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Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company.

But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

It wasn't long before Carol's color seemed off, and Clark asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Seeing her huddled up, Clark anxiously asked, "Is it the poison acting up? I'll get Rose."

"Don't," Carol quickly grabbed Clark's hand, her voice straining with pain. "She's hurt. Let her rest. I can hold on."

She had survived like this before.

Countless times, when the poison acted up, she had endured it by sheer willpower.

"I can't stand by and do nothing. It must hurt." Clark tried to remove her hand.

But Carol held his hand tighter and pleaded, "Clark, I can handle it. I can't rely on Rose every time I have an attack. The poison strikes randomly, and I have to deal with it myself."

Seeing her writhing in pain, her voice now barely a whisper, Clark's heart ached. "How can I help?"

"Please leave." Carol didn't want him to see her in such a pitiful state. "Give me some time."

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