I had just gotten off work when Elvis surprisingly asked me to get dressed up and go out with him. Full of excitement, I arrived at our meeting spot, only for the scene before me to completely shatter my hopes for Elvis. Fiona was wearing the wedding dress I had picked out for our wedding, kissing Elvis in front of some strangers filming them. Seeing my upset expression, Elvis pulled me aside: “Can you stop looking so sour all the time?” he scolded. “You’ve enjoyed the good life thanks to Fiona for so many years. Now that she’s lost her memory because of you, the least you can do is make it up to her a bit.” I lowered my eyes, feeling utterly heartbroken. Just a few days ago, I had suddenly found out I wasn’t the Johnsons’ biological daughter – Fiona was. After she was brought back home, she saw Elvis holding my hand to comfort me and suffered a shock that caused her to lose her memory. Ever since returning from the hospital, she had been adamant that Elvis was her boyfriend and that I was the Johnsons’ housekeeper. Fiona noticed Elvis and I standing close together and came over smiling, taking Elvis’s hand: “Lisa, you’re just in time! I want to do some role-playing – will you join us?” “Elvis and I are the real couple. We’ll pretend to be husband and wife, and you can play the other woman trying to break us up. What do you think?” I frowned, thinking her suggestion was utterly ridiculous. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears as she turned to Elvis: “I just saw people posting these kinds of videos online and getting lots of attention. I wanted to try it too. Is that not allowed?” Elvis lovingly stroked her head, then bent down to kiss her eyelids, full of concern. “Of course it’s allowed, sweetheart. We’ll do whatever you want.” Fiona smiled and put on the veil, leaning into Elvis’s arms as she began her act. Ignoring my wishes, she pointed at me and shouted: “Why are you trying to seduce Elvis? He and I are so in love – we’ve been together for 9 years and are about to get married! How could you be so evil,Lisa?” “Is it because you’re jealous of me? But I’ve always treated you so well. Why would you do this to me?” She cried and yelled, drawing the attention of passersby who started looking over and pointing at us. People who didn’t know the situation assumed a real argument was happening. Some onlookers took out their phones to record, yelling that they should “beat up the homewrecker!” Others even grabbed props to throw at me. Elvis stood by watching me get humiliated without doing anything, instead shielding Fiona to protect her from getting accidentally hurt. I had become the biggest joke of the night. So this was what I got after loving him for 9 years. My nose stung as I quickly lowered my head and ran out of the crowd. I didn’t want to continue this relationship anymore. Back home, I lay in bed masochistically scrolling through videos of Elvis and Fiona over and over. They had kissed in front of every popular creator filming them. Now the whole internet was envying their love story, while I had been reduced to the “other woman.” I closed my eyes and calmly dialed Galen’s number. “I’ve made up my mind. I’ll marry you.” There was a long silence on the other end before Galen finally spoke, his voice cool and gentle: “You’re sure?” Hearing me start to cry, he paused before softly comforting me: “Don’t cry over someone who doesn’t deserve it.” “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll come pick you up.” I buried my head as tears fell, choking out a quiet “Okay.” Elvis, Galen and I had all grown up together. But after Elvis and I started dating, Galen went to develop his career in the capital and we lost touch. It wasn’t until recently when he found out about my situation that he proposed we get married. I thought he was joking at first, but it turned out he was serious. I had been reluctant to let go of Elvis before, but today I finally understood that what had been holding me back was just my memories of the old Elvis.
