Chapter 2

My hypoglycemia started acting up then. I hadn't eaten dinner yet since I had been working overtime. On top of that, my emotions were running high.

My head began to spin, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. "I… I have low blood sugar. Can you give me something to eat?" I pleaded.

The man rose to his feet the moment the words left my lips.

My body stiffened from shock before I hurriedly shrank back against the seat.

He leaned down and moved closer to me. He gripped my chin with callused fingers and forced me to look at him.

My heart raced in my chest at the sudden lack of distance between us that almost felt strangely intimate.

What was the man planning to do? Was he going to strip me of my clothes and take nude photos of me? Or was he going to dismember me?

I clenched my fists. My entire body was shaking violently, and I didn't dare breathe too loudly.

"This better not be one of your schemes," the man hissed before he released my chin.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him get out of the van and walk toward the trunk. For a split second, I considered throwing the door open and making a break for it. But when I remembered how weak I was at that moment, I quickly discarded the idea.

The man unlocked my handcuffs and offered me some bread.

I greedily stuffed the bread into my mouth, assuming that the man had finally calmed down. However, just as I wanted to eat more to build up my strength, the man snatched the bread out of my hands.

He grabbed my hair in the next second and glared at me. "I treated you so well and granted your every wish. Why did you toy with my feelings and swindled me out of my money?"

Pain shot through my scalp. I began to insincerely plead with the man again, making sure to make my voice sound as choked up as possible.

"I'm sorry! I only made those mistakes because I was immature and stupid. I'll never do it again. I swear!"

The man finally calmed down and sank into the seat across from me.

I relaxed a little, but sweat continued to pour down my back.

"He kept talking about taking revenge, but his plans completely fell apart when he came face-to-face with her. He's totally a hopeless romantic."

"She knows what she's doing. She managed to talk him into calming down. I bet he cherished her like a priceless treasure before she brought up wanting a divorce. This is true love!"

The comments continued to fan the flames of the situation.

However, I only felt wronged for suddenly getting caught up in this mess, especially since I didn't even know who the man was.

"You keep saying that you love me, but do you actually understand me? Why don't you take a closer look?"

The man looked up at me, his eyes flashing stubbornly and coldly.

"Alicia Sinclair, the only daughter of the Sinclair family. I saw you for the first time in an alley when I was ten years old. I've never forgotten about you ever since. Your waist and hip measurements are 24 inches and 35 inches, respectively. Your star sign is Cancer, and you love eating sweet and sour ribs.

"You hate cilantro, and you're scared of the dark and spiders. You always drink hot chocolate when you're on your period, and you like to prop your foot against the wall when you're sleeping."

I was completely dumbfounded by the man's detailed descriptions.

"This guy must be crazy about her! He watched over her for 15 years!"

"He knows every little thing about her. Let's see how this gold-digger is going to talk her way out of this situation now!"

My head spun as the comments continued to zoom past.

"I don't even remember some of the things you mentioned…"

Had I been transmigrated into another world? Or did another woman with the same name as me get involved with the man?

But why did this other woman drag my name through the mud? Her actions even caused me to be labeled as a gold-digger.