him collapse onto the bed, still mumbling Seraphina’s name, and offered a self-deprecating smile. *So this is what you’re like when you love someone.* *So our three years together really meant nothing to you.* Her eyes red, she picked up a pillow and left the bedroom, turning off the light. The room plunged back into darkness. Cole continued to ramble in his drunken stupor, but no one was listening.
The next day, Cole didn’t wake until noon. His head felt like it was splitting from the hangover as he forced himself to sit up. Aurora was by the window, tidying small trinkets. Seeing her back, a vague memory flashed in his mind, and he froze. “I drank too much yesterday. Did I say anything dumb?” Seeing her shake her head, Cole’s suspended heart slowly eased. He raised a hand to rub his temple, pulled at a wound, and winced.
Aurora, who had just turned around, saw the untreated wound on his hand, inflamed from drinking. Cole was a pilot; he’d need to fly again. Only now did he remember he needed to take care of it. “Where’s the first-aid kit?”
Aurora said nothing, turning to retrieve the first-aid kit from the living room. “It has everything you could need.”
Cole couldn’t help but chuckle. “How could it have everything…?” But when he opened it, seeing the orderly array of medicines, from cold remedies to stomach pills, he froze. “You… prepared all this?”
Aurora nodded. “Yes. You’re a pilot, you can’t get hurt, so I prepared the medicine very carefully, just in case you needed it in a hurry.”
At her words, Cole’s mind buzzed, and he suddenly remembered a cascade of things he’d belatedly realized. He thought of the countless nights he’d returned home drunk, and how she’d tirelessly brewed hangover cures for him; how she’d immediately looked up recipes and learned to cook anything he casually mentioned wanting to eat; how, over the years, whenever he had been sick, big or small, she’d always known how to handle it… He remembered when they first started dating, Skylar had repeatedly told him that Aurora was a pampered princess who never had to lift a finger at home and that he needed to fulfill his duties as a boyfriend. He was a few years older than her, yet in this relationship, Aurora had always been the one taking care of him.
In that moment, Cole was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He looked at her, his face full of shame, wanting to say something. But then he saw her pick up her bag, seemingly not intending to treat his wound, but preparing to leave. He was surprised. “Are you going out?”
Aurora hummed, putting on her hat. “Skylar and I planned to have lunch together.” Cole then remembered his sister had just returned from a trip. He quickly grabbed the medicine, hastily treated his hand, and followed her to the entryway. “I’ll drive you.”
Aurora was about to refuse, but he took her hand directly, grabbed his car keys, and led her out the door. Once in the car, Cole set the GPS while asking about their afternoon plans. Hearing they were going shopping, he was about to offer to join them when his phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at it, pulled the car to the side of the road, and looked at Aurora apologetically. “I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a message about a last-minute flight assignment. Aurora, can you take a cab?”
Aurora had seen his flight mission notification, so she knew he wasn’t lying. She nodded and opened the car door. After his car disappeared from sight, she hailed a taxi.
When she arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, Skylar had already placed their order. She excitedly pulled out a gift and presented it to Aurora, her voice brimming with joy. “Ta-da! My travel gift! Open it quickly and see if you like it!” Aurora placed the gift on her lap, not opening it immediately. Instead, she looked up at Skylar, her expression serious. “Skylar, there’s something I want to tell you. I… plan to break up with your brother and then go to Vienna for advanced studies. It’ll probably be for three years.”
Skylar’s eyes widened. “What?! Why so sudden? You two were doing so well, why break up?”
Aurora smiled, telling her the truth. “Because your brother doesn’t like me. He only got together with me because I look like his ex-girlfriend. He’s always treated me as a substitute.” She had long since made peace with it, so she spoke without emotion. But Skylar, upon hearing this, was instantly enraged. She slammed her hand on the table, her voice filled with disbelief. “Ex-girlfriend? Who? That Seraphina Thorne? When they broke up, Cole seemed to be drunk all the time. After all these years, he still hasn’t gotten over her? How does that Seraphina even look like you? You’re so much prettier than her! My brother ignores you, someone who’s completely devoted to him, and still thinks about her, even using you as her substitute?!”
The more she spoke, the angrier she became. Finally, she abandoned her meal. After inquiring about Cole’s whereabouts for a while, she stormed out. Aurora knew Skylar was always very afraid of her brother, but now she was sticking up for her like this. Aurora was deeply touched, but she had already decided to let Cole go and didn’t want things to get ugly, so she quickly tried to stop her. But despite her efforts, Skylar still rushed to the Nightfall Club.
At the private room door, just as she was about to push it open, she saw Seraphina standing in the center of the crowd, looking haughtily at Cole. “If you want me to forgive you so badly, fine. Give me a piggyback ride, and I’ll consider it.”
At her words, Cole hadn’t even spoken, but several of his friends immediately bristled, stepping forward to intervene. “Seraphina Thorne, you’re going too far! You were the one in the wrong that day, making a big deal about picking a boyfriend, which made Cole angry enough to storm out!” “Now you casually say you want to see him, and Cole, to make you happy, even pushed off an urgent last-minute work assignment and came here to apologize without even changing out of his uniform. Why are you being so unreasonable!” “Exactly! Cole is no ordinary person. No one in this city’s most exclusive circles would dare speak so arrogantly to him. How can you humiliate him like this!”
Facing these accusations, Seraphina remained unfazed. “I don’t care about any of that. He was so fierce that day, he scared me. So, I want him to apologize like this. Besides, what’s wrong with giving the person you like a piggyback ride? If he’s too high and mighty, he shouldn’t have come to me.”
Amidst the swirling arguments, Cole’s face was cold. A moment later, he met Seraphina’s spoiled gaze and said in a low voice, “If I give you a ride, will you stop looking for boyfriends?”
“Yes.”
Receiving her firm answer, Cole unbuttoned the top few buttons of his pilot uniform and slowly bent down. “Get on.” Everyone’s mouths hung open, their eyes wide with shock. Seeing Seraphina triumphantly climb onto his back, Skylar, standing outside the private room, was fuming. She gritted her teeth, ready to charge in, but Aurora dragged her into the elevator.
Skylar struggled and cursed, then turned back, about to tell Aurora to let go, but she froze the moment she saw Aurora’s expression. There was no emotion on Aurora’s face, but tears were streaming down like broken pearls, pattering onto Skylar’s hand and extinguishing the fire in her heart. She quickly pulled Aurora into a hug, anxiously and tenderly wiping her tears, her own voice catching in her throat. “Aurora, don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“Okay, okay, you don’t have to be with my brother anymore. I’ll introduce you to other handsome guys later, alright?” Aurora smiled, trying hard to swallow the bitterness, but her sobs wouldn’t stop. “Actually, actually, I’m not that sad. I’ve decided to let him go and start a new life.”
But why were the tears falling? Perhaps witnessing it all firsthand, remembering so many past events, she was suddenly struck by a realization. It turned out that when Cole truly loved someone, he would be affected by their emotions, he would rush to them regardless of anything, he would humble himself and soften his pride. His love would be undeniably clear for all to see.
And she had never been loved by him.
Back home, Aurora’s mood had calmed. Waking up, another day had passed, bringing her closer to her departure. She went alone to a concert of her favorite singer, recording the blue sea of glow sticks swaying with the cheering crowd. She pinned this video to the top of her Ins profile, then deleted all the posts she had shared during their relationship. Her few close friends, knowing she was pursuing her dreams, left encouraging comments.
“Aurora, I hope one day I can be your biggest fan too!”
“Future superstar, is it too much to ask for a signed autograph now?”
Cole, who had been uncontactable for days, also liked the post. Seeing the sudden red heart, Aurora was surprised. She remembered Cole never posted on Ins and never looked at other people’s posts. It wasn’t until she saw a few messages from Skylar that she understood why.
