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Because of a terminal cancer report, my boyfriend of five years proposed to the fake heiress.
My whole family stood on her side, scolding me for being inconsiderate.
"Scarlett's biggest dream is to have a perfect wedding. Can't you be more understanding?"
Later, I was hit by a speeding car. As I lay in a pool of blood, I begged him to save me.
But he remained unmoved, "Next time, look carefully when crossing the street."
I decided to leave with a heavy heart, but he found me.
With tear-filled eyes and a voice full of regret, he said, "Melody, I'm sorry. I didn't know that report was yours. Can you forgive me?"

Love Turns to Hate In an Instant

Scarlett may not have feelings for me, but what about him? Why is he treating me this way?


Seeing me cry, his eyes flashed with obvious impatience.


"Melody, I've always thought you were sensible. It's just a proposal, do you really need to make such a fuss?"


I raised my eyes, looking at him with a gaze full of shock.


What he casually referred to as a small matter had plunged my heart into an abyss of pain.


Seeing me like this, he let out another exasperated sigh.


He lowered his head, attempting to kiss my lips.


I suddenly turned my head, avoiding his kiss.


Angered by my action, he roughly pushed me away.


Looking at his unfamiliar demeanor, I realized I had given my heart to the wrong person.


He looked at me in disbelief, then his lips curled into a sneer.


"Melody, do you think anyone else would want you if you leave me?"


His words were like a knife, stabbing into my heart.


From birth, I had no parents. At fifteen, I met Mr. Harrington and had been by his side ever since.


It wasn't until recently that I learned I actually had parents.But when I returned to the Gevano family, I discovered they had already adopted a daughter.


Even though I had come back, I could never match her status in Scarlett's heart.


I lowered my gaze, my face contorting with pain.


I practically spat out a single word through gritted teeth.


Mr. Harrington, thoroughly enraged by me, slammed the door shut as he left.


I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength.


To survive a little longer, I took on a part-time job at a restaurant.


As fate would have it, the world proved to be incredibly small, and Scarlett came in with a dozen or so friends for a dinner gathering.


The moment she saw me, she immediately called me over.


She didn't reveal my identity, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.


"Scarlett, why are you calling her over? She looks clumsy and incompetent."


"Look at how poor and pathetic she appears. If we call her over to do more work, we can give her a little tip later. Consider it charity!"


With that remark, the private room erupted in laughter.


The blatant scrutiny from everyone made me feel incredibly uncomfortable."Goddess Scarlett, you're so kind! Come on, come over here and peel these shrimp for me. I'll give you a hundred bucks."


A plate of shrimp was pushed in front of me. In the process, the guy's hand wandered, grabbing mine for a moment.


I swallowed my discomfort, thinking it was just peeling some shrimp, no big deal.


As I was about to start peeling with gloves on, Scarlett stopped me.


"No need for gloves, right? It's just a few shrimp."


The crowd, sensing Scarlett's mocking tone, chimed in agreement.


My face burned red with embarrassment, my hands clutching my clothes tightly.


"If you don't peel them, we'll file a complaint!"


The restaurant I worked at was great in every way, except that a customer complaint would cost me a month's salary.


To avoid wasting all my previous efforts, I grudgingly started peeling the shrimp.


The shells were large and hard. Before long, a cut opened on my hand.


Taking advantage of the crowd's distraction, I tried to leave to treat my wound.


"The shrimp aren't finished. Where do you think you're going?"


Chapter 2