Margaret saw her again. Marjorie. She lived in a villa on the south side of the city, a place isolated from the world. Apart from the few people who took care of her and Gavin, no one ever came by. But Margaret had been here before. She had studied the villa completely. She knew where people could be concealed. Marjorie looked surprisingly well, wearing a long white dress and draped in Gavin's coat. Margaret felt like a thief. She had rushed out in such a hurry earlier, running so fast that she lost one of her shoes. Now, barefoot, she stood in the muddy earth, feeling the cold sting of dirt and the tiny crawl of ants against the soles of her feet. But she wasn't frightened. She was numb, standing still as she watched Gavin and Marjorie's happiness unfold. Marjorie was barefoot too, but she had her feet resting on Gavin's legs, her pale toes curling up. She smiled brightly and asked, "Gavin, where's the gift you promised me?" Gavin pulled out a Burberry
Margaret kept walking until noon the next day. She had wandered in a daze, and when she saw the villa, it felt like she was in a different world. Her feet were so sore and raw that she could hardly feel them anymore. She furrowed her brow, took a deep breath, and barely managed to calm herself down. But when she pushed open the door, it slammed shut with a loud bang, as if something had exploded around her. As she looked around, she saw colorful streamers hanging everywhere. Nearby, someone was filming, and it looked like they were livestreaming the event. Soon, a crowd of onlookers gathered, their faces full of envy as they gossiped excitedly. "I heard Mr. Hartley has been planning this proposal for a long time!" "Margaret must be the luckiest woman in the world to be with Mr. Hartley! I'm envious!" Margaret stared at Gavin as he made his way through the crowd. It took a moment, but then it hit her—Gavin was going to propose to her. The streamers, the bal
The scene was over when Gavin finally noticed the bloodied mess of Margaret's feet. He frowned, his expression shifting. "What happened to your feet? Weren't you at the hospital yesterday?" Margaret gave a quiet, indifferent response, her tone flat. "I stepped out for a while." Gavin lowered his gaze, then tore off a few sheets of tissue and placed them over his legs. He had a thing about cleanliness, but still, he placed Margaret's feet on his legs. If she hadn't witnessed Marjorie's bare feet placed so casually on Gavin's lap just yesterday, Margaret might have felt something. Instead, a bitter smirk flickered in her eyes as she asked, "Why the sudden interest in getting married?" "You've been... acting a little strange lately," Gavin remarked while watching her closely, his brow furrowed. While gently disinfecting her wounds, he added, "What's going on?" Margaret simply replied, her voice distant. "Nothing." Gavin still looked concerned, his eyes searching
The auction hall was packed, the air thick with excitement.As soon as Margaret sat down, someone approached her with a smile. "Ms. Chapman, I heard you're selling the Blue Diamond."Margaret gave a faint smile, but before she could respond, the conversation had already shifted. "I'm set on getting the Blue Diamond today! It symbolizes Mr. Hartley's perfect love for Ms. Chapman. If I win it, maybe I'll find a man as amazing as him.""You'd better not try to outbid me! The Blue Diamond has to be mine today!"Margaret sat quietly in the corner, her gaze down while she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone.On the screen, the latest surveillance footage appeared—Margaret had installed the cameras during her first visit to Marjorie's villa. From then on, she had kept a close eye on Marjorie, watching every move she made.One by one, the auction items were presented, and when the Blue Diamond appeared, the room erupted in chaos."One million!""Three million!""Five million!"