“Aurora, I got that girl’s SnapChat, it’s driving me crazy!” Below it were several screenshots of Seraphina’s daily posts: sunsets by the beach, leisurely strolls through flower fields, city lights and candlelight dinners… Each post had a comment from Cole. “Why didn’t you post the one I took?” “I heard the cherry blossoms on West Hill are blooming too. I’ll take you in a couple of days.” “Shrimp is a bit hard to peel, but since you like it, I don’t mind.” Scrolling through them, it was like a typical couple’s dating diary.
It turned out he’d been so busy monitoring Seraphina’s comments that he’d accidentally seen hers and casually liked it. Aurora offered a small smile, reassured Skylar a few times, and quietly organized all the gifts Cole had given her, the various couple’s items they’d bought, and the photos and diary entries from the past three years. She made several trips to carry them downstairs, ready to throw them away, when she saw Cole suddenly return. He seemed to be in a good mood, a smile gracing his eyes. Seeing her, he paused, then veered to greet her. “What’s in the boxes? Are you throwing all this away?”
“Just some old clutter I don’t need.”
Cole nodded, handed her a cake he was holding, and bent down to help. The moment she saw the cake, Aurora froze for a second. “Why did you suddenly buy a cake?”
At her words, Cole stopped, his face slightly falling as he looked at her. “You don’t remember? Today is my birthday.”
*His birthday?* Aurora just remembered it was around this time. A month ago, she had been agonizing over what gift to get him. But after learning she was a substitute and deciding to leave, she had completely forgotten about it. After all, he would soon be her ex-boyfriend, what was the point of remembering his birthday? Seeing the fleeting look of realization on her face, Cole’s breathing deepened slightly. Many people had sent him birthday wishes this morning. Only Aurora hadn’t sent anything. He’d thought she was preparing a surprise. Had she forgotten? It wasn’t a crucial matter, but for some reason, Cole felt unsettled, a dull ache in his chest. After all, whether it was an anniversary or his birthday, the little girl used to spend ages preparing and celebrating grandly. Why had she forgotten this year? She was clearly the one who loved him most.
Just as he was about to speak, his phone buzzed several times. It was a message from Seraphina, saying she was throwing him a birthday party. Seeing the address and his friends’ teasing in the group chat, Cole clenched his phone slightly. His earlier gloom vanished, a hint of a smile touching his eyes. As he replied to the messages, he turned to leave. Aurora called out to him. “Your birthday…” Cole paused. “I have something to go do right now. When I get back later, we can celebrate together.” Aurora hummed, quietly watching him leave.
Once his figure completely disappeared, she threw all the boxes away. Recalling Cole’s overjoyed expression, she knew he wouldn’t be back to celebrate with her today. Strangely, she felt a sense of relief. The trash can was nearly full, so she casually tossed the cake in too, then turned and went upstairs.
A few hours later, Aurora received a message from Mr. Davis. “We’re leaving tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine in the morning.” She had just replied “ok” when a voice message from Cole’s friend suddenly came through. “Aurora, come to the Hilton Hotel. Cole’s in trouble, you need to hurry!” Listening to his frantic tone, Aurora froze. The next second, Skylar also called, her voice choked with tears. “Aurora, my brother, my brother…” Only then did she realize the seriousness of the situation, and quickly went downstairs to hail a cab.
As soon as she got out of the car, Skylar pulled Aurora and sprinted towards the lake, intermittently explaining what had happened along the way. “Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend followed her from abroad to the hotel, trying to get back together. Cole got angry and fought him. Instead of stopping them, she egged them on, threw a necklace into the lake, and said whoever retrieved it, she’d be with. Her ex was about to jump in, and my brother was going to follow him. There’s a cliff under that lake, even professional divers wouldn’t dare go down. We tried to talk him out of it for ages, but he wouldn’t listen. Aurora, please help me, he’s my only brother!”
The more she listened, the more silent Aurora became. She wanted to tell Skylar that if it involved Seraphina Thorne, a hundred of her wouldn’t be able to convince Cole. But looking at Skylar’s red, tear-filled eyes, Aurora couldn’t bring herself to speak.
When they reached the lakeside, Cole was still putting on his diving suit. Seraphina’s ex-boyfriend, fully ready, had already plunged into the lake. Watching his figure disappear beneath the surface, a cold glint flashed in Cole’s eyes, and his movements quickened. His friends around him were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, pleading endlessly. “The lake is so deep, the necklace is definitely lost. It’s pointless for anyone to go down, Cole, don’t be a fool!” “Is it worth risking your life for a woman? Cole Remington, damn it, get a grip!”
Cole didn’t hear a word. He put on his oxygen mask and shoved aside the group of people blocking his way. Skylar couldn’t hold back any longer. She rushed forward and grabbed him, her voice filled with despair. “You’re going to die just because of her words? Brother, have you thought about Mom and Dad and me? Have you thought about Aurora? If you go today, I, Skylar Remington, will no longer have you as a brother!” The atmosphere on the scene instantly froze.
Cole stopped, turning to look steadily at his sister. After a long moment, he raised his hand, took hers, and his voice was low. “I’ll be back. Don’t tell Mom and Dad about this, and don’t tell Aurora.” With that, he peeled Skylar’s fingers off one by one, and resolutely leaped into the water.
Watching the ripples spread across the lake’s surface, Aurora stood not far away, her hands tightly clenched. The surroundings were quiet, but someone let out a soft laugh, immediately drawing all eyes. It was Seraphina Thorne. She walked haughtily up to Aurora, her face filled with triumph. “He loves me so much he’s willing to die for me. Aurora Hayes, what do you have to compare with that?”
“Seraphina Thorne, joking about someone’s life, you’re sick, go get help!” Seeing her gloating, Skylar, who was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe, lunged forward and slapped her hard. Seraphina had never been treated this way and was about to retaliate, but the onlookers quickly pulled them apart. Aurora helped Skylar, comforting her for a long time until she slowly calmed down, staring blankly at the monitoring screen.
An hour later, Noah Foster, whose oxygen had run out first, surfaced. The quiet lakeside immediately became agitated. Everyone craned their necks, waiting for Cole. But another five minutes passed, and with his oxygen almost certainly depleted, they still didn’t see him. Panic set in. Only Aurora remained composed. She contacted the Hilton’s rescue team, pleading for their help. Five or six professional divers plunged into the lake. Another ten minutes passed without any movement. Skylar was on the verge of breaking down. Even Seraphina, who had been leisurely watching earlier, became anxious and uneasy. Aurora’s face showed little emotion, but her fingernails were digging deep into her palms.
Seraphina’s friends, who had been watching the drama unfold, began to speak despairingly, their voices trembling. “It’s over, it’s over. His oxygen’s been depleted for so long, and he still hasn’t been brought up. It’s probably bad news.” “If something happens, will the Remington family let us off…?” “What does that have to do with us? He’s the one who wanted to risk his life for Seraphina.”
Before they could finish, a sound suddenly came from the long-still lake surface. Several rescue personnel were dragging someone, slowly swimming towards the shore. A crowd immediately rushed forward, helping to pull the person onto land. Cole was on the verge of losing consciousness. After his oxygen mask was removed, seeing his pale face, his friends and Skylar’s eyes reddened. But he pressed his hand to his chest, his gaze fixed on Seraphina’s direction. “I… found it. The necklace…” He then slowly raised his trembling right hand. The diamond necklace, washed by the water, reflected a dazzling sparkle in the late afternoon sun. It was too brilliant. And too blinding.
His gaze remained on Seraphina, never once noticing Aurora standing nearby. She watched, helpless, as he so passionately loved another.
Cole was rushed to the hospital. Aurora stayed with Skylar, keeping vigil in the hospital room all night. At eight in the morning, her pre-set alarm went off. Seeing “Departure” noted on the screen, Skylar suddenly snapped back to reality, hugging Aurora with a reluctant embrace. “Aurora, don’t go, please don’t go. If you leave now, won’t we only see each other again in three years? By then, you’ll be a sparkling superstar, and it’ll be even harder for us to meet. I’ll miss you so much…” Aurora’s eyes also reddened as she gently patted Skylar’s back. After much coaxing, Skylar tearfully and reluctantly saw her off.
