For the first time, I saw something I hadn't expected in Mom's eyes—hesitation. It wasn't much, just a flicker of reluctance. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, she remembered that I was the daughter she carried for nine months. Jeremy's expression was more complex. There was a hint of unease, but it was overshadowed by relief. With me in jail, even for the shortest possible sentence, my life would never recover. I would no longer be a threat to his place in the family or his carefully curated reputation. And just like that, my own parents, my brother, and my husband of eight years sent me off to a holding cell. I didn't know if it was by coincidence or deliberate arrangement, but they placed me in a shared cell. The other women inside looked rough, the kind of people you wouldn't want to cross. Already shaken, I felt a wave of unease creep over me. I had anticipated that fighting back against Julianne would make my family and Irvin furious, that they'd try to ma
The next morning, someone came to see me. I thought it would be my lawyer, Mr. Stern, coming to work on my release. But no—it was Irvin. He looked like he hadn't slept a single minute. His usually sharp, magnetic eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed more disheveled and drained than I felt after spending a long, sleepless night in a holding cell. When his gaze landed on my pale face, there was a flicker of something in his expression—regret, perhaps? Before I could say anything, he spoke. "I hope you've had time to cool off," he said, his tone measured. "It's not too late to do the right thing. Apologize now, and we can end this." Hearing those words made me think back to the last time he'd cornered me like this, saying, "It's been three months, and you still haven't learned and reflected on yourself?" It was almost funny. In his mind, he wasn't punishing me—he was indulging me. Giving me chance after chance to "correct my mistakes" to be "grateful" for his supp
Irvin fell silent. He didn't deny it. Other than that incident, I had never done anything wrong. Nothing immoral, nothing illegal. "Eight years," I said, my voice firm. "We've known each other for eight years. Loved each other for seven. And yet, you never once trusted me. Someone shows you a video, and instead of investigating, you just believe it. You accept that I'm capable of something so disgusting. If someone like you claims to love me, am I not supposed to feel disgusted?"From the way his attitude toward me shifted after Julianne showed him the video, it was clear he hadn't bothered to dig deeper. He just accepted it as the truth. Irvin tugged at his tie, his frustration showing. "Emilia, you can't keep blaming others when things go wrong. It's not just about trust—it's about the choices you've made. Sure, you've never done anything immoral or illegal before. You're a good person, kind to everyone. But that doesn't mean you'd treat Julianne the same way. It doesn't me
Irvin seemed genuinely baffled, almost annoyed, by my sudden push for him to be with Julianne. His frustration spilled over as he snapped, "Emilia, how many times do I have to tell you? There's nothing between Julianne and me. There's never been anything like that, and there never will be. Why do you keep dragging me into this nonsense with her?" I almost laughed at his words. I wanted to tell him it was because he was in love with her. Truly, deeply, stupidly in love. So much so that he didn't even care about her history, wasn't that what true love was all about? It was just like how Mom thought—if celebrities could marry their ex's parent, why couldn't Irvin?If Irvin really wanted to clear Julianne's name, he'd stop pretending and just marry her. That would do far more for her reputation than forcing me to publicly take the fall for something I didn't do. But I didn't bother saying any of that. Irvin wouldn't admit it. He refused to acknowledge what was obvious to
After Mr. Stern left to handle my bail paperwork, I returned to the holding cell. There wasn't much to do—nothing to pack—so I decided to lie down on the narrow cot and rest my mind for a bit. Before I could even close my eyes, someone lunged at me. The steel shelving behind me left no room to move. Even someone in perfect health would've been injured if they were shoved into it. And me? With steel plates and screws holding my body together, a hit like that could easily cripple me—if not kill me outright. I'd been caught completely off guard, too distracted by my thoughts to notice her approach. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge. Just as I braced for the worst, I felt a strong hand yank me backward. One of the women in the cell—the one who looked the most intimidating—grabbed me and pulled me out of the way. Her timing was perfect; I was inches away from colliding with the shelf. Before I could process what had just happened, she l
Some mothers didn't care about their own daughters, and there were mothers like her—willing to do anything for their children. I respected her. I respected her honesty. "Don't worry," I told her firmly. "No matter what happens to me, I'll make sure you and your daughter are taken care of for the rest of your lives." Her eyes reddened instantly, and I could see how much those words meant to her. She was a good mother—through and through. When she offered to protect me while I was here, saying she was willing to risk everything as long as I promised to help her daughter, I refused. I didn't want her to take unnecessary risks. She deserved a chance to live peacefully with her daughter without jeopardizing her future. Besides, I had my own way of handling things. I returned to my cot, but before lying down, I turned to the room. A few of the other women were already eyeing me, their expressions full of ill intent. "I don't care what anyone promised you or how muc