When I woke up, the dining table was already full of people, with only Fiona missing. I knew this was an ambush against me. Mrs. Johnson’s face fell as soon as she saw me sit down. “Lisa, you and Elvis’s wedding will have to be cancelled for now.” I lowered my head and took a sip of porridge, emotionless. “Okay.” I don’t know how I had angered Elvis again. He slammed the table hard, looking at me with disgust in his eyes: “If you hadn’t stolen the life of a rich young lady from Fiona, I never would have fallen for you. Fiona is the one I should have loved all along.” Elvis suddenly stopped mid-sentence, gazing lovingly behind me: “Fiona, did you sleep well last night?” Fiona sat down on Elvis’s lap, sleepy-eyed. When she saw me at the table, she immediately became upset: “What right do you have to eat at the table with us, you’re just a maid? The daughter of your low-class mother really has no manners.” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson’s expressions darkened, but they still grimly ordered me: “Lisa, from now on you’ll eat with the other staff.” I gave a bitter smile. When I first found out I wasn’t the Johnsons’ daughter, I had offered to leave this family and give her parents back to her. But Fiona suddenly lost her memory, believing I was the maid who had taken care of her since childhood. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and Elvis all coaxed me to stay, saying not to further upset Fiona. Elvis even said he would marry me whether I was the Johnsons’ daughter or not. I was softhearted then and agreed. I just never expected to receive their increasingly harsh mockery and targeting. After breakfast, a group of people barged into my room. Fiona led the way, directing the maids to move my things out one by one. Her gaze landed on the old piano in the center of the room. “Smash that piano. What an outdated thing – a maid should be taking care of me, not secretly using her salary to learn fancy skills.” That piano was given to me by my late piano teacher. I clenched my fists and stepped forward to protect it, my tone firm: “You can do whatever you want with my other things, but not this piano.” Fiona let out a shrill scream. “Fine then, go sleep in the doghouse with your precious piano!” “Weren’t those little dogs your most prized possessions? Go sleep with them!” Those two puppies were a birthday gift Elvis had given me. When Fiona first came back, Elvis had sent them away because Fiona said she hated the smell of animals. I still remembered, but Elvis looked at me with contempt: “They’re just dumb animals. Only someone from a poor background like you would treasure them so much.” But I clearly recalled how he said he wanted to be the puppies’ dad when he first bought them for me. In the end, all my belongings were thrown into the room I had originally prepared for the dogs.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally called my birth mother from the garden at home. The call connected instantly. My heart was full of anxiety – I didn’t know how she viewed me as her biological daughter. Mom’s gentle voice came through: “Is that you,Lisa?” “Yes.” After a moment of silence, I finally spoke what was on my mind: “Mom, can I move in with you?” Choked sobs came from the other end: “Of course you can, sweetheart. I’m so happy you want to come live with me.” The heavy weight in my heart finally lifted. It turns out I wasn’t a child without a home after all. Mom went on to carefully ask about my likes and preferences, saying she wanted to prepare a room for me. She talked to me about many things. I suddenly felt a warm current flow into my heart. After chatting with Mom, I contacted a moving company to take the piano to her house. Just after seeing them off, I returned to find Fiona hugging a kitten, with Elvis smiling and taking photos of her in front. “Elvis, am I pretty like this? Thank you for the kitten, I love animals so much!” “You’re beautiful, Fiona. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world!” Their conversation carried clearly to my ears even from a distance. In the 9 years Elvis and I were together, he had never taken a single photo of me. Every time I suggested going on a trip, he would refuse, citing work. But these days he seemed like a completely different person, spending all his time with Fiona. Seeing me walk past them, Elvis stopped me and handed me the camera: “Perfect timing, come take a photo of us.” In the viewfinder, Fiona hugged the cat and turned to kiss Elvis’s cheek. The scene was utterly ironic. After I left, Elvis texted me to explain: [Lisa, please understand. I’m just reassuring a patient. I promise I won’t do anything beyond your boundaries with Fiona.] [Once she regains her memory, we’ll have our wedding