My husband, Dominick Hampton’s sister, Angie Hampton, was the darling of their entire family. On our wedding day, she wore an extravagant princess gown that stole all the attention away from me. She even deliberately spilled hot water all over me. My chest was scalded red, but she only looked at Dominick with teary eyes and said, “Oh, Dominick, I’m always so clumsy.” Dominick gently patted her head and comforted her, “You are not clumsy. It’s just that Lynda didn’t catch your cup properly.” Later, she even tagged along with us on our honeymoon to the islands. While we were diving, she took the chance to block my oxygen tube, leaving me to drown beneath the sea. Everyone thought it was just an accident. Back home, Angie seized my jewelry, bags, and luxury car. With her wealthy background, she quickly made a name for herself in the entertainment industry. But fate smiled on me, granting me a second chance. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my wedding to Dominick. The grand doors opened slowly, and all the lights converged on the red carpet. I lifted my wedding gown and took my father’s arm, ready to step into the ceremony. Just then, a woman in a fluffy pink dress suddenly started walking slowly from the other end of the red carpet. Her dress was even more ostentatious than my wedding gown, adorned with glittering rhinestones that dazzled under the lights. She wore a crown, her makeup was flawless, looking every bit like a Barbie doll. It was my husband’s sister, Angie. “Lynda, you look so beautiful today,” she loudly praised, drawing everyone’s attention to herself. She smiled and waved at the guests with an innocent charm, like a celebrity on the red carpet, as if this wedding was her show, the red carpet and spotlights all meant for her. Then, she opened her arms as if wanting to embrace me. In my past life, she took the opportunity during this hug to tear off my veil and undo the zipper at the back of my dress, making a spectacle of me on the red carpet. Afterward, Angie feigned an apology and stood to the side, watching me squirm in embarrassment. When the flower petals began to fall, she just so happened to be standing in the shower of flowers, striking various sweet and elegant poses. The carefully planned entrance ceremony was completely ruined. Dominick and I hurriedly exchanged rings. Dominick’s mother was thoroughly pleased with Angie’s beauty and grace. This time, just as Angie was about to hug me, I swiftly took a small blade from my father’s pocket and warmly approached her. I thought, “If she wants to be in the spotlight, I’ll make sure she gets enough of it.” Angie tried to use her necklace to tear my veil, so she hugged me tightly. Holding the blade, I silently made a few quick slashes along the side of her chest. As she attempted to unzip my dress, her princess gown suddenly slipped down, revealing her chest. A wave of hushed whispers rose from the crowd below. Angie hastily pulled up her dress. She tried to zip it up, only to find that the side of her dress had been slit open. “How did this happen?” To show off her figure, she had chosen a tight-fitting gown. Now, the more she tried to hold the fabric together, the more the material gave way, tearing even further. I slipped the blade back into my pocket and pretended to help Angie up with a look of surprise. “Angie, you’re so enthusiastic today.” Because her skirt was heavy, as soon as Angie stood up, it started slipping down again. The kids in the audience laughed heartily, and a few ill-intentioned men began taking photos. The livestream I arranged was already up and running. “Don’t do that. Stop it, please,” Angie pleaded, her shoulders hunched in mortification. So, she did know how humiliating it was to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Dominick descended from the stage and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Angie. “Angie, go change your clothes first.” Angie looked up at the petals piling overhead, hoping to grab attention again when the petals fell, but with her dress ruined, she had no choice but to leave in frustration. My father placed my hand into Dominick’s. “Dominick, I’ve known you since you were a child, and I have faith in you. “I hope you and Lynda have a happy, blessed life together.” My father and Dominick’s father were once teachers at the same school. Later, my father resigned and went into business, but they remained good friends. This marriage was strongly encouraged by both sets of parents. Under the witness of the officiant and guests, Dominick placed the diamond ring on my finger. At that moment, the flower petals began to drift down, creating an incredibly romantic scene. Dominick was handsome. Though his job didn’t pay much, it was stable and respectable. To put my father’s mind at ease, I tried to open my heart to him. But as I gazed deeply at Dominick, his eyes were not on me. He kept glancing backstage, where Angie had just left. I squeezed his hand, and he finally snapped out of it. “Sorry, Lynda. Angie’s always been clumsy and can’t take care of herself. “I’m worried she won’t know where to find her clothes.” I rolled my eyes. I thought, “Angie is already 26. Does she really need her brother to help her find clothes?” Before I could complain further, Angie was already at the small side door backstage, waving at Dominick. “Dominick, come here.” Dominick let go of my hand and strode toward Angie. Watching his retreating figure, I thought, “How did I not notice in my past life how close they were?”