When Gavin called to tell Margaret about the wedding, she was at the hospital.Her mother's condition had worsened. She desperately needed a kidney transplant, but the organ Margaret had arranged for her was still in Chesterio—still far from reaching her.Margaret had originally planned to use her own identity to secure that kidney for her mother.But on the other end of the line, Margaret's younger sister, Eloise Chapman, spoke in a calm, collected tone, "I told you, I'm climbing Mount Casendron right now. I can't make it in time. Even if I flew over now, it'd be tomorrow night before I could get there."Margaret's hands shook as she whispered, "But Mom really can't hold on much longer. You wanted my identity, didn't you? If Mom dies, I won't have any use for your kidney anymore. Why should I give my identity to you then?""I can't do anything about it!" Eloise's voice grew cold as she abruptly hung up.Margaret felt her hands grow colder too. Her mother's warmth was slowly fadi
By the time Gavin returned home, it was already past midnight.Margaret had taken care of all the funeral arrangements for her mother. She had paid a hefty price to move things along quickly, and now, her mother's ashes were resting in a small urn she cradled in her arms.Gavin entered and froze, surprised to see the urn in the suitcase. "Why is it in the suitcase?" he asked.Margaret's voice was calm as she answered, "I'm taking her back to her hometown."Gavin paused, a frown creasing his brow. "When are you planning to take her back?""Tomorrow," Margaret replied.His frown deepened. "The wedding is the day after tomorrow. Maybe you should wait until after the ceremony to take your mom home."Margaret's fingers clenched tightly around the edge of her coat, her knuckles turning white. Then, unexpectedly, she smiled, her voice soft but laced with an edge. "My mother's gone. Do we really need to go ahead with the wedding? Our family tradition is to mourn the deceased..." Gav
At 5:00 AM, Gavin was woken up by the blaring sound of his alarm clock.The first thing he did was call the housekeeper at the villa to make sure Marjorie was still asleep and that the livestream equipment was ready. The second thing was to call Margaret.The call went straight to voicemail.His heart skipped a beat, suddenly thundering in his chest. A sense of unease washed over him, gnawing at his insides.Gavin could no longer sit still. He jumped out of bed and called the wedding planning company. "Is Margaret still asleep?" he asked urgently.The staff member hesitated before responding, "Ms. Chapman hasn't gotten up yet. We've knocked on her door, but she hasn't opened it. We're not sure what's going on…"Gavin's expression darkened. "I'm coming over now."His heart was racing. As he left the house, Gavin couldn't quite place the source of the panic that had suddenly overwhelmed him. He only realized it when he was already sitting in the back of the Maybach—he was stil
Eloise refused to admit it.She certainly didn't want to be caught on the very first day using Margaret's identity. How could she possibly stay in the country if that happened?She linked her arm with Gavin's, offering a gentle smile. "What are you talking about, Gavin? How could I not be Margaret? Who else could I possibly be?"Gavin stood frozen, his mind a jumbled mess. His brow furrowed deeply as a sense of confusion washed over him. For the first time, he had no idea what to do next.The crowd of onlookers below had already begun whispering among themselves, and the emcee had quickly stepped in to remind him, "Mr. Hartley, the next part is for you and Ms. Chapman to come to the stage together and exchange vows—"Not far away, the livestream was still running.More and more people were flooding in, and the viewership had already reached the seven-figure mark.The comments on the livestream were scrolling so fast that it was impossible to keep up with them.[What's going on?
Margaret was at an international culinary competition. Following the address sent by his new assistant, Gavin charged through the bustling crowd. He pushed his way through person after person, each time with growing disappointment. He searched the entire competition venue, his heart sinking more and more. Finally, he stood there, cold to the core. Another letdown. In the past ten years, he had felt this way countless times. With a sigh, Gavin lifted his head, only to have his gaze fall on a familiar figure standing on stage.He stopped dead in his tracks. "Let‘s welcome today‘s champion, Chef Marge!" She went by Marge now. Gavin stared at her with an almost greedy look, watching her up there. She had changed. She was more mature now, her hair styled in big, wavy curls, wearing a stunning red dress that shimmered under the lights. When she smiled, her eyes shone with confidence. Down below, people were whispering, "That‘s her. She‘s won multiple championships and is c
Three months later, in the small town in Endrophia, the snow had melted, and life had begun to bloom once again. The world had turned a new page, welcoming another year, looking completely different from the last. Margaret's Maravian restaurant had transformed into a local bistro. Leaning heavily on a cane, Gavin hobbled toward the door and rang the bell. A blonde, blue-eyed woman greeted him with a smile. "Welcome, sir. What can I get for you today?"Gavin slowly made his way to a corner table—the same one where he and Margaret had once sat together. The setup was unchanged. The furniture, the decorations, everything was just as it had been. Only the sign was different. But somehow, everything felt… lost. Nothing was the same anymore. For the past three months, Gillian had kept a very tight leash on Gavin, to the point where he couldn't even leave his hospital room. But despite that, he had his assistant keep searching for any news of Margaret. He couldn't give up.
