002 Axel: "Great, you finally got the divorce."

“She's just a substitute.”

“She’s nothing more than a high-end toy that Grandma found for me to replace you.”

Damian’s words echoed endlessly in my mind. I had always known that Damian's mother despised me, but I never understood why. It turns out I looked so much like Vivian!

Just then, a sleek black Bentley Mulsanne silently pulled up beside me. The window rolled down slowly, revealing a pair of familiar eyes.

It was my brother, Axel.

“Get in,” Axel said, his voice as cold as ever.

He yanked the door open and pushed me inside.

Three years ago, Axel had found me after my memory loss, but back then, I was deeply in love with Damian and refused to leave. I married him without a second thought, and now I felt ashamed standing in front of my brother, facing this dismal outcome.

Axel started the engine, and the car smoothly pulled away from the street outside Hansen Manor.

Axel started the engine, and the car smoothly pulled away from the street outside Hansen Manor.

“Why didn’t you come to find me sooner?” I asked, feeling like a guilty little girl. “I didn’t know where to go.”

Axel kept his eyes on the road. “Amelia, you’re the eldest daughter of the Farley family in Missy City. You’re my sister and Lucas’s as well. Don’t act like a homeless person. It looks like your relationship has fallen apart?”

I fell silent.

“Good. I’ve been waiting for this day. What are you planning to do next?”

I shook my head. Suddenly, a flash of memory hit me—a Bentley colliding with a large truck, the car sent flying off a high bridge and into the river below.

I shivered, yelling, “Stop the car!”

Axel pulled over to the side of the road. “You’re not thinking about getting back together with him, are you? Playing the role of Damian’s maid?”

I urged my brother, “Hurry, get closer to the lawn!”

Axel frowned, clearly annoyed. “Amelia, what are you doing?”

In the distance, I heard the rumble of a truck’s engine. Remembering the premonition from earlier, I jumped out of the car. “Quick, Axel, get out! There’s danger!”

Axel also realised something was wrong and immediately pulled me away from the road and into the woods.

There was a loud crash, a big truck rattled over, the Bentley was knocked over and rolled three times, breaking a few small trees before finally coming to a stop.

Looking at the big truck that didn't stop at all, axel's face tensed up, "amelia, if we hadn't got out of the car, we would have gone to God by now."

He thought for a moment, "amelia, how did you know we'd be in danger?"

I shook my head in confusion. “Maybe it’s just a feeling? I really don’t know.”

Axel called for the driver, and we eventually returned to the apartment.

Following him inside, I saw that Axel had prepared everything for me. The suite was spacious and comfortable, with simple yet elegant furnishings—clearly, every detail had been carefully designed.

“This is your temporary place,” he said casually. “Once you figure out what you want to do next, you can decide your next steps.”

He handed me a bank card. “This is my personal savings. I’ve never used it, so I don’t know how much is on it. You can check at the bank; it should be enough. The password is your birthday.”

He looked me up and down, a hint of disdain crossing his face. “Dress better. Don’t look like Cinderella. The daughter of the Farley family shouldn’t be trying to evoke sympathy.”

As he turned to leave, I suddenly spoke up. “Thank you, dear brother.”

Axel paused, turning back, a flicker of warmth appearing on his usually cold face. “You don’t need to thank me, Amelia. You’re my sister; it’s what I should do.”

I stepped forward to hug him briefly, my voice muffled. “I’m sorry for worrying you these past few years. I shouldn’t have been so headstrong.”

“It’s fine. You have the right to be headstrong. Whatever you do, Lucas and I will always be your strongest support,” Axel said gently, placing a restrained kiss on my forehead.

“Happy birthday, my princess.”

The next day, I went to the bank to check my card balance. Oh my God, there was a staggering $6 billion! Back at home, my allowance was only $5 million a year. My brother had saved up $6 billion!

He also sent me a text: “The red Porsche Cayenne in the underground garage is your new ride.”

I immediately called my college friend Anna. “Anna, let’s go shopping and then hit a bar for some karaoke!”

Her voice came through the phone, sounding a bit tired. “Sorry, Amelia, I have to work.”

“Just take a day off! I’ll give you $10,000 if you spend the day with me!”

“Oh, beautiful Princess Mia, I’d be delighted to serve you!”

I drove the red Porsche Cayenne to pick up Anna. As soon as she got in, she gave me a big hug. “Darling, you finally saw the light! Are you ready to start living the high life?”

I sighed, trying to act nonchalant. “Anna, I might be getting a divorce. Yesterday, Damian was in bed with a woman, his first love, while I was just a stand-in.”

“Oh my God, how could he do that to you? If he likes his first love so much, why even bother with you? It's laughable!” Anna exclaimed.

“You need to cut him to the quick! Did you sign a prenup?”

“No.”

“Even better! Hurry up and get Damian to give you the villa in the city center, if he has any decency left.”

“What about that necklace around your neck?”

“This was a gift from Damian’s grandmother; it’s called ‘Seraph’s Tear.’”

“That’s nice. You should keep it.”

We walked into the most luxurious shopping mall in Tuyah City, and Anna looked a bit nervous in front of an expensive clothing store. “Darling, I’m not rich—I can’t afford these pricey clothes.”

“No worries! Today, you’re my fashion advisor. If you see something you like, I’ll buy it for you.”

“Great! Let’s get started, Amelia.”

As soon as we entered a boutique, Anna grabbed a dress and held it up against me. “Amelia, this dress is perfect for you!”

Just then, a rather rude voice called out, “Amelia? Is that really you? Why aren’t you at the hospital taking care of Grandma?”

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—it was Damian’s sister, Emily.

Ignoring her, I headed straight for the fitting room.

“Amelia, I know it’s you! Open the door!” Emily pounded on it.

I didn’t care; after changing, I swung the door open hard.

Emily lost her balance and stumbled inside.

“Don’t kneel before me, Emily; get up.” I smiled, stepping over her skirt as I turned to check myself in the mirror. “How does it look, Anna?”

Emily was stunned for a moment before regaining her composure. “How dare you play me like this?”

She lunged at me, attempting to slap my face, but Anna stepped in just in time.

“Smack!” Emily’s palm landed loudly on Anna’s cheek, leaving five red marks.

With a cold smirk, Emily stood tall like a proud goose. “You little maid of Amelia, get lost! Don’t waste my time!”