No one noticed that Jessica had left.Everyone was too preoccupied with the wedding.Abby had always dreamed of a grand wedding, and Jack had accommodated her, replacing the original arrangements with an extravagant setup. A pricier makeup artist had been hired. Three sets of gowns had been prepared—one for the entrance, one for the ceremony, and one for the banquet.At eleven-thirty, the grand doors swung open. Abby stepped into the venue, draped in a flowing white wedding dress. The melody of the wedding march played softly in the background.On the giant screen, images of her and Jack flickered to life. Since she had taken over as the bride at the last minute, there hadn't been time for a proper wedding photoshoot. Instead, hastily gathered candid shots played in a slideshow.The hall was filled with guests, yet an odd atmosphere lingered. Faces twisted in curiosity and hushed whispers spread through the crowd."A wedding where the bride changes at the last minute? Never heard
Paris headquarters? With Nick?Jack stared at the photo for what felt like an eternity before his mind finally caught up. In just a few short minutes, it was as if his heart had been stretched and twisted for half an hour.He should have realized it earlier. From the way Jessica threw things around. From her hesitant, faltering voice on the phone last night.The signs were all there. She was leaving.Jack rummaged through the room, desperately searching for anything—anything that still carried a trace of her. But there was nothing. He sank onto the sofa like a punctured balloon.Abby's parents sat there as well, guilt etched across their faces. Then, they noticed the 250 million dollars.They weren't fools. They knew exactly what it meant.A severance payment. A clean break.They could almost picture it—Jessica, placing the money down with a heart full of despair and resignation.Who, unless forced, would willingly sever ties with their own parents? Who wouldn't want their f
Jack's flight was set for early the next morning. But that night, he couldn't sleep.Memories of Jessica flooded his mind. He saw her in a school uniform, in a wedding dress—every moment they had shared, from youthful innocence to the storms they had weathered together.She had loved him. Loved him so completely.And yet, all this time, he had been too preoccupied with another woman's fake illness to truly see her.How absurd. How unforgivable.Jack raised his hand and struck himself across the face. Hard. But it wasn't enough. He hit himself again, his palm stinging from the impact.And then, without warning, the tears came.He couldn't remember the last time he had cried or what it had been for. But tonight, there was no mistaking it—he was crying for Jessica.He didn't sleep at all.When morning came, he left for the airport immediately.'Wait for me, Jess. I'm coming.'…After arriving in Paris, Jessica quickly settled into her new position at headquarters. It came as
"Jess! I've finally found you. I know everything now. I know it all. It was my fault, all of it. Let's start over, okay? Let's just live a good life together," Jack pleaded.Jessica finally confirmed that the man standing in front of her was indeed Jack.It had only been a few days, but he looked different—leaner, more haggard, exhaustion carved deep into his features. Or perhaps it was just a trick of her mind. Either way, it had nothing to do with her.From the moment she left, their ties had already been severed.Her eyes, first filled with momentary surprise, turned cold and detached. Her voice followed suit, distant and flat. "Move."She had no intention of entertaining this conversation. She stepped past him, ready to leave.Jack reached out, blocking her path. "Jess, I came all this way for you. Can't you give me one chance? I know you still love me."Still love him?Jessica almost laughed."Jack, I don't love you anymore. After everything you've done, do you still expe
No one had believed her. They all said she had forged the report.Even after all this time, she could still remember the sheer despair that had swallowed her whole. Those people—they were her family, her boyfriend. Yet, they had chosen not to trust her.But that didn't matter now.She only wanted to spend the time she had left living as she wished, to achieve something remarkable in the design competition. That would be enough."It doesn't matter anymore," Jessica said. Her eyes, empty and cold, reflected nothing familiar to Jack. He had never seen her look like this before.A sharp unease settled in his chest, something he had never quite felt. It was as if, for the first time, he truly understood—he was losing her. Completely."Jess—""Jack, stop clinging to me, will you? It makes me sick."Sick.She used that word on him now. Was that how she truly saw him?Jessica stepped into the company building without looking back.Jack didn't leave. He stood outside, waiting. Waitin
But right now, Michael was more worried about Jack's health than anything else. "You should wait until you feel better. Just look at yourself. You're in no condition to go anywhere."Michael had no idea what had happened between them.Jack told him everything. As he spoke, he slapped himself, again and again.To be honest, Michael had never seen Jack go this hard on himself. But in the end, he was still his bro.Men made mistakes. It happened. But at least Jack knew he was wrong."Alright, I get it," Michael said. "But you still need to take care of yourself. You know what the doctor said. Your body's in bad shape. You just got off a ten-hour flight, barely ate anything, smoked and drank the whole way through, then spent the entire night squatting outside. Even a man made of iron wouldn't be able to handle that."Jack's stubbornness kicked in. "I can't rest. I have to find Jess."Michael grew irritated. "Then why the hell did you call me? You might as well just wait outside her
"Whatever happened to the kind and gentle Jessica? How did you become like this? Yes, Jack made mistakes, but he knows that now. He took a ten-hour flight just to find you, waited downstairs at your office for hours, and burned with fever through the night. When has he ever done this for anyone? Everything he's done—it's all for you."Can you stop being so cold? You've been together for so many years. Is there really no way to move past this?"He did it for her?She was the one being cold?Hearing Michael's words, Jessica almost wanted to laugh.The things Jack had done—she could never forgive.She turned slightly, her gaze landing on Jack. Her voice was devoid of warmth. "I don't know if you remember, but I once said that in my relationships, there is no place for a third person. If one appears, I won't fight, I won't struggle—I'll be the first to walk away."Abby had been that third person. So, she left.She continued, "Also, I believe that between adults, love should begin a
Jack thought about knocking on the door but hesitated. Instead, he chose to wait downstairs.He knew that at some point during the night, Jessica had a habit of standing by the window. If she did tonight, she would see him there. So he stayed, watching, waiting for her to notice him.What he didn't know was that, at that very moment, Jessica was engaged in yet another battle with her illness.Work had been relentless, eating had become an afterthought, and the cancer had spread faster than expected. What once required two pills now needed three just to keep it at bay. Blood seeped from her mouth and nose. She rinsed repeatedly with water until the traces were gone, then collapsed onto the sofa, drained, slipping into a hazy, pain-filled sleep.Downstairs, Jack kept his eyes on the single light in her apartment. Even as the night dragged on, past two in the morning, it remained on.A bad feeling took root in his chest.After years of knowing her, he was certain of one thing—she
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