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

As soon as Cassie turned around, her shoulder was clasped by Emory's hand.

The dress she tried was off-the-shoulder. When Emory clasped her shoulder, the cool temperature of his palm spread to her body, making her shiver subconsciously.

It wasn't cold, but she felt his hands wrapped around her like a sticky poisonous snake, which made her feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

Someone told her before she must stay away from people she hated at first glance.

"What are you doing?" Cassie frowned slightly and swept his hand away.

"Sorry, I'm being a little rude." Emory withdrew his hand and said apologetically to hide the trace of viciousness in his eyes.

He looked at the disgust in Cassie's eyes that she was trying to hide and suddenly took a few steps closer to her. He stretched out his hand and twisted her long hair.

Chapter 50 No Right to Intervene