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My boyfriend, Asher, got married, but I wasn’t the bride. I never imagined such a dramatic turn of events would ever happen to me. To make matters worse, Asher had only been married for three days. Despite this, he was ready to rush back to me, as if nothing had changed, and continue our relationship. I didn’t even consider faking my own death; instead, I set Asher’s house on fire. Someone like me is not to be trifled with. Six months later, I showed up as a bride at his uncle’s wedding. Asher saw me and was utterly shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Adeline! You’re alive! You were deceiving me all along!” With a smile, I replied, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else. Zora died at your house.”

My boyfriend Asher got married, and I wasn’t the bride. I never imagined such a dramatic twist would happen to me. What’s more, Asher had been married for three days and was about to come back and act as if nothing had happened, continuing our relationship. On impulse, I decided to stage my own death and set fire to Asher’s house. When it comes to pulling off stunts like this, no one does it better than me. Half a year later, I showed up as the bride at his Uncle’s wedding. Asher saw me and was utterly shocked, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “Adeline! You’re alive! You were lying to me!” I smiled and said, “You’ve confused me with someone else. Adeline died at your place.”

Asher had been very busy lately, always on business trips. Out of boredom, I went to hang out at his brother’s bar. Unexpectedly, I saw Asher there, even though he was supposed to be on a business trip. He was sitting with his friends, a smirk on his face. “Asher, what if your girlfriend finds out you married Beatrix?” “She won’t find out. Adeline is so gullible, she believes everything I say. I told her I was on a business trip, and she bought it.” Asher held a glass, watching the liquid inside with amusement. “Asher, who do you truly love? It’s pitiful for your girlfriend to have no name or status.” Asher pointed to himself, “Isn’t giving my heart and myself to Adeline enough?” “I married Beatrix just to appease my parents. I won’t touch her. If Beatrix wants kids, we can go for IVF.” His friend sighed, “What will you do if your girlfriend finds out? She loves you so much.” Asher’s tone was light, “We’ll deal with that when the time comes. I’m going back to her tomorrow, so don’t spill the beans.” His friends nodded and then changed the subject. I stood there, feeling incredibly mocked. I quietly turned and left. Back home, I came to my senses, realizing Asher had deceived me. He had promised to love me forever, yet just a few days ago, he married another woman. I searched through Asher’s Tablet and found Beatrix’s contact information. I knew she was innocent too, and I didn’t want to take it out on this Heiress. I typed out a message and sent it to her. I told Beatrix the truth. If she still wanted to be with Asher, there was nothing I could do. Respecting others’ choices. Sure enough, Beatrix didn’t reply, and when I texted again, I found she had blocked me. “……” I paced around the house aimlessly. I had been living in Asher’s house since we started living together after college. Staring at the dead cockroach on the windowsill, a thought crossed my mind. Since Asher played me, I should play him back. After getting together with Asher, I felt human. But he forced me to become inhuman. I pre-recorded a suicide video, sadly recounting Asher’s actions. Then I piled all the flammable items, like bed sheets, in the living room. This was the Suburb, almost deserted. If it wasn’t for my Flower shop here, I wouldn’t want to live here. Expressionless, I lit the fire with a lighter. The flames quickly engulfed the living room. Then I placed the Will in an obvious spot. Faking death wasn’t new to me; my biological parents still thought I was dead. I climbed out the window, avoiding all surveillance, and looked back at the increasingly fierce fire consuming the Villa. Soon, someone noticed something was wrong and called the Fire alarm. I felt guilty for a second, troubling the Firefighters.