When Angie reappeared, she was wearing the dress I had specially prepared for the wedding party. She looked at herself with satisfaction in the mirror, admiring how she looked in the dress. She casually asked me, “Lynda, you don’t mind I wear your dress, do you?” “I didn’t bring any other clothes, and Dominick said I could wear this one.” Angie set up her phone on a tripod and began striking various poses for the camera. This dress was custom-made by a high-end designer, with fabric and style that were one-of-a-kind. Angie had wanted to wear it for a long time, so the moment she got the chance, she eagerly put it on to show off. I found a plastic bag behind the makeup counter, and Angie’s T-shirt and jeans were inside. “Angie, aren’t these your clothes?” I said, tossing the bag in front of her and waiting for her to take off my dress. Angie looked down at her plain clothes, her fingers reluctantly caressing the fine fabric of my dress. The wedding party was about to start, and Dominick came to find me. Seeing him, Angie lit up as if she’d spotted a savior and threw herself into his arms. “Dominick, I don’t know what I did to upset Lynda. She won’t let me wear her dress.” Her eyes started to redden, and soon, tears were welling up, ready to spill over. Dominick frowned slightly, pointing to the clothes hanging on the rack. “Can’t you just wear these?” he asked me. Those were dresses I had tried on and discarded, and they couldn’t compare to the custom-made gown. “Why doesn’t Angie wear these instead? “Today is my wedding day. It only happens once in a lifetime. “Why should someone else wear the dress I had specially made while I settle for the leftovers?” Angie hid behind Dominick, quietly sobbing. “I’m sorry, Dominick. I’m just too silly. I didn’t know I was wearing Lynda’s favorite dress. “I’ll take it off right now.” She began tugging at the buttons on the dress with exaggerated emotion. She deformed the original exquisite diamond buttons, making them hang loosely on the dress. Clearly, she didn’t want me to wear this dress as well. Dominick soothed her as if calming a child, his voice gentle and low. When he spoke to me, he was always polite but rarely showed any real emotion. I used to think he was just stoic and emotionally stable. But now, watching him comfort Angie, I realized he had a sensitive, caring side too, However, he had never shown that side of him to me. “In that case, let Angie wear the dress and take my place to attend the party with you.” I lifted my wedding gown and sat down on the sofa. “Lynda.” Dominick’s tone became impatient. “Stop this nonsense. You’re the bride. How do you think the guests outside will react to this?” I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “He’s finally realized that I am the bride today.” “Angie is still a child. Don’t hold it against her. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll apologize to you on her behalf.” His tone wasn’t apologetic at all. It was more like he was blaming me for being unreasonable. I looked at him and Angie, my thoughts drifting to the wedding gift my father had prepared for me. Angie reluctantly took off the dress she had messed up. She turned and carefully chose another unique-looking dress. I tossed the ruined gown she returned into the trash and changed into my everyday clothes. When my father and the guests saw me wearing a shirt and wide-leg pants to the party, they were all very surprised. “The dress got dirty from mice. It’s more comfortable in regular clothes,” I explained. Angie, who followed me out, looked embarrassed but couldn’t say anything. She spotted a waiter bringing over a pot of hot water, and a sly smile crept onto her lips. I knew she was planning to pull the same prank from my previous life. Sure enough, she filled a cup to the brim with hot water and carefully handed it to me. “Lynda, I apologize for what just happened. Here, have some water.” She looked sincere as if she genuinely wanted to make amends. Dominick nudged me with his elbow, signaling for me to take the cup. I knew that if I reached out, Angie would “accidentally” spill the hot water on my chest. The burn from last time took me two months to heal. I turned and walked over to my father’s business associates and greeted them. Angie had no choice but to follow me, and the hot water scalded her fingers, making her wince. At this table sat CEOs of companies worth tens of billions of dollars. Dominick’s mother wanted Angie to make a good impression on them, hoping she might marry into a wealthy family someday. I introduced Angie to them. “This is my husband’s sister, Angie. She’s pursuing a master’s in art and will be a great artist in the future. “Angie, go ahead and offer a toast to these respected gentlemen.” I picked up the kettle and kept refilling her cup with hot water. As the water spilled over the rim, Angie could only grit her teeth and endure it. By the time she had greeted everyone at the table, her fingers were covered with blisters. Dominick was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could say.
