Chapter 2

He sheepishly said to me, "Melody, this was an accident, I can..."

I coldly interrupted him, "I don't care, you don't need to explain."

I'm not sure which word set him off, but he furiously kicked the fake item on the floor, sending it flying, and turned to glare at me angrily.

It was only then that he noticed I was sitting in a wheelchair.

In the past, if I so much as coughed lightly a few times, he would rush to make me chicken noodle soup to soothe my throat.

Now, he stood at a distance, mocking me cruelly for losing both my legs, "You really go all out with your act, even got yourself a wheelchair! Melody, do you think acting more pitiful will make me forgive you for secretly aborting my child?"

With that, he turned and went into the study.

Scarlett glanced at me and came closer, suddenly lifting the blanket covering my legs. Grabbing the empty pant legs, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You actually went through with the amputation!"

Scarlett held up my cover, looking down at me triumphantly.

I sat in the wheelchair, my expression blank.

That overwhelming jealousy had long since been worn away through ninety-nine instances of catching him cheating.

Along with it, the current me couldn't muster even a hint of anger.Scarlett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but she crouched down again to tuck the blanket around me.

A soft footstep sounded from behind, and she suddenly collapsed to the ground, her voice tinged with tears, "Sister, I was just trying to fix your clothes."

Alaric leaned against the dining table, watching the scene of apparent jealousy unfold with casual interest.

He was waiting for my retaliation, to prove how much I cared about him.

Suddenly, Scarlett clutched her stomach and broke into a cold sweat. "Alaric, my stomach hurts."

"I'm not pregnant with our sweetheart, am I? Could that fall just now have affected the baby?"

Alaric immediately straightened up, shooting me a hateful glance before calling the family doctor.

As he carried Scarlett to the bedroom, he snarled at me, "You'd better pray the baby's okay, or I'll make your lie come true."

Those eyes of his glared at my legs, radiating icy fury.

I smiled bitterly, remembering a time when he had cherished me just as much.

Besides, given their night together yesterday, there was no way she could be pregnant today.

Such a clumsy lie, yet he believed it.

I continued pushing my wheelchair, heading to the guest room to pack my belongings.Sifting through the items, I toss out anything related to Alaric.

I hesitate when I come across an old brooch.

We bought it in Lake Como.

Back then, he hadn't taken over the Harrington family yet, and all his pocket money could only afford this emerald brooch.

He had promised, puffing out his chest, "In the future, I'll bring you any style Melody likes."

Yet in just three years, he started palming me off with cheap knockoffs.

Lost in thought, Alaric suddenly barges in, roughly dragging me to the living room.

The old brooch falls into a corner, forgotten.

Scarlett sits on the sofa, surrounded by servants with looks of anticipation.

Only Aunt Marjorie's eyes are full of sympathy.

Meanwhile, I sit in a wheelchair, isolated and pallid.

No matter how you look at it, Scarlett seems more like the Mrs. Harrington of this wealthy family.

Alaric grins smugly, "Genevieve is two months pregnant."

He looks at me with obvious disgust, "So, you should apologize for pushing Genevieve just now."Park Avenue was bustling with the usual morning rush. Taxis honked, pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks, and the aroma of fresh coffee wafted from nearby cafes. Amidst this typical New York scene, Olivia stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the headline of the newspaper in her trembling hands.

"Tech Mogul Jack Wilson Announces Engagement to Socialite"

Her heart sank as she read the words over and over, willing them to change. But they remained stubbornly unchanged, mocking her with their finality. Jack, her Jack, was engaged to someone else.

Olivia felt as if the ground beneath her feet had suddenly disappeared. She stumbled backwards, barely catching herself against a nearby building. The world around her continued its frantic pace, oblivious to her inner turmoil.

How could this be happening? Just last week, they had shared a romantic dinner, laughing and planning their future together. Jack had looked into her eyes and promised her forever. Now, it seemed that 'forever' had an expiration date, and she hadn't been informed.

With shaking hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed Jack's number. It went straight to voicemail. Of course it did. He was probably too busy celebrating with his new fiancée to bother with her calls.

Olivia took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She couldn't break down here, not in the middle of the sidewalk where everyone could see. She had to maintain her composure, at least until she could find a private place to fall apart.

As she started walking, her mind raced with questions. Who was this socialite? How long had Jack been seeing her? Was their entire relationship just a lie?

She needed answers, and she knew just where to get them. With renewed determination, Olivia hailed a cab. "Take me to Wilson Tech headquarters," she instructed the driver, her voice surprisingly steady.

If Jack thought he could just discard her without an explanation, he had another thing coming. Olivia was going to confront him, and she wouldn't leave until she got the truth. Even if it broke her heart all over again.