Mr. Stern handed his phone to me as he spoke, showing me the situation online.Juliane had paid off online trolls and even hired influencers to talk about the situation. The story of a "sister's" sudden turn into a stepmother was already scandalous enough. But with influencers talking about it, it quickly went viral.In the beginning, netizens' hate comments were directed only at Julianne. This was thanks to the effort of her army of trolls. Some called her shameless for treating Irvin as a brother when she was his stepmother. Some labeled her a gold digger who was willing to sleep with anyone for money. There were also comments saying it was bad enough that Julianne had left the son in favor of sleeping with his old man for the sake of money. But now the old man was dead, and the son was successful, she doubled back and wanted to be with the son despite already having been married once.She was criticized for being utterly shameless.There were even netizens who felt someone lik
Mr. Stern couldn't help but look at me with pity. I could already guess what he was thinking.What a tragedy. I had wasted a fortune supporting a man who turned out to be a scumbag. Even worse, my own family teamed up with the public in wishing for my death.But I wasn't affected by this at all because I had already anticipated it.Julianne had always hated seeing me happy after all. Yet, despite having a video that could ruin me, she hadn't exposed it earlier. Besides using the video to get my parents to hate me, I guessed she also wanted Irvin to think of me as a malicious person. That way, he would feel more remorseful toward her. He would then spoil her unconditionally to make up for it.Most importantly, Julianne didn't want anyone to know that she had once been with Irvin's father. This was so she could still have a chance to be with Irvin. But now everyone already knew about it, and she could no longer play the "childhood sweetheart" card. It also meant it was no longer
"How could you take advantage of your position to seduce my husband! How could you knowingly become the other woman!" Grace accused.The photo she showed me on her phone was from when Irvin hugged me tightly after standing up from his wheelchair.When I first saw it, I was stunned. But then, it hit me—we had been watched this whole time!Based on the direction the photo was taken from, it could have only been taken from outside my work studio's window. And given that my studio was on the 10th floor, there was no way a random passerby snapped the photo by chance.Plus, the camera angle of the photo indicated it wasn't a coincidental shot. Someone had clearly been watching us from a floor above in the adjacent building.I also realized I had never closed the curtains in my studio. So, if someone had been watching us the entire time, they definitely knew Irvin had long since regained full use of his legs—which meant the Hardwells no longer needed my services.Thus, here came the poi
The young man's ability to stand again had filled his family with overwhelming joy. Coincidentally, it was also his 17th birthday, so they threw a grand birthday party and invited me to attend.I couldn't refuse. I was genuinely happy for him, so I went.Since his family was acquainted with William, they were undoubtedly influential figures in Lestoria. Therefore, the Hardwells were also invited.When I saw Grace pushing Irvin's wheelchair into the venue, attending the party as a married couple, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.I must really be a hopeless romantic.I had planned to use the time spent treating Irvin's legs to treat my withdrawal symptoms from him. I wanted my final decision to be cutting him out of my life completely.But instead of letting go—as I had hoped—the time we spent together only reminded me how good he once was to me.Even though I knew he had no choice, my heart still ached to see him with another woman.I truly…I really hated how I was. It made me
Because of Agatha's favoritism and stubbornness, Magnus had been growing increasingly impatient with her. "I think I've made myself very clear," he said, leaving no room for further discussion."Magnus, you can't do this! You can't just forget about Tim so soon! How could you treat him this way? Let me tell you—"Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off with a stern shout. "Enough! This is not up for discussion. I don't want to hear another word about it. Just leave!"Magnus' authority was absolute in the Hardwell family. Once he made a decision, Agatha had no power to change it no matter what.Though unwilling and displeased, she had no choice but to leave.As soon as Grace returned home, she was informed about the argument between Magnus and Agatha. She immediately rushed to find Agatha.The moment Agatha saw Grace, tears streamed down her face.Upon hearing that the argument had been about Irvin's hypnosis, Grace finally told her the truth, that Irvin had been faking it.