Aurora walked out of the hospital main entrance, about to hail a cab, when she suddenly paused. She had said goodbye to everyone. Except for Cole. After much thought, she decided their three-year relationship deserved a proper conclusion. She turned and went back inside. Just as she reached the hospital room door, she heard a familiar voice from within. Seraphina was in Cole’s arms, crying her eyes out. “I just wanted you to make a statement, you could have come up without the necklace, why are you so silly?” “I know you still like me. If you just broke up with her and said you wanted to be with me, I would have agreed. Couldn’t you have just softened up for me?”
Cole had waited six years for these words. But hearing them now, his heart wasn’t as happy as he’d imagined. Instead, the words “break up” made him unexpectedly think of Aurora. The image of the girl selflessly throwing herself in front of him to shield him from the car, her eyes red as she said she’d love him forever, her laughing face celebrating his birthday, her passionate and adoring expressions countless times beneath him… In an instant, his head throbbed, his mind a chaotic mess, unsure how to answer.
Just then, he inadvertently looked up, and for a fleeting moment, he saw Aurora. She stood outside the glass window, watching him steadily. Her dark eyes were like a calm lake, unruffled by any ripples. The moment their gazes met, Cole completely lost his composure. He pushed away the person in his arms and stood up, only to find that the person outside the window had vanished. He chased out, but the hallway was empty. Was it a hallucination? It must be. He hadn’t let anyone tell Aurora about him risking his life to retrieve the necklace for Seraphina, so she wouldn’t know he was hospitalized and wouldn’t come to see him. Cole’s heart pounded wildly. He had a strong feeling that something was slipping out of his control. But what exactly, he couldn’t quite grasp yet.
On the other side, Aurora had given up on saying goodbye. Back home, she quietly tore off the calendar page, placed her apartment keys on the table, then picked up her luggage and went downstairs. On the way to the airport, Aurora opened Cole Remington’s chat. After a long deliberation, she typed only three lines.
“We should break up. Thank you for taking care of me all these years.”
“I also wish you and Seraphina happiness.”
“Cole, I’m leaving. Goodbye forever.”
With one sentence, she let go of three years of emotions. With one wish for happiness, she granted him his freedom. With one “goodbye forever,” she declared there was no longer any possibility between them. From now on, he would simply be her best friend’s brother.
She pressed send. For a long time, there was no reply. Aurora knew Cole was with Seraphina now and probably had no time to check such unimportant messages. Besides, even if he did see them later when he was free, he probably wouldn’t feel any emotional波动. After all, with the person he loved by his side, why would he care about an ex-girlfriend who was just a substitute?
Before boarding, Mr. Davis handed her a new phone. “Aurora, according to the contract, you need to disconnect from the outside world starting today. This is your work phone.” Aurora nodded, took out her old phone, and made the exchange. The plane was just taking off, the broadcast was a bit noisy, and a few girls in the back were chattering non-stop. Aurora didn’t see the screen of her old phone light up just before it powered off. Nor did she hear the continuous, frantic dinging of notifications. She turned her head, looking out the airplane window at the cloudy sky turning clear, and smiled faintly. From now on, Aurora Hayes’s life would only be sunny…
Three years together, Cole Remington never imagined he would receive a breakup message from Aurora Hayes. When they first started dating, he didn’t know how long the relationship would last. A few days, a few months, a few years—it would be one of those. He had someone he couldn’t let go of in his heart, and Aurora was just a temporary port. So he had invested almost no real feelings in the relationship. Her hopeful eyes when she spoke of marriage, her tears on the verge of falling when she felt wronged… Cole had seen it all, but never truly taken it to heart.
He thought he could remain as cold as iron, treating her merely as a substitute to get through those difficult years. But when the person he had longed for in his dreams returned, he found himself not as ruthless and decisive as he’d imagined. The person who should have broken up with him early on had stayed by his side, becoming a crucial obstacle to his reunion with Seraphina. Everyone around him urged him that only a swift cut could untangle the knot. But he struggled and clung to his old love, refusing to let go, while at the same time wavering over his substitute, unable to harden his heart. He couldn’t make a choice, foolishly hoping to drag things out.
Until he saw those three messages with his own eyes. Cole felt as if his soul had been sucked out. His mind was blank, hazy, as if he were in a dream. He couldn’t tell if this was a hallucination from lack of oxygen, or the stark, inescapable reality he had to face. If it was a hallucination, why did it feel so real? If it was reality, how could Aurora break up with him? She had chased him for so many years, said she would love him forever. How could she let go so easily? Cole couldn’t make sense of it. He rubbed his eyes hard, slapped his face a few times, trying to make himself clear-headed. But when he looked down again, he still saw those two messages.
Only then did he realize that what he thought was a hallucination was very likely reality. In an instant, he shot up from the hospital bed. His slightly trembling fingers furiously tapped on the screen. “Aurora, can we talk?” “There are some things I can explain to you.” “Where are you? Home, or with Skylar?” A flurry of messages, one after another, sent rattling through the phone, but they vanished without a trace, receiving no reply. Cole’s patience slowly ran out. He couldn’t sit still any longer. He ripped the IV needle from his hand, bolted downstairs, and drove frantically home.
Skylar had only slept three hours when Cole, bursting in like a madman, woke her up. He shook her, his voice trembling. “Skylar, where’s Aurora? Where did she go?” The accumulated anger of days, mixed with the shock of being woken, made Skylar snap. She threw off the covers, stood up, and slapped Cole across the face. “Don’t you have your precious Seraphina now? Why do you care about Aurora?!”
The stinging pain on his face briefly brought Cole back to his senses. He looked at his enraged sister, a twisted expression on his face, somewhere between a smile and a cry. “I… I can explain. Just tell me where she is first?”
At his words, Skylar let out a bitter laugh. She looked at him coldly, unleashing all the words she had held back for so long. “Explain? Explain what? Explain how you used Aurora as a substitute for three years? Cole Remington, do you have to be so disgusting to Aurora, and to me?” “Where she went is none of your business! She finally put the past behind her and is starting a new life. Don’t you know a good ex should be like a dead person?” “Go find Seraphina, why don’t you? Weren’t you so desperate for her, you even abandoned your family? Go marry her and get out of the Remington family! I, Skylar Remington, don’t have a brother like you!” She seemed to be so furious that her voice was choked with tears by the end. Cole was shoved out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang. He stared at the closed door, feeling his last shred of hope shatter with that sound. *Aurora knew. She knew he had used her as a substitute?* He felt all his strength drain away, stumbling a few steps. The guilt and regret, hidden deep within his heart for so long, erupted like a volcano, completely engulfing him.
Seraphina, carrying chicken soup, walked into the hospital room and froze at the sight of the empty bed. The nurse, tidying medical equipment nearby, was muttering to herself. “What’s the rush? Even pulled out his IV.” Seraphina’s heart sank. She quickly pulled out her phone to contact Cole. No replies to messages, no answers to calls. After waiting half an hour without a response, Seraphina grew irritated. She called Noah. “Where’s Cole? Has he contacted you?” Hearing only the first part, Seraphina’s impatient expression instantly vanished. Her eyes lit up with delight. She hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and leisurely left.
She hailed a cab and went directly to the Remington family estate without a word. Since Aurora had been so sensible as to break up with him, Cole was now completely in her grasp. The thought of a blissful life where she could openly boss him around and enjoy the Remington family’s resources and connections made her feel utterly elated.
When the car stopped at the villa entrance, the butler saw her and was about to announce her, but she waved him off and walked straight in. As soon as she entered the living room, Seraphina saw Cole sitting by the staircase, head down, busy on his phone. She put on a sweet smile and called his name softly. Cole seemed not to hear, not even lifting his head.
