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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

Looking at my continued indifference, he gently held my hand:


"Melody, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"


"It's nothing, just thinking about the lab."


"It's all my fault. If I had been more careful then, you wouldn't have lost your sense of smell. Every time I see you staring blankly at perfume bottles, I wish I could take your suffering upon myself."


If I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears,


Looking at his feigned sincerity, I felt only irony.


Just as I was about to bring up the divorce, Damien suddenly said:


"Oh, Melody, Vivienne is launching a new perfume at the brand headquarters today. Why don't we go take a look? Maybe a change of scenery will make you feel better."


"I know you have some reservations about her, but she's truly talented. Didn't you used to love analyzing other people's perfume formulas? Perhaps attending the launch event could give you some inspiration..."


So after all that roundabout talk, he just wanted to go see his beloved Vivienne.


Damien sighed in relief, smiling as he kissed my forehead:


"Melody, you're always so understanding." "In the evening, I'll come back early to keep you company."


In the grand lobby of the brand headquarters, Vivienne stood gracefully at the display stand, showcasing her new products to VIP clients.


Mrs. Langdon cheerfully smoothed things over for her:


"Our Vivienne is a true genius, she's been outstanding since childhood."


Vivienne glanced in my direction and deliberately raised her voice:


"Mrs. Langdon, you flatter me too much. However, there are some people who lack even basic olfactory sense, yet still insist on working in this industry. It's truly embarrassing for them."


Only then did Mrs. Langdon notice me, looking me up and down before saying disdainfully:


"Well, if it isn't the one from the Grey family? What's someone who can't smell fragrances doing here?"


"Are you trying to make our entire perfume industry look bad?"


"In our perfume circle, we value innate talent and lineage above all. A defective product like you shouldn't be here cluttering up the place!"


"Didn't that perfumer mother of yours teach you to know your place?"


Damien was Vivienne's junior classmate and also her most capable research partner. She had always wanted to leverage the Grey family's influence in the perfume industry.


She hoped Damien would find a debutante of equal social standing.


Later, Elio recognized Vivienne's talent, and the two formed a powerful alliance.


Damien, with his medical background, provided tremendous support in perfume research and development.


Mrs. Langdon reluctantly accepted Damien marrying me only then.


But after I lost my sense of smell and could no longer create fragrances, she looked down on me even more.


Before, Damien would still speak up for me occasionally, but now his mind is completely occupied with Vivienne's new product launch.


Vivienne glided gracefully, linking her arm with his:


Chapter 3