Cassie Jensen failed to warm Archer Bailey's heart for three years. As a wife, she lived a life worse than a mistress.
She thought that the two of them would go on like this until another woman appeared.
Cassie Jensen realized that she was nothing in Archer Bailey's eyes.
But she never expected that this man would forcibly lock her into a mental hospital for the sake of his beloved woman.
After experiencing all kinds of painful torture, Cassie Jensen finally broke down: "Archer Bailey, do you regret treating me like this..."
"The word regret has never been in my book."
The man's indifferent and unfeeling back made her lose her last bit of hope and was disheartened.
Two years later, she became the Ms. White that everyone envied, aloof and extravagant.
At the banquet, when she smiled at him with a familiar voice and an unfamiliar face, the man who had always been cold and heartless suddenly burst into tears.
"Cassie, give me a chance to make up for you..." He grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, like the only light caught in the decaying darkness.
"It's late." Pulling away the man's hand, she turned and left with a clean back, without a trace of nostalgia.

Regret and Redemption

"Archer, we will get engaged in a few days. Can you invite Ms. Jensen to our engagement banquet?"

After Archer walked over, Molly smiled and took his arm, looking at him with admiration in her eyes.

Archer narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why?"

Molly had a sentimental look on her face. "Actually, I was also thinking about Ms. Jensen. She was insane because of you. If she went to the engagement scene and was stimulated, she might return to normal."

But this absurd reason couldn't fool Archer. Although he didn't know the real purpose of Molly, he guessed that it couldn't be good for Cassie to be there.

He didn't reject Molly's request because he would never help Cassie. After a while, Archer smiled. "As long as you will be happy."

After Archer left, Cassie was in a state of confusion.

Chapter 9 He's Not Worth It