Grace had always wanted to stand at the pinnacle of power.The man beside her raised an eyebrow and suggested, "Then don't let her die. Force her into a dead-end and offer a hand, so she can be used by us."Grace chuckled but said nothing.Now that she had the picture she wanted, there was no need to continue watching. She withdrew her gaze and returned to the couch in the room.After taking a bottle of collagen, she finally looked at the man sitting across from her. "At the rate Irvin is recovering, he'll be fully healed in at most two to three weeks. Have you made all the preparations I asked for?" she asked."Of course! When have I ever failed to complete a task you gave me?" he replied confidently.Grace's lips curled into a smile. "Great."Seeing how she smiled so casually, completely without any hesitation or pain, the man couldn't help but comment. "Ms. Keller, you're ruthless indeed."Grace lowered her gaze and gently stroked her belly. She didn't respond.That night
Since Irvin had lost his memories, his behavior had regressed to that of his younger self.Although he had difficulty moving and had to avoid the Hardwells, he still prepared small surprises for me every time he came for treatment. Just like how he did when he was pursuing me.Just like when we were newlyweds.No matter how busy or exhausted he was, he always put in the effort to prepare something for me, whether it was a bouquet of flowers, a ticket to a movie I wanted to watch, or a dessert I loved.We were poor back then, and the things he gave me weren't worth much, but I was moved to tears every single time. After all, he was always thoughtful and affectionate. The eyes that were once cold and indifferent now burned with compassion and sincerity. Those naturally affectionate eyes gazed at me with so much love, as if I were his entire world.His one and only.That kind of love was irresistible, drawing me in.And I couldn't help but wonder, if none of it had happened, if
"I'm sorry, babe. Do you not like sunflowers? I… I saw online that…" Irvin stammered.He had searched for information about me online and discovered that I loved sunflowers, so he secretly hid one to give me. But I ended up crying instead of taking it with joy. Snapping out of it, I forced a smile and accepted the flower. "I do love it. Thank you."He stared at me, unsure if I was truly happy or just pretending."But don't call me 'babe' anymore. We're divorced." I couldn't bear to hear him say it in the same affectionate tone as before. That genuine, affectionate tone would only make me feel bad for him.And I didn't want to feel that way.Irvin, who was already anxious, panicked at my words. He grabbed my hands and said, "Babe, I couldn't find anything about what happened between us, but I know that it must have been my fault if we got divorced. "I'll make sure to be good from now on and listen to everything you say. Please, just give me another chance."Irvin had always
Adolescence was already a time when emotions are most unstable, making it easy to act impulsively and engage in risky behaviors. Being treated that way by my own family, I walked into the ocean, one step at a time.I wanted to die.I wanted them to regret, to suffer, to have everyone condemn them for killing their own daughter over an adopted one.I was so foolish back then, thinking I could punish them with my death. I completely forgot that they needed to actually care about me to feel remorse and pain for losing me. If they didn't care, it wouldn't matter if I died a thousand times.Using my own death to punish others is the most foolish thing in the world. I came to that realization when I was on the brink of death. I struggled, trying to make my way back to shore, desperate to survive. But then, a huge wave dragged me under, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stand up. I didn't know how to swim back then.Just when I thought I was going to die, a tall young man do
I comforted Mr. Holland for a long time before he finally felt better and ate some oatmeal.When I got home that night, I pulled out Irvin's medical records and the reports of his treatment with various devices. I analyzed his responses to the treatment to plan the next steps. I wasn't sure how I felt about Irvin, so I chose to ignore it completely and focus solely on treating his legs.If his legs could recover and function properly again, we would be even. No matter what happened in the future, I would take it one step at a time.Things would work out eventually.By the time I finished comparing all the data and finalized the device frequency settings for Irvin's treatment the next day, it was already past 1:00 am.I collapsed onto my bed and fell asleep immediately.Ever since my injuries from falling off the cliff, I needed sleeping pills to fall asleep every night. When I lost my memory, I thought my insomnia was due to the pain. But after my memories returned, I realized
William recalled that at the time of his accident, Cordelia and I had also been vacationing on the island.Although he didn't think it was possible, he instinctively asked anyway.I had assumed that William's intimidating presence on the way here was because he was angry at me for not answering his question.I never expected him to suddenly ask such a thing.Although I didn't know why, my first instinct was to admit that I had saved someone while I was on the island.But before I could say anything, his phone rang. It seemed like an urgent call. After answering it, he hurriedly told me he would send someone else to pick me up before leaving in his car.Feeling bad for troubling him when he was so busy, I sent him a message. I told him that he didn't need to send anyone and that I would call my own driver instead.William didn't reply to my text.Instead, Noah called. "Emi, there's an emergency at home. I have to leave for a while. Wait for me, I'll be right back." he said.W