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I was obsessed with Jack, willing to become his wife and cover up his affair with his childhood sweetheart.
"I'm bringing Sophia back to the apartment tonight. You'd better disappear for a while."
While recovering in the guest bedroom, I witnessed them enter the front door entangled, not even bothering to close the master bedroom door before they started frantically tearing at each other's clothes.
My understanding of love was pure—to love someone meant accepting everything they loved.
I was bewitched by Jack. Since I couldn't win his heart, I was content to be Mrs. Harrison in name only.
However, when that hurricane hit, I watched Jack rush to Sophia's side, holding her tightly as they fled from danger.
Meanwhile, I was crushed beneath fallen billboards, utility poles, and building debris, closing my eyes forever.
I regretted it deeply, realizing that no amount of adoration was worth more than my own life.
Given a second chance, I resolved to sever my obsession with Jack.
This time, though, he would be the one to taste regret.

From Doormat to Diva

Only tough measures work with people like that.


After seeing the video evidence, he didn't argue at all and meekly agreed to the divorce.


I immediately sent Sophia the recording of my conversation with him as well.


And so began their long, vicious online war of words.


Ethan and I sat in the VIP spectator seats, watching the battle unfold almost around the clock.


It turns out Jack had been harboring inappropriate intentions toward Sophia since she was underage.


The scandal grew bigger and bigger, each revelation more explosive than the last.


Jack and Sophia, once the most intimate of lovers, now exposed each other's secrets with attitudes of wishing the other dead.


Jack's mother was so upset by the whole affair that she ended up in the hospital, while Jack's personal reputation suffered irreparable damage from all the scandals.


Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the hurricane from my past life.


Chapter 11