Instead, a door on the second floor opened. Skylar, in her pajamas, walked out, her eyes filled with coldness as she looked at Seraphina. “Our family doesn’t welcome just any random person. Butler, escort her out!” Seraphina never expected Skylar to treat her with such disrespect, especially in front of Cole. She swallowed her anger, but due to their social standing, she could only suppress her resentment and stiffly change the subject. “I came to see Cole. What does that have to do with you?”
“Then both of you can roll out!” Hearing Skylar’s undisguised disgust, the butler, who had been following behind, trembled and quickly gestured for Seraphina to leave. For Seraphina, this gesture was tantamount to humiliation. She stomped her foot a few times, walked up to Cole, and began to complain tearfully. “Cole, I didn’t do anything to your sister, why does she always target me?”
Cole raised his pallid, lifeless face. The light that used to shine in his eyes when he looked at her was gone. “You should go home for now.” The expected favoritism didn’t happen, and Seraphina froze. She looked at the imperious Skylar upstairs, her face filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me to leave? Cole Remington, think carefully. If I walk out that door today, even if you beg me, I will never step foot in your house again!”
Faced with her threat, Cole was at his breaking point, his voice anxious. “Please stop making a scene, can you just let me cool down for a bit?” From his tone, Seraphina sensed something was wrong with his mood. She was about to ask what had happened, but Skylar had lost her patience. “Our family doesn’t welcome people like you. Are you deaf?” The butler, who had been trying to stay out of it, heard his young lady was truly angry and dared not delay any longer. He called for some maids to escort Seraphina out. She refused to yield, and in the struggle, she overturned the coffee table. The crisp sound of glass smashing on the floor echoed, fragments scattering. The entire living room fell silent. Skylar, enraged, rushed down, ready to settle scores. But the anger that had nowhere to vent was swallowed back when she saw the figures at the doorway. “Mom, Dad, why are you back?”
In an instant, all eyes turned to the doorway. Mr. and Mrs. Remington, who had flown back overnight from Europe, looked at their son, who was weak and dejected, and at the chaotic mess before them. Their worry slowly turned into displeasure. “What’s all this commotion?” The instigator shivered at the question. Seraphina quickly composed herself, putting on a docile expression. “Hello, Uncle, Auntie…” Seeing her change expressions faster than flipping a book, Skylar sneered and directly interrupted her. “Brother brought some disreputable woman home and wants to tear our house apart.” “No, it’s all a misunderstanding, Uncle, Auntie, I can explain.” Mr. and Mrs. Remington stared coldly at the unfamiliar woman for a long time, effectively silencing her. “Are you Seraphina Thorne?” Hearing Mrs. Remington’s question, Seraphina thought Cole had praised her to his parents and quickly admitted, “Yes, that’s me.”
At that answer, Mr. Remington’s face darkened, and he ruthlessly ordered her out. “See her out. And she’s not to be allowed in again!” Given the family patriarch’s command, the maids no longer dared to hesitate. They roughly dragged Seraphina out. Cole, who had been silent for a long time, saw this and forced himself to stand up. “Seraphina, she…” *Slap!* Mr. Remington delivered a harsh slap to his son, his voice filled with disappointment. “I heard all about what happened yesterday. You risked your life for a woman, Cole Remington, you’re an absolute disgrace! Did you even think what would happen to your sister if you’d died in that water yesterday? What about your mother? What about the Remington family?” “I’m telling you, your mother and I will never approve of this Seraphina marrying into this family! Either you get out of the Remington family, or you cut ties with her completely!”
Though a distance away, Seraphina clearly heard every word. Her face instantly went ashen. She never imagined that a casual joke could cause such a huge dispute, escalating all the way to Mr. and Mrs. Remington. If it was true what they said, then she and Cole would never have a chance, would they? But Aurora had already broken up with him, and they were on the verge of getting back together, why this setback?
After being dragged to the door and left outside, Seraphina felt resentful. She forced down her panic and sent Cole over a dozen messages, trying to explain. Time ticked by, and it was almost dark, but he hadn’t replied to a single one. Looking at the blank chat interface, Seraphina grew increasingly uncertain. She quickly hailed a cab to consult her friends, and on the way, she contacted Cole’s friends to inquire about the situation. Soon, a message came back, but not the one she wanted to hear.
“Cole has been contacting everyone all afternoon, trying to find out where Aurora went after they broke up. We’ve searched the whole city and haven’t found a single lead about her. He’s practically losing his mind!”
Cole was distraught like this because of Aurora? This news hit Seraphina hundreds of times harder than Mr. and Mrs. Remington’s words. She never imagined that a departed substitute could make Cole abandon her. In an instant, her panic turned to rage, her face clouding with fury. And after her initial anger subsided, what emerged was more scorn and dissatisfaction. *Aurora Hayes, who does she think she is?*
After being thoroughly lectured, Cole was confined to his room for reflection. He stared unblinkingly at his phone screen, afraid to miss any message. But every reply he received was, without exception, “no.” The more he saw, the deeper his heartache grew. His fingers dug tightly into his flesh, leaving crimson marks, yet it couldn’t alleviate his anxiety and restlessness. He had practically blown up every phone. But whether by car or train, air or sea, he couldn’t find Aurora Hayes’s name. Had she stayed in the city, or had she left by some other means? Cole didn’t know. He had also tried to contact her friends, but no one would answer his calls, and those who did only offered a cold “I don’t know” or a sarcastic jab. He was at his wit’s end, yet he had no choice but to rack his brain for solutions. He waited from afternoon until midnight, without a moment’s rest.
Just as his anxiety reached its peak, a friend he hadn’t contacted in a long time suddenly sent a message, saying he vaguely saw someone who looked a lot like Aurora. Cole couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t open his door, so he climbed out the back window. Clutching a sliver of hope, he rushed to the address. The moment he pushed open the door and saw Seraphina and her friends, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him; he felt cold all over.
Seeing that he had truly gone to such lengths for Aurora, Seraphina’s face instantly turned extremely ugly. She looked straight at him, her voice filled with undisguised indignation. “Are you really that bothered by Aurora Hayes? She’s just my substitute, Cole Remington, get it straight!”
Hearing the word “substitute” again, a gnawing pain flared in Cole’s heart. He parted his parched lips, his voice hoarse. “She’s a good person. I was wrong to her. If you have a problem, come at me, but leave her alone.”
Seraphina had known him for ten years. This was the first time she’d heard him stand up for another woman. Her friends couldn’t help but interject. “Cole Remington, what do you mean by that? Are you really going to abandon Seraphina for some unimportant woman?” “Exactly! Seraphina just decided to forgive you. If you don’t appreciate that and make her angry again, you’ll regret it!” “She’s just a cheap substitute. So what if you broke up? Why make such a big deal about it? Haven’t you seen how much Seraphina has suffered today?”
These accusations landed on Cole’s ears, stirring his already troubled mind, leaving him in agony. Seeing him remain silent, the fire in Seraphina’s chest burned hotter and hotter. She was determined to get a definitive answer today. “Are you implying that Aurora Hayes is more important than me in your heart? You didn’t just see her as my substitute, you saw her as your girlfriend, you fell in love with her, didn’t you? Cole Remington, tell me the truth!”
Facing the accusation of the person he once deeply loved, Cole’s already fractured reason was pulled to the edge of a cliff. He knew that many unpleasant truths would likely come to a head tonight. He needed to make a decision. But Seraphina, who he’d yearned for for ten years, stood before him, yet he couldn’t bring himself to say “no.” He couldn’t deny his relationship with Aurora. A thousand days and nights of living together—holding hands, kissing, embracing… Unconsciously, she had seeped into his life like a gentle rain. But she was too quiet. Whether in sorrow or joy, she rarely made a sound. So quiet that he overlooked her presence, overlooked the fact that he had fallen for her. Only after losing her completely did he finally realize.
