Jack let out a cold laugh. "Someone as vicious as you should spend the rest of her life rotting in prison.""Jack…""Hearing you call my name disgusts me." His brow furrowed, every muscle in his face tightening with undisguised revulsion.Abby was stunned for a moment. Then, after a brief silence, she asked, "Jack, have you ever loved me? Even for just a fleeting moment?"Something inside her—some fragile thread of obsession, of belief—was on the verge of snapping."Never," he said."Then why?" she asked. "Why did you always choose to believe me over Jessica? Wasn't that love?"If it wasn't, she would have never dared to be so arrogant, so certain of her place.Jack's voice was calm, detached. "Because you were Jess's sister. Because you were sick. But I never realized—everything about you was a lie."There was nothing more to say. He turned away, his voice carrying a finality that cut through the cold air. "Take care of yourself. You've done enough wrong. The court will decid
Jack smiled. "It's nothing. I've always liked helping others. Even if we can't be lovers or husband and wife in the future, we can at least be friends, right?"In the past few days, he had thought about many things.Instead of chasing after the impossible—trying to reconcile with Jessica—it would be better to take a step back and be her friend. Besides, he had seen it clearly now. Between Jessica and Nick, there was no place for anyone else. The two of them were like soulmates—connected in a way no outsider could ever disrupt.…After staying for a few more days at the Murray old estate, Jessica and Nick prepared to return to France.Before leaving, Jessica stood at a distance and took one last look at her parents. She didn't go any closer.She had forgiven Jack, but she still couldn't bring herself to forgive them.…Back in France, Nick and Jessica lived together, pouring all their energy into preparing for the design competition.They had a shared goal—to win first place.
"Jessica, HQ just sent out a notice. They want to send you to Paris for advanced training. In six months, you'll be competing in the Global Fashion Designers' Competition. You’d have to leave in a week. Do you want to go? It’s totally up to you. After all, your wedding with Jack is on the same day. Marriage is a big deal—it should come first."Jessica had just stepped out of the bathroom, her face pale and drained. The moment she sat down in her dull grey and white room, her phone rang. It was Kelly Winfrey, her boss.She didn't respond immediately. Through the receiver, she could hear Kelly's steady breathing, waiting.Just as Kelly was about to give up and consider another candidate, Jessica spoke. "I'll go. As for my wedding with Jack, I'll take care of it in the next few days.""Wait…" Kelly hadn't expected her to agree. She hesitated for a moment, then failed to hide the excitement creeping into her voice. "You're really going?"Jessica's gaze drifted toward the group not far
The more Abby put on her act, the more Jessica felt an overwhelming sense of disgust.Since childhood, Abby had mastered the art of appearing fragile, drawing sympathy from everyone around her. Every misfortune, every conflict, was inevitably laid at Jessica's feet. She was always portrayed as the villain—the heartless, unreasonable one who "apparently" bullied her weak older sister.But who was truly bullying whom?Who was the one in this house forced into insignificance? Who was the one constantly misunderstood and disregarded?In the past, she had endured it all in silence. But not this time."That's right. Slap yourself harder. Make sure it stings," she said coldly. "After all, you were the one who smashed that cake onto your own face, only to turn around and pin the blame on me. With acting skills like yours, why not aim for an Oscar?"Slap—The sound rang clear in the air. A sharp pain exploded across her cheek.Jack had struck her.A metallic taste of blood filled her t
Jessica didn't respond. Instead, she saved the screen recording before hanging up the call.Before leaving, she wanted everyone to see what kind of person the "apparently" delicate and fragile Abby really was.And yet, her chest still ached as Abby's words echoed in her mind."Jessica, you never should have been born. You can never win against me."That's true. Why had she even been born?She was supposed to be the cherished younger sister. But because their parents were afraid of hurting their eldest daughter, Abby, they gave all their love to Abby instead.They had said, "Be sensible. If it weren't for you, Abby would have had everything. Now she has to share some of it with you."But had anything ever really been shared with her?From childhood to now, Abby had pretty dresses and dolls—she had none.Abby was sent to various art and talent classes—she was not.Abby celebrated her birthday every year, with cake and presents—she did not, even though their birthdays were just
Jessica fell silent.She lowered her head, staring at the blood seeping from the back of her foot. Then, she glanced at Abby—unscathed and untouched.Biting her lip, she forced herself to stay firm. "Can't you see? My foot is bleeding."Only then did Jack notice the wound. His brows knitted slightly, and he stepped forward, intending to help her. But before he could, Abby's delicate voice, tinged with grievance, broke through the space between them."Jack, it's my fault. I shouldn't have looked at Jess's things. I knew she wouldn't like it… Just like yesterday, with the cake. I shouldn't have given it to her."Her voice trembled, her shoulders shook, and in the next moment, she started convulsing, her breath becoming labored."Asthma medication. Take it first!" Jack's mind snapped back to the immediate crisis. He didn't have time to think about anything else—he rushed to grab Abby's medicine.But it was too late. Abby, overcome with exaggerated distress, collapsed into his arms.