Using a fake identity, I fled to New York with trusted allies. A friend laughed and asked, “What’s the point of this? Why not ruin him completely?” I shrugged, “Just messing around out of boredom. I’ll make him pay later.” For someone who needs a Family-arranged marriage to stand firm, there are many things to fear. Didn’t Asher say he liked me a lot? I wanted to see how much he really liked me. Just like my parents, who said they loved me but wanted to sell me to help their good son build a house and marry. Even though I reported to the Police during college and tried to escape marriage, nothing worked. The Police said it was a family dispute, not their concern. Reporting too many times annoyed them. After responding, they made snide remarks. “For a college student, you should listen to your parents. In the end, you’re getting married. Who cares to whom?” Looking at the man, who was clearly not my age, I felt a craziness in my heart. After the Police left, I kept hitting him. He cried bitterly, couldn’t get close to me without getting hit. Ridiculously, he reported me, and I was detained. After being released, I bought an axe, injured his arm and leg, and set the Rural house on fire. He was seriously injured in the fire, while I faked death and escaped. I chose a distant University, changed my Residency, name, and identity. The laws here weren’t well established, and they concluded it was an accidental fire, closing the case hastily. Many uneducated people here, even my parents, thought I was dead. They didn’t know the hardships I faced, and even if they saw, they’d pretend not to. Only after my death would they say, “That wretched girl, such bad luck, couldn’t enjoy a good life. Such a good match wasted.” Looking at the seaside scenery, memories flooded back. My parents always said I was cold-blooded. I guess my blood was always cold. I wanted Asher to pay. He shouldn’t have been deceitful and unfaithful. I grasped the wind blowing by but caught nothing. The next day, Asher knelt in front of the Villa, crying so hard he made it to Trending. He desperately tried to rush into the burnt-out Villa but was held back by several people. “Asher! Accept it! She’s dead!” Asher’s eyes were fierce, “Impossible… Impossible! You must be lying, she was fine four or five days ago.” I turned off my phone, expressionless. Who was he performing for? I partied with friends for three days, almost losing myself in the fun. Online, things escalated. Someone dug up my photos. Netizens sympathized with me, saying it wasn’t worth it for a married man. Seeing this, I realized I might have gone too far. What if that jerk Asher deregistered me? That’s when I met Jasper. Jasper looked at me with a subtle expression, “I remember your name is Adeline.” In other words, aren’t you supposed to be dead? I froze, recognizing him as Asher’s Uncle. I said expressionlessly, “You’ve got the wrong person.” I quickly turned to leave, but Jasper grabbed my wrist. “You must be panicking now, there’s more than one Instigator behind this.” The speed of the Public opinion’s explosion suggested someone was pushing it. After all, many were eager to point out Asher’s faults. “What do you want?” I didn’t think Jasper would help me. He must want to expose my lie to his nephew. “I can help you, make sure you have no worries.” I was intrigued but not naive: “What’s your motive?” Jasper suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist, “I need you to marry me.” I widened my eyes, “Are you crazy?” “Yeah, lovesick,” Jasper shamelessly replied. “……”

Jasper explained the situation of the Asher family. It was simply internal and external troubles. If Asher didn’t marry Beatrix, he couldn’t stabilize his position. Asher’s father had several other sons and daughters, all Illegitimate. “You’re helping me against Asher. Aren’t you worried about your sister being upset?” Jasper suddenly said, “She deserves it. I hate Illegitimate children the most in my life.” I instantly understood. Jasper’s mother had difficulty conceiving, and his father had an Affair resulting in Asher’s mother. Jasper’s mother resented for a long time, finally giving birth to Jasper at nearly fifty. Though she was mocked for Late childbirth, it was a relief. But Asher’s mother’s mother was never content, and Jasper’s mother fought to protect Jasper’s interests for many years. Unfortunately, she died of illness. The Mistress took over, and Asher’s mother’s identity was legitimized. At nearly thirty, she married into the Asher family. Ironically, her husband also cheated, resulting in many Illegitimate children. It was karma. I genuinely laughed, “Do you want the Asher family?” “No, I want everything they rely on to be destroyed.” I fist-bumped Jasper’s chest, “What a coincidence, so do I.” The cooperation was cleverly reached. Jasper helped me perfect everything. Asher confirmed my DNA in the charred Villa, and he no longer doubted I was dead. I’m inherently a bit crazy, loving the thrill of dancing on the edge. “Jasper, since that’s the case, let’s go back.” It’s absurd that her husband also had affairs, resulting in many illegitimate children—it’s as if karma caught up with him. I laughed sincerely, “Are you after the Asher family?” “No, I want everything they depend on to be destroyed.” I playfully tapped my fist against Jasper’s chest, “What a coincidence, so do I.” Our partnership was naturally and cleverly established. Jasper helped me refine everything. Asher had found traces of my DNA in the burnt villa, so he no longer suspected I was alive. I have a wild streak and particularly enjoy flirting with danger. “Jasper, since that’s the case, let’s go back.” “I want to attend Beatrix’s birthday party.” Jasper caressed my face, “Sure, but you need to wear this.” He placed an elegant mask on my face. Initially, I found it novel, but it soon felt burdensome. “Don’t take it off. If you do, you won’t be able to play your part.” I immediately lowered my hand. Jasper took me dress shopping, and I chose one completely opposite to my usual style. It was daringly sexy. Purple certainly has its allure, making my skin look fair and beautiful. I’m sure Asher won’t recognize me. I admired myself in the mirror for a long time until Jasper spoiled the moment by adjusting my neckline. “What are you doing?” I slapped his hand away. “Your neckline is too low.” I pointed at my neckline, “Doesn’t it look good?” Jasper said teasingly, “Looks smaller in short sleeves—is it pushed up?” “…” “You’re the one pushing up!” I retorted in mock anger. Jasper’s eyes twinkled with amusement, and then suddenly turned serious. He pulled me into his arms. I leaned against his chest, puzzled, “What’s wrong?” “Shut up, your old flame is here.” I laughed and quickly embraced Jasper, using enough force to make him fall onto the sofa, with me straddling his lap. “Asher, what are you doing here?” Asher asked coldly, noticing me and inquiring, “And who is this?” Wearing my mask, I grinned, “Oh, is this the big nephew?” Asher was momentarily taken aback seeing me, “You are…” Beatrix tugged on Asher, and he quickly composed himself, “Are you Uncle’s girlfriend?” Jasper’s hand rested on my waist, casually caressing it. Jasper kissed me in front of Asher, “Yes.” Asher felt a strange familiarity, struggling to suppress the emotions growing inside him, “Can I see what you look like?” Suddenly, I pretended to cry in Jasper’s arms. Jasper’s face darkened, “Asher, you’re really insensitive! Don’t you know she’s always been self-conscious about her appearance?” Jasper scooped me up, looking anxious. Asher instinctively followed, ignoring Beatrix. Beatrix hurried after them, “Asher! Where are you going?” Lying in Jasper’s arms, I smiled, “He seems suspicious of me.” Jasper’s voice was deep, “You’re my girlfriend, not his long-lost first love.” Asher was eventually held back by Beatrix, staring at me with unconcealed frustration. “Asher, what’s wrong? Why do you look so terrible?” Asher violently shook off Beatrix’s hand, “Leave me alone, it’s none of your business.” Beatrix’s face turned pale, and she fell silent.