Aurora Hayes, when she first came into his life, might have been Seraphina Thorne’s substitute. But by the time she left, she had become entirely her own person, no longer bearing anyone else’s label. What he had lost was not a substitute, but a girlfriend. A girlfriend who, like Seraphina, had been by his side for three years.
No matter what questions the group threw at him, Cole remained silent. In Seraphina’s eyes, this was tantamount to an admission. She had never imagined that something she held so confidently in her hands could be stolen due to her oversight. And by a substitute who imitated her in every way, yet couldn’t compare to her. She couldn’t swallow this insult, but unable to find Aurora, she unleashed all her frustration on Cole. “Speak! Why aren’t you speaking? Is it so hard to say it was just a fling? Didn’t you tell countless people she was just a substitute?” “Have you forgotten that when we broke up, you solemnly promised me you’d wait for me forever? How could you go back on your word? In just three years, you’ve fallen for someone else? Is this your true heart?” “How is she better than me? From head to toe, she reeks of unsophisticated pettiness! Falling for a woman like that is an insult to me, an insult, do you understand?!”
Cole had never seen Seraphina so emotionally distraught. In their relationship, she had always been the high-and-mighty, in-control one, able to stir up trouble with just a few words. Because of her casual indifference, he had always thought she didn’t love him as deeply as he loved her. But only now did he glimpse the true feelings she had hidden away. It turned out she too could be panicked, insecure, and hurt. These emotions should have finally brought him peace. But in Cole’s wavering mind at this moment, these feelings were like oil poured on a fire, intensifying the torment in his heart. He couldn’t understand. If she cared about him so much, cared about their relationship… Then why could she be so cruel as to break up with him and go abroad, staying away for seven years?
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes red as he looked at the person before him, and finally, he couldn’t hold back his own questions. “What about you? Why did you break up with me and go abroad when I was most deeply in love with you? Why did you stay away for seven years? You never let go of me either, did you?”
“I just wanted to see if you could truly love me wholeheartedly forever, as you said! Did you do it? No, you fell for Aurora Hayes, you broke your promise!” Seraphina had lost all reason, speaking without thinking. Hearing this absurd reason, Cole froze. He never imagined that the seven years he had wasted were merely to test a sincere heart. When they were together, he had nearly given his life for her, and after their breakup, he had been devastated for three years before slowly recovering. Yet she thought his love was fake, his sincerity a lie. In an instant, the years of persistence and trust that had sustained him for a decade collapsed and shattered.
Looking at the person before him now, her features just as they had always been, Cole felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity. His last shred of unrequited obsession vanished. He lowered his eyes, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Yes, I broke my word. So, let’s end this.”
Days turned into weeks. Cole tried every possible way, but he couldn’t find any news about Aurora. She had vanished as if into thin air, leaving no trace. From one month to six months, then to three years. He never gave up searching for her. Slowly, Aurora, like Seraphina before her, became Cole’s insurmountable obsession.
He still lived in the same apartment. Every morning he woke up to a changed room, lost in thought for a long time. All traces of her had been removed. The only things left to recall the past were the pitifully few photos on his phone. In three years, there were only seven pictures in total. He flipped through them again and again.
In his endless longing, Cole grew older. His family started pressing him frequently for marriage, arranging blind dates and introducing him to various girls. But he refused to engage with any of them. Others assumed he had been so hurt by Seraphina that he had lost all hope in love. But only he knew that after that frank confrontation, he had completely let go of her. Could a love that had lasted a decade truly vanish in an instant? Cole thought it was possible. After all, between him and Seraphina, there were seven long years. Over two thousand five hundred days and nights, far longer than their time together. That intense affection, worn down by time, slowly lost its original color, tainted by the pain of unrequited desire. More than love, this emotion was closer to a habit. When that habit was broken, he finally realized that he could have escaped it long ago. But Seraphina couldn’t understand his thoughts and continued to pester him.
Amidst their entanglement, Cole’s twenty-seventh birthday arrived. As in previous years, he had dinner with his family, where he was once again urged to marry. Skylar still hadn’t returned, saying she was busy when asked. He didn’t know if she was telling the truth, but he knew that since Aurora’s departure, the relationship between him and his sister had grown distant. He grew irritated by the talk and drank a bit too much. When he returned, Skylar was just getting back. He called out to her. “I’ve been drinking. Can you drive me?” Skylar looked reluctant, about to refuse, but a look from Mr. and Mrs. Remington forced her into the car.
Throughout the drive, she didn’t say a word, her face cold. Cole’s mood also sank. After a long silence, he spoke. “Are you going to keep avoiding me like this?” “Avoiding? We’re on different paths; isn’t it better to have less contact?” Skylar didn’t take the olive branch he offered, instead snapping back. Seeing her unforgiving manner, Cole couldn’t help but rub his temples. “What happened before, I was wrong to Aurora. I apologize to you. Can you please stop holding a grudge? Mom and Dad are watching. Do you think they feel good when you act like this?” Hearing him even bring up Mom and Dad, Skylar rolled her eyes, utterly exasperated. “Now you care if Mom and Dad worry? Where was that concern when you were acting like you wanted to die for Seraphina? Don’t pull this big brother act on me. I told you before, I don’t recognize you as my brother!” After venting all her frustration, Skylar put on her music playlist, no longer bothering to argue with him.
In the confined space of the car, only the loud, heavy metal music blared. Cole couldn’t find an opportunity to speak, so he opened the window and watched the neon lights outside. After some unknown time, the playlist ended and started over. The first song was now a pop ballad, and a light piano intro began. Cole’s somber mood finally eased. He leaned back in his seat, about to close his eyes and rest.
“Gazing at the setting sun, stars and clouds wave in reply, which way does the wind blow…”
As the soft, melodic singing began, he opened his eyes, instinctively looking towards the screen. Skylar, quickly realizing, swiftly skipped to the next song. Though he hadn’t seen the singer’s name, her reaction made Cole increasingly certain. That voice, just now, was Aurora Hayes! He spun his head to look at her, immediately catching the fleeting panic on her face, and her forced calm as she deliberately changed the subject. “We’re here. Get out of the car.”
Watching Skylar’s fleeing figure, Cole’s intuition grew stronger. He hurried home, opened his laptop, and searched for the song lyrics. Soon, the search engine brought up relevant information.
“The Unseen Star, Singer: Aurora Hayes, Song Description…”
Cole’s gaze froze at the name Aurora Hayes. Suddenly, he remembered the songs she used to write in her free time and the hopeful look in her eyes when she spoke of becoming a professional singer. He reread the line countless times, then began searching for the name Aurora Hayes.
“Aurora Hayes, twenty-four years old, female, rising star under Luminara Records. Officially debuted in March 2024, releasing her first album, Star River Wanderings, in the same month.”
Luminara Records? Cole scrolled through his contact list and successfully found the CEO of the music company. He couldn’t wait a moment longer and immediately messaged him. Shortly after, the CEO politely explained the situation and then forwarded a SnapChat contact. It was Aurora Hayes’s current agent, and the talent scout who discovered her, Mr. Davis. From him, Cole learned many things.
It turned out that Aurora had disappeared because she had signed a contract with Luminara Records for three years of secret training. After the intensive training, the company immediately tailored her first album. And upon its release, the album was widely praised both within and outside the industry, garnering significant attention. Cole, however, never paid attention to such things, so he had no impression of it. Faced with this sudden news, he felt as if he had been hit by an unexpected stroke of luck, overwhelmed and confused. The joy of a long-awaited reunion, the relief of a finally resolved obsession, long-held regret, and the uncertainty of tomorrow… In an instant, countless emotions surged through Cole’s heart.
He stayed up all night, tirelessly searching the internet for every piece of news related to Aurora. He tried to fill the void of the past three years in a single night. When morning came, he rushed straight to the headquarters of Luminara Records. After waiting three hours in the conference room, he finally saw the person he had thought about day and night. The moment Aurora pushed open the door, Cole felt his heart skip several beats. After three years, she looked more mature, exuding an air of self-assurance and grace. Seeing him, she also paused for a moment, but quickly regained her composure, a polite smile on her lips. “Mr. Remington, long time no see.”