Jessica finally opened her eyes.Seeing that it was Abby, she reached out, snatched the medical report from Abby's hands, and stuffed it into her bag without a word. Then, without looking back, she walked away.Abby stood there, watching her retreating figure. After a few seconds of silence, she pulled out her phone and dialed Jack."Jack, I really don't understand what Jess is thinking. She actually went to the doctor and got a fake medical certificate saying she has late-stage stomach cancer..."…Later, Jessica met with the buyer. The transaction went smoothly.She didn't feel like going home to cook, so she grabbed a bite outside before heading back.For the next few days, they were all at the hospital, "taking care" of Abby.Every day, Abby updated her social media, posting photos, writing captions filled with poetic melancholy. Occasionally, she would send private messages to Jessica, subtly flaunting her condition.And, of course, she added a few mocking remarks about J
There was a time when she and Jack were deeply in love.He had held her close and whispered, "Jess, no matter what happens, I will marry you. You'll be the most beautiful bride in the world."Jess, what kind of wedding would you like? I'll let you decide."Jess, I'll take care of all the housework. And if you're afraid of the pain and don't want to have children, we don't have to. I don't want you to suffer."The warmth of those words still echoed in her ears.But now, all of that had collapsed into a single, cold sentence—"The wedding will proceed as planned the day after tomorrow, but the bride will be Abby instead."How absurd.It felt as though a massive truck had run over her body, crushing her bones, her lungs, her heart—grinding everything into dust. But after a fleeting moment of suffocating pain, she forced herself to smile."Alright, I agree… The bride will be Abby. And on that day, I'll prepare a special gift for the both of you."Jack hadn't expected her to agree s
Jack smiled. "It's nothing. I've always liked helping others. Even if we can't be lovers or husband and wife in the future, we can at least be friends, right?"In the past few days, he had thought about many things.Instead of chasing after the impossible—trying to reconcile with Jessica—it would be better to take a step back and be her friend. Besides, he had seen it clearly now. Between Jessica and Nick, there was no place for anyone else. The two of them were like soulmates—connected in a way no outsider could ever disrupt.…After staying for a few more days at the Murray old estate, Jessica and Nick prepared to return to France.Before leaving, Jessica stood at a distance and took one last look at her parents. She didn't go any closer.She had forgiven Jack, but she still couldn't bring herself to forgive them.…Back in France, Nick and Jessica lived together, pouring all their energy into preparing for the design competition.They had a shared goal—to win first place.
Jack let out a cold laugh. "Someone as vicious as you should spend the rest of her life rotting in prison.""Jack…""Hearing you call my name disgusts me." His brow furrowed, every muscle in his face tightening with undisguised revulsion.Abby was stunned for a moment. Then, after a brief silence, she asked, "Jack, have you ever loved me? Even for just a fleeting moment?"Something inside her—some fragile thread of obsession, of belief—was on the verge of snapping."Never," he said."Then why?" she asked. "Why did you always choose to believe me over Jessica? Wasn't that love?"If it wasn't, she would have never dared to be so arrogant, so certain of her place.Jack's voice was calm, detached. "Because you were Jess's sister. Because you were sick. But I never realized—everything about you was a lie."There was nothing more to say. He turned away, his voice carrying a finality that cut through the cold air. "Take care of yourself. You've done enough wrong. The court will decid
Jessica stood frozen, her gaze fixed in the direction where the car had disappeared.She hadn't seen the driver clearly, but there was only one person who had both the motive and the audacity to try to kill her—Abby.She turned sharply and ran toward Nick. He lay unconscious, his body motionless atop a pool of blood.The crowd was in chaos. Some people were calling the police, and others dialed for an ambulance.Upstairs, Jack, having heard the commotion, hurried down, followed closely by Jessica's father."Jess, what happened?" Jack asked, his voice tight with urgency. After a brief hesitation, he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over Nick's motionless body.Jessica was sobbing uncontrollably. The moment she saw Jack, she clutched at his sleeve, her fingers trembling."Jack," she choked out, her voice breaking between gasps. "Please… please save Nick. Take him to the hospital—I'm begging you…"Tears streamed down her face. "It was Abby. She drove straight at me, and N
The moment Jessica laid eyes on the scene before her, she was stunned.For as long as she could remember, her parents had always treated Abby with the utmost care, as if she were a delicate treasure. They never even raised their voices at her. And yet, now—now, her father had raised his hands against her.For a brief moment, Jessica wasn't sure how she should feel. Was this something to be happy about? Or was it something to mourn?As Abby lifted her head, her gaze met Jessica's.In that instant, all the hatred and malice that had been lurking beneath the surface surged forth, raw and unfiltered.Without warning, with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, she shoved Mr. Conway aside and lunged at Jessica like a madwoman."Jessica, you wretched bitch! How dare you show your face in front of me?! I'll kill you! If not for you, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"Jessica, already frail from late-stage cancer, had no way to withstand Abby's sudden assault. She staggered back