as planned. You’ll still be my beautiful bride then.] I didn’t reply to him. While I was packing my luggage, Fiona barged into my room. “What, going back to your poor mother’s slum?” Seeing that I ignored her taunts and continued packing, Fiona grew furious: “You better behave yourself tonight and not steal my spotlight.” “I want you to watch with your own eyes as I take back everything that’s rightfully mine step by step.” Her gaze shifted to my still unpackaged paintings, hatred crystallizing in her eyes. She lunged forward to grab my hair: “If it weren’t for you, I would be the one excelling in music, chess, calligraphy and painting now.Lisa, what right do you have to steal my life!” I dodged Fiona’s attack and coldly looked at her: “You’re faking your memory loss?” She smirked proudly, “So what if I am? An outstanding man like Elvis can only be mine. No matter who you tell, they won’t believe you over me.” “You and your mother are both trash! You can’t even keep your own man – whose fault is that?” I could tolerate Fiona’s earlier outbursts and throwing out my things – after all, they did belong to the Johnsons. But for her to insult the mother who had raised her for over 20 years, I felt this person’s heart had turned completely cold. Mom is an outstanding woman. Though she grew up without parents, she still managed to get into college through her own efforts and government aid in that era. Now she’s a university professor. She had always treated Fiona like a precious jewel and never mistreated her. But after Fiona found her birth parents, she pretended to lose her memory just to cut ties, and now called Mom “trash” at every turn. Fiona probably didn’t know that when she found her birth parents, Mom had also found hers – a family in a hundred times more powerful than the Johnsons.
I was about to retort when Elvis walked in holding some documents. He first pinched Fiona’s cheek, his tone affectionate: “Princess, the makeup team I hired for you is here. Go on now.” Then he tossed a file at me: “Sign this.” I glanced down briefly – it was a resignation letter and a project transfer agreement. It was for the project I had built up over 5 years at Mr. Johnson’s company – their most profitable project. They had probably agreed to transfer it to Fiona. Even if he didn’t bring up resigning, I was already planning to quit since I was leaving tonight anyway. I picked up the pen and signed, responding flatly: “Okay.” A flash of confusion crossed Elvis’s face, as if he hadn’t expected me to give up my hard work so easily. He carelessly tossed a gift box at me like throwing away trash. “Sorry for the trouble lately. This is to make it up to you.” Seeing I had no reaction to the gift, Elvis grew angry: “What’s your problem?Lisa, I’m warning you, don’t be so ungrateful.” I threw the gift back at him. “Elvis Smith, we’re breaking up.” Elvis heard Fiona calling him from outside and looked at me with disdain. “Playing this game again? You think you can really bear to leave me?” Tonight was a garden party at home to celebrate the return of the Johnsons’ princess. As I walked past with my suitcase, the place was lively. “Fiona and Elvis really are a perfect match. Only a flawless woman like you is worthy of Elvis.” Fiona basked in the praise. “Where’sLisa? How could she not show up on such an important day?” Elvis had also noticed I hadn’t appeared all night. He suddenly remembered what I had said earlier and frowned slightly. His friends laughed and reassured him: “Trust me,Lisa will definitely come down to make a scene later. After all, there aren’t many men as great as you, Elvis. She’ll cling to you for dear life.” As I approached, they started jeering: “See, I told you no one can resist Elvis’s charm!” Elvis’s furrowed brow relaxed. He told the security staff: “Keep a close eye later. I don’t want her causing a scene and embarrassing me.” Just as he finished speaking, a cool and dignified man walked in through the party entrance. His arrival immediately caused exclamations from the crowd: “Isn’t that Galen? Didn’t he move to the capital? Did he come back specially for Fiona’s party?” Amid envious glances, Fiona walked towards Galen, extending her hand expectantly: “Hello, I’m Fiona Johnson, the eldest daughter of the Johnson family.” Galen walked right past Fiona to me, naturally taking my hand: “I’m here to take you home.” Feeling Galen’s warmth in my palm, I couldn’t help blushing and nodding messily: “Okay.” Seeing Galen and I standing together, Fiona angrily stomped her foot. We had only taken a few steps out when Elvis, his face black as thunder, blocked our way. He stared at me with bloodshot eyes: “Lisa, you’re really leaving with him?”
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