Margaret had made up her mind to leave the small town. The reason was simple."I've been happy these past few months. I feel like I've found a new version of myself—one that has purpose, self-worth, and a sense of identity. I can't go back to what I was. I don't want to become that woman anymore—the one everyone in Sparrowville envied."The kind of recognition I got back then, it was all because of another man. Don't you think that's ridiculous?" Malcolm stared at her, stunned. "But the international culinary competition—are you still going—""Of course I'm going," Margaret interrupted, a smile tugging at her lips. "I'm planning on moving somewhere Gavin won't be able to find me. Well, he might still track me down eventually, but life's long. Eventually, he'll give up looking, don't you think?"Malcolm hesitated, watching her with admiration. Several times, he gathered the courage to speak, but the words wouldn't come.Finally, it was Margaret who asked the question."So, I wan
Malcolm walked in just as Margaret finished her last order.She had changed into her clothes and, turning around, caught sight of the hesitant expression on Malcolm's face.Margaret raised an eyebrow and said, "Spit it out."Malcolm sighed, clearly frustrated. "Gavin's wound got seriously infected. He was in the ICU for two days, but he's been moved to a regular room now. His assistant has already contacted his parents, so they'll probably be here soon."She waited for him to continue, her eyes still fixed on him."His right leg... they might have to amputate it.""I see." Margaret nodded without any sign of surprise. She'd noticed something was off when she saw him the other day. Gavin's walk had been strange, almost like he was favoring one side."He's been asking about you," Malcolm spoke slowly, his tone a little softer. "He wants to know how you've been, if you're facing any problems. I told him everything, just like it is. His assistant even managed to find your phone nu
That night, Margaret had trouble sleeping.It was probably because Gavin had reappeared in her life, dragging up some of the worst memories she had. But she wasn't sad about it—she was just irritated. She had already moved on and started a new life, so why did Gavin feel the need to come back and disturb her?She drew the curtains open. The snow outside was falling heavily, the streets blanketed in a thick layer of white.She lit another cigarette. Just as she was about to take a drag, she caught a flicker of light in the distance.In the vast sea of white, there was a patch of black—Gavin.Even from a distance, Margaret recognized him immediately.He must have been keeping track of her movements, because the moment she turned on the light, Gavin looked up, locking eyes with her.As the wind howled and the snow swirled around him, his figure stood unsteadily, as if the storm could blow him away at any moment.Margaret glanced at him only for a split second before quickly dr
Gavin's entire body trembled, his already pale face draining of what little color it had left.His dark eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Margaret like a crouching wolf ready to strike.Margaret wasn't intimidated. She simply spoke, her tone cold and distant, "I don't know what happened between you and Marjorie. I don't know why she suddenly showed up in Endrophia... I don't know anything about your life anymore. But the one thing I do know, without a doubt, is that I'm not going back with you."We're over," she added, a mocking smile flickering on her lips. "No, to be more precise, this act of ours? It's done."Gavin's body trembled uncontrollably, and in a low voice, he whispered, "Margaret, let me explain…"Margaret just stared at him, as though genuinely waiting for an explanation.But as soon as the words were on his lips, he swallowed them back.His fists clenched, veins standing out as frustration built up. The hundreds of things he wanted to say all melted into useless ex
On New Year's Eve, a night for family reunions, Margaret prepared a feast for all the staff at her Maravian restaurant.Though the staff couldn't reunite with their family, there was still a sense of togetherness in the air here.Malcolm even brought Olivia along to celebrate the holiday at the restaurant."May the new year be better than the last!" The final dish was brought to the table by Malcolm as Margaret was gently ushered into the seat of honor."I want to thank everyone for their support and understanding over the past six months," Margaret said, lifting her glass. "In the days to come, I ask for your continued support as we work together to make the restaurant stronger and more successful!"Just a few days ago, Malcolm had brought some good news.Margaret had agreed to participate in an international culinary competition after the New Year."With your skills, Margaret, making it to the top three is a sure thing," Malcolm said, only to be nudged into the corner as Mar
The reason Eloise hadn't been calling Margaret anymore was simple—she was planning to run.Gavin had been in a serious car accident, and he was still lying unconscious in the ICU.During this time, no one was there to keep an eye on Eloise. She saw her opportunity and made a quick trip to Gavin and Margaret's house, gathering up all the valuables she could find. She packed a huge suitcase, filled to the brim with enough expensive items to fetch a small fortune.She had already bought a train ticket and was ready to leave when she opened the door and ran into Gavin's assistant."Ms. Chapman," the assistant said with a smile. "Mrs. Hartley sent me to bring you back to the hospital."Eloise quickly replied, "I'm not Margaret..."The assistant nodded. "I know. Mrs. Hartley knows, too. But she said it would be fine to have you here. At least you look like her."Eloise's face went pale.Outside the ICU, the sounds of machines beeping and hurried footsteps echoed through the halls. El
The first time Margaret met Malcolm was on the day Gavin had his rare moment of true sincerity.Malcolm had come to deliver flowers.Driving a pricey, stretched Lincoln to drop off flowers—someone like that was hard to forget. So, Margaret pulled him from the depths of her memory."Back then, my mom's company was researching new desserts. She was planning to create a whole line inspired by flowers. I wasn't great with business, but I loved experimenting with food. So, I went back to the country, bought some land, and started planting flowers. I even opened a flower shop to sell them. It was a whole new experience," Malcolm explained, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia.That day, the shop assistant had made a mistake with the rose color. They had delivered yellow roses instead of red. Looking back now, it was possible that the assistant wasn't the one who made the mistake. Maybe it was Gavin after all. The assistant had urgently asked Malcolm for help, saying he could