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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

"Say something, is it you want me to take you on a date, or you want me to buy you gifts? Let's be clear, anything else is fine, but I absolutely won't have any physical contact with you."


I looked at his smug, self-assured face and felt my stomach churn.


How could he think I was threatening him to get his love?


What was his love worth? A few measly pennies?


I wouldn't touch it even if he gave it to me for free. It's too filthy.


I couldn't help but reflect on myself, wondering how pathetically low I must have been before for him to feel so ridiculously good about himself.


Of course, I also understood that it was impossible for him to agree to a divorce so easily.


"I don't need you to accompany me, but I want your assets as compensation."


With that, I took out the gift agreement I had prepared in advance for him to sign.


Of course, hidden within it was a meticulously drafted divorce agreement.


Chapter 6