ManyWriters

On our wedding day, my fiancé publicly called off the marriage, using a million-dollar endorsement deal for his pure love as a bride price.
As I was being mocked by the crowd, my childhood sweetheart from a medical dynasty family returned from studying abroad.
He knelt and presented me with 9,999 flaming roses, along with a ten-billion-dollar bride price, proposing marriage.
Grateful for his appearance, I immediately accepted.
Three months into my pregnancy, there was an accident in the lab, and my childhood sweetheart personally performed my surgery.
When I woke up, he choked up as he told me the baby couldn't be saved, and my olfactory cells were permanently damaged - I would never be able to smell any scent again.
I was devastated. My childhood sweetheart held me tightly, vowing to protect me for life and let me be his one and only princess forever.
But six years later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with his assistant:
"Mr. Grey, for Vivienne's sake, you not only helped her fake the perfume formula, but also deliberately released toxins in the lab to make Melody miscarry, using that not-yet-formed fetus as an ingredient for her. Was it worth it?" "Vivienne hasn't been able to create a new fragrance since losing her sense of smell! She cries all day and looks haggard! Do you really want to stand by and watch such a talented and outstanding woman fall from grace?"
"I only regret that this child was premature and not pure enough. Otherwise, Vivienne's limited edition perfume would have gone down in history!"
What I thought was true love turned out to be a long-planned trap to steal my essence.

My Husband Turned Our Miscarried Embryo into Perfume

"Damien, didn't you say you had a surprise for me?"


A complete set of priceless experimental equipment was brought in.


Each piece was a precision instrument typically found only in top-tier laboratories.


"Damien knows me best, these are all the treasures I've been dreaming of!"


"I bet some people here can't even name half of these, huh?"


Damien suddenly remembered my presence.


Looking at my plain clothes, out of place in this luxurious setting.


All these years, he never asked what I wanted, let alone supported my research.


"Melody, don't get the wrong idea, I'm just supporting Vivienne's research..."


"Damien, I feel dizzy... It's probably the new perfume, the scent is too strong..."


"What's wrong? Is your sense of smell acting up again? I'll take you to get checked out."


With that, he carried Vivienne away hurriedly, leaving me alone on the spot. The whispers of the guests reached my ears:


"No wonder Doctor Grey would rather buy the most expensive equipment for President Snow than help his own darling."


"This useless creature who can't even smell perfume has the audacity to embarrass herself here."


"If it weren't for Doctor Grey honoring her mother's friendship, why would he marry her?"


"She probably used her mother's death to con her way in. How can someone so unworthy be allowed into our circle?"


The rumors grew increasingly nasty, and Mrs. Langdon impatiently waved her hand:


"What bad luck. Get out of here quick, don't ruin Vivienne's good mood."


"At least your mom was a perfumer. The Grey family treating her illness was a favor. She deserved to die, and you're not only ungrateful but dare to trick your way in. Karma will get you sooner or later!"


I clutched the divorce papers in my bag and smiled silently.


So my greatest karma was meeting Damien.


I turned to find him, but heard intimate sounds outside the lounge. Vivienne leaned back on the couch, her hand resting on Damien's shoulder:


"Damien, feel my pulse. Isn't it racing?"


Damien's voice was husky, barely concealing the turmoil within.


"You can fool others, but not me. I know I'm the only one in your heart, ever since our college days. Even if you married someone else for your medical dynasty, your heart will always belong to me. Let's indulge just this once..."


Damien could no longer restrain himself. He pinned her beneath him, kissing her passionately.


Amidst the rustle of clothing, embarrassingly sensual moans filled the air.


Chapter 4