Beatrix’s birthday party arrived as planned. The Asher family spared no expense, hoping to use this opportunity to restore their reputation. Asher stayed by Beatrix’s side, but his mind was elsewhere. Until he saw me, he couldn’t help but be distracted again. I held Jasper’s arm, “Is he out of his mind, staring at a stranger in front of so many people?” Jasper tapped my nose, “Stay here and be good. I have something to do.” “Okay.” I knew Jasper was giving me a chance to toy with Asher. Even though I was in a remote spot, Asher found me shortly after. “Miss, can I talk to you?” I blinked, “My last name is Jasper.” “Miss Jasper.” Asher’s heart raced uncontrollably, “You look like someone I used to know.” “Asher, your opening line is so cliché.” “Your voice is also very similar,” Asher suddenly said. I leaned on my hand, “How would your wife feel about this?” Asher suddenly grabbed my hand, and I pretended to call out. Asher’s voice rose, “Don’t shout, just let me see your face, okay?” He covered my mouth tightly, his eyes full of hope, “Just let me see.” Let him give up, okay? At that moment, Jasper walked over, followed by a large group of people. I quickly shook off Asher’s hand and ran to Jasper, pitifully saying, “Jasper, he bullied me, look at how red my hand is.” Jasper tenderly rubbed my wrist, “Asher, what do you want with my girl?” Asher looked shocked, opened his mouth to explain, but I blocked him with a single sentence. “Jasper, I’m scared.” Beatrix arrived late, holding her dress, painfully witnessing the scene. Asher gritted his teeth, “Uncle, I just want to see what she looks like.” Jasper’s face darkened, “I told you, she’s very insecure about her appearance. Don’t make things difficult for her.” Asher murmured, “I just think she looks like someone.” Hearing this, Beatrix showed a hurt expression. “Asher! You still can’t forget Adeline, can you? You’ve already married me, what more do you want!” Beatrix sobbed uncontrollably, “She’s dead! She’s already dead! You killed her!” Stung by her words, Asher spat angrily, “Shut up! She’s not dead, she’s right here!” Asher was still deceiving himself. He looked at me pleadingly, “Miss Jasper, please let me see your face.” I smirked inwardly. Even though he knows the truth, why is he so stubborn? “Alright, as you wish.” Jasper’s grip tightened around me, and I gave him a reassuring look. “Asher!” Beatrix warned him, “It’s my birthday today, and everyone’s watching.” Asher causing a scene was like slapping her in the face. How could she bear the shame, knowing everyone would see that as the heiress of Beatrix’s Family, she couldn’t compare to a deceased woman! Asher looked at her coldly, and Beatrix’s tears couldn’t be held back any longer. “I love you so much…” I laughed, “Miss Beatrix, don’t be sad. I’m really not Adeline.” Saying that, I took off the mask. I’m sorry, but it looks like the text you want translated is missing. Could you please provide the content within the specified section so I can help you with the translation?

5. Asher gazed at me, his eyes shifting from hope to despair. A heavy sadness seemed to engulf him entirely. I wasn’t Adeline. Jasper noticed my face and raised an eyebrow.

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