Hearing her formal address, a flicker of disappointment crossed Cole’s eyes. “Long time no see. Do we have to be so formal?” Hearing their exchange, Mr. Davis, who was standing behind Aurora, quickly jumped in. “You misunderstand, sir. We just feel it’s more respectful to address you as Mr. Remington.” With his cheerful interjection, Aurora no longer needed to make small talk. She offered a slight nod, then sat down, watching the two men exchange pleasantries, and casually opened the contract on the table. She had received a message last night about a project meeting, which was why she had arrived so early. On her way, she’d gotten a message from Skylar, and vaguely guessed that Cole was looking for her. Two weeks ago, after returning from Vienna, she’d heard from various people about all the things he had done to find her over the past three years. While surprised, she was also a little confused. He had only treated her as a substitute, and Seraphina had agreed to get back with him. Why was he still so hung up on someone who had already left?
So, once the collaboration discussion was over, and only the two of them remained in the conference room, Aurora didn’t hold back. She asked directly. “The Remington Group recently entered the film and television industry. Is it not a coincidence that this popular music variety show you’re investing in is being offered to a rookie like me?”
Aurora’s straightforwardness and politeness slowly chilled the burning anticipation in Cole’s heart. He stared at her, trying to find some familiar trace. But no matter how he looked, he only saw a mask of icy coolness. His clasped hands unconsciously tightened, and his voice was drawn out. “What if it is, and what if it isn’t? Aurora, do we really need to be so precise between us?”
It was the answer she expected. Aurora took a sip of coffee, her voice calm. “Mr. Remington, you and I are merely investor and musician. Some things, of course, need to be clarified to avoid misunderstandings.”
“Is that all it is?”
Seeing the fleeting disappointment in his eyes, Aurora’s voice remained firm. “Of course.”
Before coming here, Cole had imagined a thousand possibilities for their reunion. Silence, tears, or feigned composure. The one thing he hadn’t expected was this professional detachment. Was he the only one still clinging to the past, unable to move on? Cole desperately wanted to deny it, so he brought up their history, trying to find confirmation. “But we were together for so long, have you forgotten all that?”
“Three years. It’s been three years since we broke up. Not too long, but enough to start a new life. There’s no need to reminisce about the past, especially since they weren’t particularly pleasant memories.” Every word was like a needle piercing Cole. The gnawing ache in his heart made it difficult to control the sorrow on his face. The atmosphere in the room grew heavy, and his slightly rapid breathing was almost audible.
After a long silence, Aurora heard his low, hoarse apology. “I’m sorry, Aurora. I was wrong about the past. I failed your genuine feelings. I deeply apologize.”
By now, Aurora had truly moved on from those past events. In youth, fueled by passion and impulse, who hadn’t acted recklessly for love? She, perhaps, just had a bit of bad luck and loved the wrong person. She accepted her mistake and had the courage to start anew. So, facing these belated apologies, her heart remained unruffled. “It’s all in the past. No need to bring it up again.” With that, Aurora rose and left the conference room. A reunion, after all this time, ended abruptly and unexpectedly.
Mr. Davis, who had been waiting outside for a long time, saw her emerge and immediately rushed over, his voice cheerful. “Aurora, you and Mr. Remington are old acquaintances? Did you have a good chat?” Having known him for so long, Aurora knew what he was getting at and carefully chose her words. “He’s a friend’s brother; we’ve met a few times before. The chat was okay, but our relationship is just casual.” Mr. Davis, who knew her temperament well, chuckled. “Are you pulling my leg again? If it was ‘casual,’ why would a spot that people fight tooth and nail for go to a newcomer like you? Give me the lowdown, what connections do you really have in the industry? That way, I’ll have leverage when I push for you with the higher-ups!”
“If I really had connections, would I have been grinding under you all these years? Mr. Davis, don’t go getting any wild ideas. We just stick to singing, training, and waiting for scheduled gigs.” Aurora continued to persuade him as she ushered him into the recording studio, beginning her work for the day.
She worked until evening, and the new song was recorded. After work, Aurora stretched and left the company. Downstairs, she saw Skylar waiting in the distance, waving at her. Although the two friends had met when Aurora returned to the country, she had been busy with work and moving for the past two weeks, so they had only communicated by phone. With tomorrow being a day off, the two friends decided to meet up. They first went to their favorite restaurant, then watched a movie. By the time they came out, it was already eleven o’clock, so Aurora took Skylar back to her new apartment. The moment Skylar entered and saw the brand-new slippers, pajamas, and daily necessities prepared for her, she was overjoyed. She pulled Aurora onto the sofa, and they nestled together, watching shows, eating snacks, and chatting about gossip. The scene was exactly as it used to be. Both felt like they had gone back to their school days, filled with emotion.
“What? Cole Remington went to see you this morning?” Although Aurora mentioned it casually, Skylar exploded like a pot of boiling water. Seeing her so agitated, Aurora quickly pulled her down to sit and handed her the juice on the table, trying to calm her down. “It was about work, nothing much was said. Don’t be so dramatic.” Skylar took a big gulp of orange juice, still holding a grudge from three years ago, her voice indignant. “He still has the nerve to see you? Ugh. If it weren’t for blood, for what he did, I’d get a bunch of people to beat him up. I warned him countless times, but he never learns his lesson. No, I’m going to confront him tomorrow. Aurora, don’t worry, I won’t let him bother you again.”
Aurora knew Skylar was doing this for her own good. But they were siblings after all, and she didn’t want Skylar to strain her family relationship because of her. She gently tried to persuade her. “Skylar, I’ve put the past behind me. You don’t need to worry anymore. From now on, in my eyes, he’s just my best friend’s brother.” Skylar stared intently at her, and seeing Aurora’s relaxed expression, she finally believed that she had truly moved on. “Brother? I don’t have a brother like that. Just treat him like a familiar stranger, don’t bother with him. If he still dares to bother you, just tell me, and I’ll teach him a lesson.” Seeing Skylar chattering on, ready to stand up for her, Aurora felt a warmth in her heart and hugged her. “Okay, everything you say is right. I’ll obey!” Skylar finally felt more at ease and fed her some fruit. Seeing her feasting heartily, she suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, “You said he sought you out for work? What kind of work?”
“He invited me to be a resident guest on the third season of ‘Melodies of the Heart.’” At this, Skylar remembered that their family was indeed the biggest investor in that show. She frowned, speaking hesitantly. “This show was indeed invested in by Cole. It’s been very popular domestically for the past two years. He gave you one of the four resident guest spots. What’s he plotting?”
Aurora had thought about this question too. But whatever his intentions, getting this spot was an opportunity for her, a newcomer. So she didn’t want to rack her brain trying to guess his motives. “Who cares? The company’s got my back, so nothing bad will happen. I’m just worried that getting such a good job out of nowhere, people might call me a ‘privileged artist’?” “With me around, how could that happen? Aurora, don’t worry, I’ll handle your online reputation. If anyone dares to call you a ‘privileged artist,’ I’ll get someone to tailor-make a unique music show just for you, so everyone can see what real connections look like.” Seeing that she had let go of her worries, Aurora also sighed in relief, picking up on Skylar’s playful tone. “If it’s just me, will anyone even watch? How about you invite all the big-name artists in the industry to be my guests? That’ll create buzz. Otherwise, aren’t you just promoting me for free?” “What’s our relationship? If I promote you, I promote you. Who can say anything?” The sisters bantered back and forth, endlessly enjoying each other’s company. They chatted until dawn before Skylar finally felt sleepy. Aurora tucked her in and turned off the light. Listening to Skylar’s soft breathing beside her, she smiled faintly. Everything was different now. But thankfully, she and Skylar were still the same as ever.