As soon as the wedding ended, we returned to the villa my father had gifted me. Dominick said it was close to Angie’s school, so he suggested she move in with us. The moment we opened the front door, Angie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and she immediately started snapping pictures with her phone. “Dominick, this is perfect! This is going to be our home from now on,” she exclaimed. “Our home?” I thought. “Don’t get too excited just yet.” I sent a message to my lawyer, Pearson Diaz, asking him to draft a prenuptial agreement. My father’s wedding gifts to me included three tech companies, a Porsche, and this sprawling villa. The jewelry left by my mother after her passing was also in my custody. In my last life, I trusted Dominick and didn’t bother dividing up the assets. After I died, the three tech companies rode the wave of the AI boom, and their stock prices soared. Dominick became a new star in the tech world. Meanwhile, his sister flaunted my luxury car and my mother’s jewelry all around town. My body was cremated hastily on an island. Dominick and his sister put on a show of grief, saying they felt guilty for not taking better care of me. The tour guide and local police assumed it was an accident. After all, diving came with its risks. As I struggled for breath, I also thought there was a problem with my equipment. Angie always acted like she needed looking after, playing the role of a clumsy girl, and I believed she wasn’t truly malicious. It wasn’t until she pulled out my oxygen tube and pushed me deeper into the sea that I realized just how deep her malice ran. But by then, it was too late. I reviewed the draft of the prenuptial agreement Pearson sent me and made several adjustments. I wasn’t going to let Angie get away with a single penny. After his shower, Dominick came over, wrapped in a towel, and tried to embrace me. He kissed me as a matter of routine. Suddenly, a scream came from the next room, and Dominick immediately pulled away from me, rushing toward Angie’s room. Angie stood there in a nightdress that barely covered her thighs, her hair still wet. “Dominick, the water from the heater here is scalding hot,” she whimpered, extending her hand where the blisters from the morning were starting to turn red. “Can you help me adjust it, please?” Dominick attended to her, applying ointment and adjusting the water heater in the bathroom. By the time he returned, I was already asleep. That night, we slept back-to-back without any physical contact. The next morning, despite there being a housekeeper, Angie insisted on making breakfast herself. She served a plate of charred eggs and a few chopped-up pieces of toast. She placed the food in front of Dominick and me as if she were showing off her culinary skills. Dominick didn’t mind at all. He finished his portion and even praised her. “Angie, you finally know how to make breakfast. Well done.” I pushed the plate of burnt food aside and asked the housekeeper to make another. “Dominick, sign this, and then we’ll go register our marriage.” I slapped the printed prenuptial agreement on the table. Angie grabbed the document first, reading it word by word. “Prenuptial agreement,” she sounded out slowly. “What do you mean by this? Do you think Dominick is after your money?” She put on a righteous act, defending Dominick, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic at having her lie exposed. “That’s not it. The company’s finances are tight lately. I’m just worried about dragging Dominick into debt, so it’s better to separate things in advance.” Currently, the market didn’t have high expectations for those three companies, and the financial reports were a mess. Dominick skimmed through the document and said it was fine. He claimed he was willing to share everything with me. “Then at least put up five million dollars, just in case,” I said, tapping my fingers on the table, closely observing his and Angie’s reactions. Dominick frowned, lost in thought, seemingly trying to figure something out. Angie whispered a few words in his ear. Shortly after, Dominick picked up the pen and signed. After we got married, Dominick went to work, and I headed to my company as usual. In the afternoon, my secretary, Zoya Flores, slipped into my office, holding her phone. “Mrs. Hampton, isn’t this influencer’s dress the same as your wedding gown?” I took the phone and saw an influencer named SunshineAngie posting nine selfies. In the pictures, she was wearing my wedding dress. The background was the hotel where I’d held my wedding. The photos had so many filters I almost didn’t recognize Angie. As I was looking, I noticed she’d posted a new update. The caption read: [My diamonds are shining bright!] accompanied by a selfie of her wearing a pink diamond necklace. Her followers were commenting in awe: [That pink diamond used to belong to a princess, right? It’s worth at least tens of millions of dollars.] [Who would’ve thought Angie is actually loaded!] [Look at the bottom left corner of the picture. Isn’t that a painting by that famous artist?” [Oh my, it really is. How much would that have cost?” [She’s so humble; who would’ve known she’s got such wealth?] That pink diamond necklace was my mother’s, carefully stored in the jewelry room. I thought to myself, “Angie really isn’t holding back, is she?”
