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When Cian rushed to the wasteland to save me, my legs had already been broken by someone.
My face was slashed with a knife, and ten fingernails were forcibly pulled out.
I fell for this man who gave me a second chance at life, and when he proposed, I accepted without hesitation.
Three years into our marriage, my legs had healed, and I was preparing to share this good news with him.
But outside his office, I overheard an argument between him and his ex-girlfriend.
"I explained back then that Vivienne and I were just boss and employee. You insisted I ruin her, or you'd break up with me. I follow your words and crippled her, but you still left me without a second thought. You're so heartless."
"I left, but you still married her. You clearly love her!"
Cian pulled her close, holding her tight: "You fool? You're the only one I love. I married her just to get back at you for leaving. You didn't like her, so I married her on purpose, thinking it would bring you back to me."
"Grace, your words can make me move heaven and earth for you. The scars on her body are proof of my loyalty to you..."
He gazed lovingly at the woman in his arms, and they finally kissed passionately.
So, I was just a pawn in your love story all along...

Remnants Of Regret, Love Unfinished

She lost her balance and crashed into the champagne tower behind her.


Shards of glass pierced her palm, and the commotion drew a crowd of onlookers.


"What happened? How did Mrs. Prescott fall?"


"I think I saw that woman hit Mrs. Prescott."


Cian heard the whole story and helped Grace up, holding her in his arms.


Grace cried silently, looking utterly pitiful.


"Who is this person? Why is she wearing a mask?"


"That just makes it easier to commit a crime. Maybe she's jealous of Mrs. Prescott."


Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Cian came over and slapped me, then dragged me in front of Grace.


His attitude was ice cold. Seeing his ruthless gaze, I was reminded of that night three years ago when he tormented me relentlessly.


This time I had upset Grace again. Would he torture me to the point of disability once more?


I started trembling. All the humiliation, fear, anger, and anguish welled up inside me at that moment.


Everything started spinning, and I fainted.


Cian's face was etched with anxiety and unease. Wanting to come and hug me, Grace stopped him:


"If you go forward, the entire New York City will know her identity. Aren't you afraid of the impact on the company?"


He sent a message to his assistant, asking him to take me home.


Then he continued entertaining guests with Grace as if nothing had happened.


Cian, noticing I was awake, nuzzled closer affectionately.


"Vivienne, what happened tonight was my fault. I shouldn't have hit you.


"But hitting you was wrong, and I apologize for that. You hit Grace and injured her hand, so you need to apologize to her."


I struggled out of his arms and moved to the edge of the bed.


"Didn't you say the celebration was for me? How come Mrs. Prescott turned into Grace?"


"Everyone was convinced she was Mrs. Prescott. How could I explain it to all those people?


"Doesn't the Prescott family care about our reputation?"


Everything Cian has done to me, be it hurt or love;


I should understand that it's all for Grace or his own ego.


Grace has returned to the country, and Cian has finally gotten what he was waiting for. They've reconciled, with only me as an obstacle now. Falling in love with him was my mistake. But for so many years, living in his affection without knowing the truth, it's understandable that breaking away would be a slower process.


For someone who has never been loved by family or the outside world, suddenly finding love after a brush with death feels like a divine blessing.


Whether I live or die, I must leave and never look back.


Chapter 4