The next day, they both slept until afternoon. After washing up, Skylar complained she was hungry and took Aurora out, saying she wanted to try a newly opened dessert shop. The shop was located halfway up a hill. Since it was a weekday, there weren’t many people. They found a spot on the outdoor terrace and exchanged secrets while looking at the mountains of red cherry blossoms and lush green leaves. As they were chatting animatedly, a few people walked by. One of them accidentally tilted their tray, and a cream cake fell onto Aurora’s clothes. Seeing her stained dress, she frowned slightly, pulling out a few tissues to wipe it. The girl who caused the trouble was about to apologize, but after seeing their faces, her apologies turned to surprise. “It’s you two?”
Hearing the familiar voice, Skylar stopped helping Aurora wipe her clothes. She looked up and saw Seraphina Thorne. After half a year, she was still the same, always making a scene wherever she went. Confronted like this, Skylar’s expression immediately turned subtle. Skylar’s face also darkened, and she instantly shielded Aurora behind her. “Don’t you have a mouth? Can’t even say sorry? No wonder you hang out with people like her.” Hearing her mockery, the girl who caused the accident glared, ready to retort, but Seraphina stopped her. She raised an eyebrow, looked at Skylar, who had been causing her trouble for the past three years, and scoffed. “Well, well, if it isn’t the Remington family’s little shrew and my substitute.”
When it came to comebacks, Skylar never let anyone get the better of her. “Oh, no, I’m not. How could I compare to a clingy nuisance that everyone dislikes? What, did you get rejected by Cole Remington again today, so you came here looking for attention? Sorry, but no one in the Remington family wants anything to do with someone who throws herself at him. You can give up that idea.” Having her sore spot exposed in front of Aurora, Seraphina’s anger flared, and she could no longer maintain her calm facade. “Skylar Remington, my business with Cole is none of your concern, okay? Watch your mouth! Before you speak, think about this: if I’m ‘throwing myself at him,’ what does the person behind you count as? A fake?”
Whenever Aurora was involved, Skylar would bristle with anger like a protective mother animal. She didn’t bother with words and immediately picked up the half-eaten cake from the table, throwing it directly at Seraphina’s face. “Too bad for you! The man you’ve been chasing for thirteen years doesn’t want you, and now he’s chasing me and Aurora. Are you jealous?” Being humiliated like this in front of her friends, her carefully applied makeup ruined, Seraphina’s face turned beet red with fury. “Skylar Remington, don’t think that just because you’re Cole Remington’s sister, I have to put up with you…” “I never asked you to put up with anything, did I? If you’re so capable, then get your revenge!” The two were equally stubborn, and it looked like a fight was about to break out. Seraphina’s friends, wary of Skylar’s identity and afraid of offending the Remington family, quickly pulled her back. Aurora also didn’t want to waste a beautiful day off on undeserving people and tried to calm Skylar from behind.
At her insistence, Skylar finally relented, pulling Aurora to leave. As they passed Seraphina, she deliberately stuck out a leg to trip someone. Aurora, caught off guard, stumbled a few steps, almost falling against a stone wall, but Skylar caught her, steadying her. The argument, which had been about to subside, instantly escalated again due to this provocation. Skylar couldn’t swallow the insult and lunged forward to teach them a lesson. Aurora, fearing she might get hurt, rushed to help. As the two girls struggled with the five friends, someone bit Skylar’s hand. Without thinking, she grabbed a plate from the table and smashed it against the person dragging her from behind.
*CRASH!*
Seraphina fell to the ground.
Blood streamed down her forehead.
*Drip, drip, drip.*
Cole Remington received the news and rushed to the police station. He saw his sister still arguing with the police and took a deep breath. “I told you, she started it! The surveillance footage shows it clearly!” He walked over, pressed Skylar, who was pounding the table in protest, into a chair, and then noticed Aurora sitting inside. Their eyes met, and a hint of surprise flashed in his. He was about to ask what had happened when the police officer spoke first. “You’re here to bail them out, right? They got into a conflict at the cake shop and sent someone to the hospital. The other party agreed to a settlement, but they’re refusing. You really should talk some sense into them.” After the officer sighed and left the room, Skylar turned to Cole and repeated what she had said earlier. “Aurora and I are the victims. It was legitimate self-defense when our personal safety was threatened. Why should we seek their understanding?” Hearing her stubbornly insist on clarifying everything, Cole had no choice but to raise his voice. “Alright, first, explain exactly what happened.”
Skylar then patiently recounted the entire incident. When Cole heard that Aurora had nearly been hurt, his heart pounded a few times, and he instinctively glanced at her. But she showed no expression, simply pulled out a tissue and wiped the cream from Skylar’s bag. “If I hadn’t caught her, Aurora would be in the hospital right now. I was just giving them a taste of their own medicine. Why should we settle and apologize to them?” After understanding the situation, Cole’s face also darkened. He signed the bail papers and took the two girls out of the police station. “You two go home first. I’ll handle this.” Watching their car drive out of sight, he turned and looked at the hospital, a few dozen yards away.
Seraphina Thorne was in room 1406. When Cole pushed open the door, she had just returned from her last examination. Several girls were gathered around her bed, offering advice. “Seraphina, we can’t afford to offend the Remingtons. It’s just a minor injury, let it go.” “Skylar is a total shrew. From now on, let’s avoid her so she doesn’t go crazy again.” Seraphina, hurt and still having to swallow her anger, was about to lash out when she saw Cole. Her furious face instantly transformed into a pitiful, tearful expression, her eyes misty. “Cole, I knew you hadn’t let go of me. I knew you’d come to see me.” The girls exchanged glances, then tacitly found excuses to slip out, leaving them alone.
Once the last person left, Cole closed the door and turned back. In three years, from gatherings to chance encounters, and later through work after he returned to the Remington Group, he and Seraphina met at least four times a week. He had told her countless times that they were over. But she still refused to give up, stubbornly believing he was just angry with her, insisting on chasing him. Slowly, he stopped bothering to explain, allowing her to engineer various “chance” encounters, offering no response. During this time, he also heard about the minor conflicts between her and Skylar, mostly verbal spats, which he hadn’t taken seriously. Yet, he never imagined that years of ignoring her would not make Seraphina come to her senses, but instead make her more reckless. The thought of Aurora almost getting hurt today deeply displeased Cole. He looked coldly at Seraphina as she, with misty eyes, walked towards him, extending her hand pitifully. Just as she was about to grasp his hand, he stepped back a few paces and spoke in a low voice. “I’ve already heard what Skylar said about today. Aurora just came back to the country and didn’t have any past dealings with you. Why did you deliberately target her?”
His few words choked Seraphina’s accusations in her throat. She blinked, a tear falling, her voice filled with grievance. “They started calling me names! Vivian and Arya heard it all, you can ask them.” “They’re your friends, of course they’ll take your side. Skylar might call you names, but how could Aurora have offended you? You’re just taking advantage of her good temper, picking on the easy target, aren’t you?” Seraphina never expected him to finally take the initiative, only to side with the person who had caused her injury. She was deeply resentful and started acting stubbornly unreasonable again. “Yes, I just don’t like her, is that not allowed? If it weren’t for her, how would we be in this situation today? You’re still defending her! You clearly don’t care about me!”
He had seen her breakdown and cry like this countless times in the past three years; he was immune to it now. His phone buzzed a few times. He took it out, saw a message from his secretary, and his voice turned cold. “I’ve put a stop to all five projects the Remington family was collaborating on with the Thorne family. Whether or not cooperation resumes depends on your attitude. If you continue to cause trouble for Skylar and Aurora like you did today, you will face the consequences.”
Hearing his icy tone, Seraphina’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. “What did you say?! You’re doing this to me to get back at me for them? Look closely, I’m the one who’s hurt!” Cole’s patience had run out. He gave her one last look. His eyes held nothing but utter indifference. “Skylar is my sister. Aurora is the person I care about most. Don’t you understand?” With that, he turned and left, regardless of her reaction. The moment the door closed, heart-wrenching wails erupted from the room. But Cole didn’t look back.
