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On the night of my wedding to Pierce, he dragged me to the cemetery to apologize to his pure love, Seraphina.
The girl on the tombstone looked peaceful and gentle, a stark contrast to her frantic escape that day.
I knelt with my palms facing up, allowing the candle wax to drip onto my hands without making a sound.
Pierce stood nearby holding a candle, his face dark and unreadable:
"Does it hurt? Three years ago tonight, Cadence suffered a hundredfold, a thousandfold more pain than this."
"She probably never knew that the one who sent her to her fiery grave was her own beloved little sister!"
In front of me, he confessed to Seraphina's tombstone that our marriage was just a means to keep me by his side.
"Don't worry, Cadence. I'll make sure Archer suffers a fate worse than death!"
I kept my head down, struggling to hold back a smile.
Pierce had no idea that the big fire was a show orchestrated by Seraphina herself.
And I? I had simply made a deal with her to get information about my birth parents.

My Darling Husband Reported Me For Plagiarism

Mr. Forrester crossed his arms, speaking with detached indifference:


"That's right, Cadence was always meant to be your bride. Now it's just a matter of returning what belongs to its rightful owner."


"What about Archer? What have you done with Archer?"


Seraphina caressed Pierce's face, saying with a smile:


"Oh, her? When she heard you were in trouble, she ran faster than a jackrabbit. You needn't worry about her anymore."


"Son-in-law, you just focus on getting better in the hospital. The two of us will take care of your business affairs."


My days at the orphanage have been incredibly happy.


One day, a middle-aged couple visited the orphanage, with an old fellow trailing behind them.


Mr. Stratton whispered to me that this couple was deep in debt.


They believed in "borrowing luck" and had specifically chosen an auspicious day to select a child.


Chapter 7