Jessica hesitated for a few seconds before finally answering the call."Hello."She had intended to say "Dad," but the word caught in her throat. In the end, she let it go.On the other end, her father's voice was anxious."Jess, I know I shouldn't be calling you right now, but your mother's health has taken a turn for the worse. She really wants to see you. Can you come back?"A silence stretched between them.Then, Jess asked, "What happened to her?""Abby is causing trouble. We drove her away before we left for France, but she is still holding a grudge. The moment we returned, she started harassing us every day. Your mother, already in poor health, ended up in the hospital from the stress. But even that wasn't enough for Abby—she went to the hospital and caused another scene. Your mother was so angry she got a stroke."His voice grew hoarse, choking on emotion.He had never imagined things would spiral like this.He had once envisioned a life with two loving daughters, war
Jessica held the card in her hand. A thousand emotions surged through her. After a long pause, she placed it into her safe. She had no intention of using that money.The weather was noticeably better today compared to the past few days. The air, cleansed by the rain, carried a crisp freshness. After buying breakfast, Jessica headed straight to the office.Meanwhile, Jack, who had been recovering well after three days of rest, inexplicably developed a fever again on the fourth morning.When his fever spiked to 40 ℃, he collapsed.Michael had no choice but to inform Jack's grandfather about Jack's condition.The old man erupted in fury upon hearing that his grandson had driven himself to such a state over a woman. His cane struck the floor repeatedly."For a woman, he disregards his own health? This is not how a man of the Murray family should behave."Despite his anger, he couldn't ignore his concern for his grandson. Without hesitation, he dispatched a helicopter to retrieve J
"As for you and Abby—whether it's just an act or something real—it has nothing to do with me anymore," Jessica said.Each word landed heavily in Jack's ears, pressing down on his already restless heart and sinking it into the abyss.Panic gripped him. A kind of panic he had never felt before.Desperate, he tried to explain. "Jess, I'm sorry. Can't you forgive me? I just want to be with you. Just the two of us, like before."But Jessica's voice remained calm. "But Jack, I've been doing just fine without you. If I'm already living well, why should I give you another chance to hurt me again? I am a living, breathing person. I have the right to choose my own happiness, my own future. I don't exist to revolve around you, nor do I have to wait forever for you to change."Jack understood. He understood completely.There was no way back for them. Not now. Not ever.And yet, some part of him still refused to accept it.He had let this love slip through his fingers, squandered something
Jack stepped out of the hospital ward as well.He arranged a place for Jessica's parents to eat and stay the night, but the atmosphere remained heavy. No one had an appetite, their thoughts weighed down by Jessica.Mrs. Conway couldn't hold back her tears. They fell silently, one after another."Why is she so stubborn?" she choked out between sobs. "We've already humbled ourselves and apologized—what more does she want? We're family. What can't be forgiven?""Let's just eat," Mr. Conway said, placing some food onto her plate. "After everything we've done to her over the years, how could a few words make it right?"After dinner, the two of them returned to the guesthouse Jack had arranged. He kept them company for a short while before stepping out into the night.It had grown colder. A light drizzle had fallen earlier, sharpening the chill in the air.As he walked down the empty street, one sentence repeated in his mind—"After everything we've done to her over the years, how co
Jessica didn't know how to react.For the longest time, she had thought she would never see her parents again.But that moment of shock passed quickly, replaced by an impenetrable coldness.The 250 thousand dollars she left behind had already severed any lingering ties between them. From now on, they owed each other nothing.Seeing how thin her daughter had become, Mrs. Conway's lips trembled, but no words came—only tears.Mr. Conway, too, felt his throat tighten, his reddened eyes brimming with emotion as tears slipped down his wrinkled face.Mrs. Conway crouched by the hospital bed, taking Jessica's hand in hers. "We know now, Jessica. We know everything. We really messed up… I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me, will you?"Mr. Conway, standing beside her, quickly echoed, "I was wrong too. Can't you find it in your heart to forgive us? We flew ten hours just to see you—doesn't that count for something?"There it was. That subtle, inescapable pressure—the kind that gnawed at the e