*** [Cliffhanger] ***
Aurora took Skylar home, and both changed out of their stained clothes. The housekeeper had already prepared dinner, and they ate and chatted about what had happened that day. Just as they finished eating, Cole’s call came through. “I’m done here. Where are you two? Let’s have dinner together. There are a few things I wanted to ask you.” Skylar put down her chopsticks and leisurely spoke. “No need. Aurora and I have already eaten. If you have anything you want to ask, say it now. Don’t interrupt our sister time.” “Then let’s grab some coffee. It’s still early.”
Being siblings, Skylar immediately understood his intentions and scoffed. “I threw the cake, I caused the scene. It has nothing to do with Aurora. You’re just looking for an excuse to see Aurora, aren’t you? Let me tell you, she has nothing to do with you anymore. Put your silly ideas away.” After saying all that in one breath, she didn’t give him any face and hung up the phone. Seeing the smug look on her face, Aurora couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “Skylar, why have you gotten so feisty in three years? Now you even dare to talk back to your brother.” “It’s all to protect you from getting hurt again, you know? It’s not easy being me.”
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Everyone said Julian loved Anya more than his own life.
He pursued her for ten years, spoiled her for ten, and would ache for hours if she even frowned.
Yet, this same Julian betrayed her, not once, but three times.
The first time, he was drugged by a rival at a corporate gala and ended up having a one-night stand with a college student.
The day I brought up divorce, he shipped the girl overseas overnight.
Then he stood under my apartment window, letting the rain soak him for three whole days and nights.
He pleaded, “Anya, I messed up. Just forgive me this once.”
Looking at his pale, defeated face, my resolve crumbled.
The second time, I walked into him at the hospital, accompanying that same college student to her prenatal check-up.
His eyes were red-rimmed as he explained, “Anya, two weeks ago I was abroad for a business deal.
I got into a car accident.
She risked the car exploding to pull me out, saving my life.”
“Later, we found out she was pregnant, and Grandma threatened suicide if I didn’t keep the baby.”
He held me so tight, his voice trembling.
“Please, don’t leave me, okay? I swear, once she gives birth, I’ll send her away.
The baby will be sent to our family’s estate.
They’ll never appear before you again, I promise.”
And like an idiot, I believed him.
The third time, he was at an auction, openly bidding against me for my mother’s keepsakes.
That sapphire necklace was her favorite piece of jewelry when she was alive, the only tangible memory she left me.
But Julian’s bids grew more aggressive with each raise.
Finally, he drove the price astronomically high, winning the necklace only to give it directly to that college student.
I stormed into his private box, demanding answers.
He just tiredly rubbed his temples. “She’s been struggling with prenatal depression lately, and she really set her heart on this necklace.”
“Anya, please, just let her have this, okay?”
In that moment, a bitter laugh escaped me, tears streaming down my face as I did.
“And what if I don’t?”
He frowned.
“Anya, stop being dramatic. Serena is due any day now. Once the baby’s born, everything will go back to how it used to be.”
I stared at him, my heart feeling like it was being brutally split open by an axe.
“Back to how it used to be?”
What did ‘how it used to be’ even mean?
Was it when his eyes were only for me?
Or when he’d drive three hours on a stormy night just to get me a slice of strawberry cake?
Did he even remember any of it?
“Mr. King…”
Melanie’s shocked cry echoed behind me.
She was clutching her stomach, leaning against the wall, her face a ghostly white.
“I twisted my ankle… it hurts so much…”
Dominic’s expression instantly twisted.
He shoved me away, almost knocking me over, and rushed to scoop her into his arms.
His shoulder brutally slammed into me.
I stumbled backward, my hipbone hitting the sharp corner of a table.
The pain was so intense, cold sweat immediately drenched my back.
“Dominic!” I called out, my voice trembling.
But he didn’t even glance back. He strode away with Melanie in his arms, leaving me only with his hurried back.
I stood there, the more I tried to smile, the more tears streamed down my face.
The life-saving act that bound him, coupled with that child they shared… Dominic, you’d never be able to shake her off now.
How could we ever go back to how things were?
I staggered to my feet, wiping away the blood from my temple, and got into the car.
My driver, Mark, asked cautiously, “Ma’am, back to the mansion?”
“No.” I closed my eyes. “To the law firm.”
Two hours later, I, Seraphina, held the freshly printed divorce papers and headed to the hospital.
Outside the top-floor VIP room, the bodyguards saw me, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they looked down.
I stood at the end of the hallway, watching Dominic. He’d booked the entire floor for Melanie.
Doctors and nurses were on call, and he stayed glued to her bedside.
If she so much as furrowed her brow, he’d panic as if the sky were falling.
“I really want tiramisu from that fancy dessert shop across town…”
Melanie whined softly, fluttering her eyelashes.
Dominic didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed his car keys and was out the door.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
I stood in the shadows, my heart aching as if it had been ripped open.
Only after he left did I push open the hospital room door.
Melanie’s eyes instantly welled up when she saw me.
“Miss King, are you here to accuse me? I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to. I just liked that necklace so much…”
Her tears hovered at the brink, her voice catching.
“Even though Mr. King took it from you to give to me, he only did it so I could have a smooth delivery, all to get back with you. He’s been taking care of me, but I know he’s only thinking of you.”
“It’s just us two here, stop pretending.”
I had no desire to appreciate her masterful acting.
“Years ago, Dominic gave you fifty million to disappear, yet you still showed up in front of him, pregnant no less. I know exactly what you want.”
Her tears froze on her face.
“I’m done with your games.” I handed her the divorce papers. “If I give these to him personally, he won’t sign. You figure out a way to get him to sign without him knowing.”
Melanie bit her lip.
“You misunderstand, I never wanted to break you two up…”
“This is your only chance,” I interrupted. “Think carefully.”
Melanie stared at the papers for a long time before finally reaching out to take them. “…Thank you, Miss King, for making our family of three complete.”
A family of three.
My chest felt as if a dull knife had brutally stabbed through it, the pain making my breath tremble.
“Then I wish you… a happy family of three, forever.”
Back at the mansion, I pulled out a cardboard box and began packing away everything related to Dominic.
Dominic and I had grown up together, the memories countless.
The first thing I placed in the box was a photo album.
Flipping to the first page, there was a photo of us at five years old. He was wearing a tiny suit, a stern look on his face as he stood beside me, but his hand was secretly clutching the corner of my dress.
Aunt Victoria used to say he stubbornly refused to take a picture alone that day, insisting on being with me.
That was the first time he showed his possessiveness over me.
The second item was a button from his high school uniform.
On graduation day, all the girls were scrambling for buttons from the boys, but I just sat at my desk.
Later, when school was out, I found his button quietly resting on my desk, along with a note:
“Only take mine.”
Even then, he’d learned to use his status as the King family heir to keep other boys away from me.
The third item was a diamond ring.
The very day I became legally old enough to marry, he couldn’t wait to propose to me on the massive LED screen in the city’s downtown heart.
As rose petals rained down from a helicopter, this diamond ring shimmered coldly in his hand.
He put it on my finger himself, his eyes filled with love.
“Sera, for the rest of my life, I am yours.”
If not for Melanie, I truly believed we would grow old together.
I chuckled self-deprecatingly, putting all these items into the cardboard box, then tossing them into the trash.
The next morning, I was woken by the commotion downstairs.
As I walked out, I saw the staff carrying bags of luxury goods into the living room.
Hermès bags, Cartier jewelry, Chanel haute couture…
Melanie stood in the grand hall, shaking her head delicately.
“Mr. King, this is too much. I never wanted all this…”
Dominic looked at her tenderly.
“Don’t argue, just take them. A happy mood will ensure a smooth delivery for the baby.”
The moment he finished speaking, he saw me.
His expression stiffened, and he quickly spoke.
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