Chapter 1

The neighbor's young uncle got drunk and mistook me for his pure love, passionately making love to me all night.

Upon sobering up, he coldly kicked me out of bed,

"Celestine, considering last night was your first time, I'll give you a wedding."

"As for anything else, don't even dream about it."

The man got up to leave, but I grabbed the hem of his shirt.

In my past life, I got my wish and married him, devotedly being a good wife for five years, praised by everyone.

Yet because my parents glanced sideways at his pure love, he schemed to make them fall into debt and jump off a building.

I refused his pure love to attend my parents' funeral.

In return, he abandoned me by the roadside, where I was crushed by a truck, torn to pieces, one corpse and three lives lost.

After rebirth, I coldly told him:

"Mr. Smith, you're mistaken. Nothing happened last night."

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1

In the presidential suite.

Just as I finished speaking, the towel was yanked off my body.

The expanse of hickeys enticed Garrison's eyes to darken:

"Huh, playing the virtuous maiden act?"

Last night when Garrison pinned me down, I shouted my own name loudly.

I thought it would awaken the man's reason, to avoid repeating the mistakes of my past life.

But he pulled out his belt, forcibly gagging my mouth...

After a moment's downcast gaze, I could only console the man:

"I know you mistook me for Sarah, it's okay, I won't mention this to anyone."

With that, I picked up my clothes from the floor and walked towards the bathroom.

But Garrison grabbed my wrist, with a mocking smile:

"You drugged me and now you're playing the victim."

Before I could explain, the man suddenly threw me onto the bed, his gaze ice-cold:

"Seems like last night's lesson wasn't thorough enough for you."

Clutching the sheets tightly, just as I was pondering how to escape, the man's phone rang.

It was a video call from Sarah overseas.

To prevent Sarah from noticing anything unusual, ç shoved me, completely naked, out of the room.

With a loud slam, he shut the door.

In my past life, when he did this to me, I panicked and knelt on the ground, begging him to open the door.

It resulted in other guests pointing and whispering, sneering and gossiping.

This time, I approached the cleaning lady with a pale face, asking her to get me a bathrobe.

Two hours later, Garrison opened the door.

He was holding my dress in his hand, tossing it at my feet with a look of disgust.

I didn't pick it up, instead brushing past him to return to the room.

John's cold eyes were full of contempt and amusement:

"Celestine, are you so addicted to the taste that you can't bear to leave?"

I didn't respond, quietly searching for my personal belongings.

During this time, Sarah sent a flirty voice message.

[My tummy's so hungry, I'm really craving your chicken noodle soup]

The man tenderly replied to her:

[I'll make it right now. I'll have my secretary bring it on the plane, so you can have it when you wake up from your nap]

Ten years of secret love, five years of marriage.

Even when I was pregnant or sick, John had never cooked a meal or made a bowl of soup for me.

Yet on the very day he met Sarah, he willingly stepped into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves to wash rice and prepare a meal for her.

When I found my phone, I had just received a text from my mother:

[Sweetie, can you come home for dinner tonight? Your dad bought your favorite custard tart.]

My nose stung with emotion, and I didn't even bother to put on shoes as I walked barefoot towards the door. John frowned, blocking my path and forcefully draping his suit jacket over my shoulders:

"Cover up those marks on your body. Don't embarrass me out there."

I had no time for his sarcasm, my heart set on getting home as I rode the elevator.

Reaching the hotel lobby, I discarded the man's jacket before returning to my parents' house.

Our family of three reunited late into the night when my father suddenly announced he had a surprise for me.

A cool sensation touched my palm - it was a brand new key.

My chubby father grinned, seeking approval:

"Sweetheart, weren't you always nagging Dad to buy you that mansion near Garrison's Company?

Dad's recent project finally paid off.

As soon as the funds came in, I immediately put a down payment on this house for you... Celestine, why do you look so unhappy?"

I turned away silently, wiping my eyes several times before daring to meet my parents' concerned gazes:

"Mom, Dad, thank you. I'm truly happy to have my own place.

But I need to tell you something - I don't have feelings for Garrison anymore."

Hearing this, my parents' eyes widened in shock.