I stayed with Granny Fisher for two months to heal. Since the fishing village had no internet, I had no idea what was happening outside of the village. I didn't know if Charlie was looking for me after I disappeared. But honestly, I didn't care anymore. My focus was solely on regaining my health—only after that could I truly return and seek justice. Two months later, I unwrapped the bandages from my face and looked in the mirror for the first time. Fiona had inflicted serious injuries on my face. Although Granny Fisher's remedies were effective, mottled scars still remained. Granny Fisher looked at my face, sighing regretfully. "Such a beautiful face… It's a shame about those scars. What a tragedy." I touched the uneven marks and smiled faintly. "It's alright. I'll remember this face as a reminder of all they did to me."Once I had fully recovered, I bid Granny Fisher a temporary farewell and returned to the city that had once caused me so much pain. The city was unchanged,
I hadn't shed a single tear while recovering with Granny Fisher. But the moment I heard Asher's words, I broke down. It was that warm sense of security only family could bring. "Asher, I've suffered so much these past months." Tears rolled down Asher's cheeks too, and he held me tightly, his voice choked with emotion. "Tell me everything. What happened to you?" I recounted the events of the last two months to him, including how I'd stayed at Granny Fisher's place to recover and had been unable to reach him. As he listened, his anger grew. His hands trembled uncontrollably. "Those monsters—I'll kill them right now!" I quickly grabbed his arm. "Please, calm down. I'm alright now." Asher looked at me intently. "You're not telling me you still have feelings for Charlie, are you? That jerk is the source of all your suffering. Haven't you realized that yet? If it weren't for Charlie, you wouldn't be in this state."He paused, his voice dropping to a hesitant tone. "I hadn't wa
The sales assistant at the bridal shop spotted me and came over enthusiastically to greet me. I used the moment to step inside and sit down beside Charlie. He glanced at me briefly, sending a shiver down my spine—I was afraid he'd recognize me. But he only looked at me for a second before turning his attention back to the magazine in his hands. Feigning surprise, I looked at him and said, "Is that a Jaedon Centenary Edition watch you're wearing? Only ten of those were released worldwide. How impressive to see one here!" After years of marriage, I knew exactly what he loved and how to cater to him. Just as I'd expected, Charlie's expression softened, almost pleasantly surprised. "You're the first person to recognize this watch. Are you a fan, too?" I nodded, smoothly listing off a few rare, high-end watch brands. Only a true connoisseur would know them. I'd learned all of this back when I'd tried to please Charlie, little knowing it would someday come in handy. His eyes lit
Before they left, Charlie looked at me with a hint of confusion. "Have we met somewhere before? The moment you walked in, I felt a strange sense of familiarity." I chuckled softly. "Maybe we knew each other in a past life." He laughed, brushing off the thought, while Fiona shot me another withering glare and grabbed his arm to hurry him along. Watching them walk away, I smirked coldly. Perhaps we did know each other in another life. After all, I've already lived and died once. Back at home, I accepted Charlie's contact request. He hadn't reached out yet, but I wasn't in any rush. For now, the best approach was to engineer a few more "coincidental" encounters, as getting too close too quickly might put him off. A few days later, Charlie was invited to an event—one hosted by me. When he spotted me there, his eyes lit up with pleasant surprise. I greeted him openly, "I had no idea you're a famous movie star. I don't keep up with the entertainment scene, so I didn't recognize y
"Oh, I see," I replied with feigned innocence. "I thought maybe it was because you had someone else in your heart…" Charlie's expression shifted immediately, turning dark and troubled. "Of course there's someone else in my heart, but it's not love—it's hate." I watched him intently, sensing that he was talking about me. I silently waited for him to continue. "I used to have a wife," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But she's missing now, along with my child." "Is it possible something happened to her?" I ventured. Charlie let out a cold laugh. "You don't know my ex-wife. She's unbelievably selfish. This is definitely one of her schemes, probably because she isn't happy about how I manage my career." "Just wait," he continued, his tone darkening. "I'll find her eventually. If she's treated my child well, I might let it go. But if she hasn't, I'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget." I stayed silent, smirking inwardly. He had no idea that the very woman he desp
By the time I left, Fiona's face was pale, like all the color had been drained. I reached out, patted her shoulder, and whispered, "Fiona, I'll be at your wedding. Right on time." What I planned was simple and devastating. On the day of their wedding, in front of their guests, I would land a blow neither of them would ever forget. I would see Fiona behind bars. And Charlie's reputation? I'd ruin him, leave his name in the dust so no one would want to get associated with him ever again. I would make them both repay the pain my child endured a thousand times over.On the day of the wedding, Charlie sent me an invitation. When I showed up at the venue, Fiona was already outside, waiting to greet me. With the wedding date widely publicized, journalists and fans had gathered all around to catch a glimpse of the event. She pulled me aside to a quiet corner, where no one could overhear us. "Who sent you?" she hissed. "I'll pay you off. One million dollars. Just don't ruin the weddi
While browsing through the mall, a group of women closed in around me. The one who was leading them was a familiar face: Fiona Lambert, my husband Charlie Skyhawk's newly announced girlfriend. "There's the shameless homewrecker! Let's teach her a lesson!" Fiona's voice sliced through the crowd. Before I could process what was happening, a stinging slap landed across my face. Fiona folded her arms, looking down at me with a scornful smile. "You're Destiny Mckinney, aren't you? You knew Charlie was my boyfriend, yet you dared to go after him?" "Don't waste your breath, Fiona," one of her followers sneered. "Everyone hates a mistress—let's make sure she can't show her face in public again." Instinctively, I shielded my belly, heart pounding. "Wait, I'm pregnant," I stuttered. "Would you really—?" But Fiona's face turned icy, her eyes full of contempt. "Pregnant? You had the audacity to get pregnant with his child? So that's why Charlie left me—because of you and your baby?
All I felt was despair, sinking deeper into a darkness where even air seemed to escape me. I opened my mouth, desperate to form words, to cry for help, but only a few strangled groans escaped. "What's that noise?" Charlie's voice crackled through Fiona's phone, and a sliver of hope flickered inside me. I groaned louder, praying he'd hear my pain. Fiona shot me a look, her expression alert as she tried to cover up. "There's no noise. You must be hearing things." He didn't question it, didn't even hesitate. "Alright. Do whatever you want—I'll back you up." "Love you," she purred, ending the call with a smug smile.I collapsed onto the floor, tears wetting my cheeks as Fiona stood over me, gripping my clothes with her fists. Turning to the growing crowd, she announced, "Don't get the wrong idea, folks. I'm giving this homewrecker exactly what she deserves! This woman had the nerve to come between my boyfriend and me. Tell me, doesn't she deserve it?"The murmurs around us mo