Listening to Shirley's words, I truly felt lucky for Shelton. Fortunately, he returned. Fortunately, he returned to Shirley's side. Back to the person who loved him. Michael Blake was hired as defense counsel in Shelton's case. I went to find Patrick and asked him about the case. He told me Shelton had locked Emily up for a while, but he soon let her go. But after that, Emily asked Shelton for money. Shelton gave her some. After Emily spent all the money, she was desperate and went to the police. She wanted to use this method to force Shelton to give her money. When I heard Patrick's words, I thought that Emily was too naïve. If this were true, then someone might help her. But it was she who exposed the video in the first place, and everyone knew that. She had made the choice. Now everything she said just made it worse. Emily had no money, so she could only find the assigned lawyer to file the lawsuit. In the first
Patrick and I held a wedding when Rosalie was 100 days old. Although he wanted to hold a grand banquet, I refused to do so. Mostly, I was too old to care about the formalities anymore. But I understood that it was Patrick's heart for me, and I did not refuse to hold the wedding. We just needed to call some good friends and have a Simple banquet. Patrick couldn't convince me, so he naturally agreed. In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day. Shirley sent me the wedding dress. Because it was a mini wedding, only seven or eight tables were available. Most of the guests came from my studio and Towering High Company. Everyone was familiar with each other. In order to solve the marriage problem of the older single women in my studio, Nancy and I also made a special effort on the seating row. We specifically put single men and women of marriageable age at one table, expecting them to develop their relationship. Early
After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered. I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work. It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old. Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door. He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?" I was stunned. I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far. He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon." After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out. "A new home?" I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I
Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married a man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister, Caroline Archer... Although Caroline and I looked identical on the surface, I had been sent to an orphanage because of the negligence on the hospital's side as soon as I was born. It was not until three years ago that I came back to Archer Family. I, a wild girl, didn't fit the grand Archer Family. However, without parents by my side since I was a child, I was extremely discreet, hoping that I could get along with others of this family as well as winning the favor of my parents. Consequently, when both my parents and Caroline had begged me to marry Patrick Cowell on behalf of Caroline the day before yesterday, I had consented immediately without deliberation. On the one hand, it was because I loved Patrick Cowell. On the other hand, it was the first time that I felt that my family needed me. And
In the morning, I woke up from the pain, feeling that the lower part of my body had been ripped apart. And what had happened last night was surging in my mind as if it were a nightmare... On my wedding night, Patrick treated me as if I were his enemy and took away my virginity. What he had done to me ruined all my previous fantasies. The bed beside me was already cold. A drop of scarlet blood on the snow-white sheet looked particularly irritating. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath despite the pain. After getting dressed, I changed the sheet into a new one. I went out, stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, and saw Patrick sitting at a rectangular dining table, who was reading the newspaper as well as having breakfast. The golden sunshine in the morning shone on his side through the window, making him look warm and holy. Over the past twelve years when I had a secretive crush on Patrick, marrying him and li
As soon as I saw this scene, my heart trembled. Just as I wanted to figure out what was going on, my father came to the front and slapped me, making me hit against the wall. Before I could come to my senses, I heard him cursing angrily, "Charlotte Archer, we have been raising you for three years. And is that how you should repay us?" There was a smell of blood in my mouth. And I was also in a trance. Trying my best to stand up straight, I looked at my father as I asked, "What..." "How come you have the nerve to ask me any questions? Do you assume that we don't know what you have done? You schemed against your sister, fed her sleeping pills, and attended the wedding for her! If we hadn't found it out earlier and took Caroline to the hospital to have a gastric lavage, I don't even know if she would be alive now!" After that, my father raised his hand and gave me aother hard slap. This slap was even more vicious than the previous one. I was in a trance for a
I went to the door with difficulty, opened the door, and lay on the big bed where I had been sleeping for three years. I fell asleep in a daze... I had a dream. In my dream, I went back to the time when I had seen Patrick for the first time 12 years ago. At that time, I was only 10 years old. And I went to have fun at a construction site nearby the orphanage which hadn't been completely furnished yet. It was in winter back then when there was nobody on the construction site. I met Patrick there, who was wounded and dying. Although I had been calling him for a long time, he didn't respond at all. Originally, thinking that he was dead, I was about to go back to turn to the teacher in the orphanage, only to hear a weak voice behind me, "Save me." At that time, I, who was thin and weak, pushed him out of the construction site with a tricycle for carrying cement and took him to the nearest hospital. Because I didn't have enough money, the staff in the hos
It seemed that Caroline and her mother didn't expect me to wake up. Although the light of the floor-to-ceiling lamp was dim, I could tell that the looks on their faces were not good. Caroline's mother put on a fake smile and asked me, "Charlotte, how is your injury? Do you need to go to the hospital?" If it were in the past, I would have been moved. But now I was indifferent. Seeing my indifferent expression, Caroline, who certainly knew that I had heard all their conversation, interrupted her mother directly. "Mom, you don't have to act anymore. Judging from her tone, she, a wild dog, knows what's going on." "A wild dog." Hearing Caroline call me a wild dog so smoothly, I knew that they must have nicknamed me like this early. "A wild dog?" I endured the pain, walked to the empty sofa, and sat down. Then I deliberately said, "Even so, I am a wild dog who has 4% shares." Sure enough, as soon as I said that, Caroline's mother understood what I m