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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

"Enough!" Jack's mother could no longer contain herself. "Your wife is sick, and your first reaction isn't concern, but suspicion that she's deceiving you. How did I give birth to such a fool!"


My best friend didn't keep them waiting long, immediately initiating a video call to me on her phone.


I quickly applied foundation to whiten my lips, then slightly messed up my hair to make myself appear more sickly and weak.


Jack heard the sound of the call connecting and, without even looking, began to accuse:


"Emma Harrison, you're getting bolder and bolder, actually pulling this sick act..."


He stopped mid-sentence as he looked at the screen, swallowing the rest of his words.


There was no denying it; I truly looked ill on the screen.


I deliberately coughed a few times, then greeted them in a feeble voice.


"Jack, what are you talking about? cough-cough... Mom and Lily, why are you at the apartment?"


"You... you're really sick? Where are you?"


Jack clearly hadn't anticipated this situation, his questions becoming stuttered.


I smiled weakly, "In the hospital. It's nothing serious, just a bad cold. I'll be better in a few days."Jack's mother shot her son a fierce glare. "Emma, you silly girl. Why didn't you tell me you had such a bad cold? I could've come to take care of you."


I exchanged pleasantries with Jack's mother, smiling. "What's going on in the apartment? It looks like a mess in here."


Of course it was. They'd just had passionate sex. How could the room not be in disarray?


I wanted to steer the conversation in that direction, but for some reason, Jack proactively tried to cover it up.


"Get some rest. I'll come see you tomorrow," he said to me, his tone almost gentle.


Clearly, when no one else knew, he had no qualms about mistreating me. But now that everything was out in the open, he had to compromise to save face.


At his core, he was someone who cared deeply about his image. Unable to lower himself to officially date his own niece, he chose me as a smokescreen.


Having already experienced death, I no longer harbored any affection for him.


Just as my best friend took the phone, ready to chat a bit more, Sophia finally couldn't help but interject:


"Emma, how come you're sick? Is it serious?"


She swiftly leaned into the frame to inquire, deliberately exposing the hickeys on her neck.


She was hoping I'd have a hysterical meltdown, fly into a rage, and completely lose control.This way she could make Jack despise me even more, further deteriorating our relationship.


But I just smiled and said, "Sophia's back? That's wonderful. I'm too sick to entertain you, so let your uncle keep you company!"


Then I asked her, "What's with those red marks on your neck? Are you having an allergic reaction?"


Chapter 3