When I got home, I noticed the necklace had been returned to its original place. I contacted the security company and had tiny trackers installed on each piece of jewelry. The next day, Zoya informed me that Angie had taken pictures wearing a white pearl bracelet. She had practically worn and flaunted every single one of my mother’s pieces of jewelry and bags. Once, she even carried a limited-edition Kelly bag, which caused quite a buzz online. After all, the famous actress Claudette Greville had been trying to get that exact style but never managed to, while SunshineAngie, just a minor influencer, somehow owned not one but two. Riding on this wave of attention, Angie’s follower count skyrocketed by a million. She fashioned herself as the daughter of some mysterious tycoon. I showed the photos to Dominick. He didn’t seem to see any problem. “Angie’s always loved these things since she was a kid. She’s just borrowing your stuff for a bit.” “But she didn’t ask for my permission,” I replied. Dominick took two steps back, looking as if he were deeply disappointed in me. “Lynda, we’re family now. Why make a fuss over such trivial things? “Angie might not be the brightest, but she’s innocent and kind. Why can’t you try to accept her?” Dominick’s words made me feel sick. I insisted we have a serious talk. “Alright, Lynda, now that we’re married, we’re a family. “As a family, you should look out for her. Can you do that?” I was completely disillusioned with Dominick. Just then, Zoya messaged me. Claudette had finally obtained the Kelly bag she had longed for. In the photo, Claudette posed with Angie. The caption read: [Thanks, Angie, for the lovely gift.] To worm her way into the entertainment industry, Angie had set her sights on my personal belongings. Two weeks later, Angie triumphantly announced she had landed the role of the third female lead in a star-studded TV drama. “Ms. Greville personally recommended me to the director. We have quite a few scenes together,” she bragged. Her fans were thrilled. They claimed that Angie came from a powerful family and had never bothered to enter the entertainment industry before because she didn’t need to. They said she was talented, so the moment she joined a project, she was already acting alongside an award-winning actress. Some die-hard fans even followed Angie to the villa. Once photos of the villa were posted, it only further confirmed Angie’s image as a wealthy heiress. However, someone also caught a picture of me heading out for work. That day, I was attending a business dinner, and I wore a full set of Cartier jewelry. Angie’s fans immediately launched an attack against me. [Isn’t that Angie’s jewelry? Who is this woman, and why is she flaunting Angie’s things like that?] [She must have snuck them out while Angie wasn’t home and wanted to show off.] Angie casually replied in the comments: [Thanks for your concern, everyone. She’s just the housekeeper, and it’s okay to let her borrow them.] Many replied underneath: [Angie, you’re so kind! Do you need another housekeeper? I’d love to work for you!] On the first day of shooting, Angie drove my father’s gifted Porsche to the press conference, making quite the grand entrance. Even Claudette greeted her with a warm smile. Although Angie was only the third female lead, she managed to steal the spotlight from the main actress. During the group photo session, Angie pretended to be clueless about where to stand, wandering around aimlessly. In reality, she firmly positioned herself in the center, causing quite a bit of discontent among the other top actors. At that moment, I called the police and reported that luxury bags and a car worth millions of dollars had been stolen from my home.
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