Chapter 2

"I just met you today, but you dare to take my position as Morgan's wife. Is it true that you're the woman my husband loves? Or are you just a cheap harlot who seduced my husband?!" Alice yelled in fury.

"Watch your mouth!" Fiona snapped, her eyes radiating a piercing arrogance. "I am not a harlot! It's obvious your husband loves me. I'm the only woman in Morgan's heart!"

Fiona then pushed Alice hard, causing her to fall to the floor. She then knocked on the bedroom door in a spoiled voice.

"Morgan, it's me, Fiona. Can I come in?"

A moment later, the door opened. Morgan opened it, saw Alice still lying on the floor, and without a care, he took Fiona's hand and brought her into the room.

"Come in! From now on, you'll sleep with me," Morgan said, as if Alice never existed.

Alice, who was still there, could only smile bitterly, her heart utterly crushed. She was truly unwanted by her husband.

The two of them went into the room, and Morgan locked the door. Alice had to go to another room. However, her steps stopped. She heard Morgan and Fiona's conversation. A painful curiosity drove her to eavesdrop from outside the room.

"Why are you alive again? Weren't you declared dead five years ago?" Morgan asked.

"After donating my heart to that woman and going abroad for a new one. Luckily, I was given a chance at life, even though I was declared dead after the accident back then."

Fiona cried in Morgan's embrace, her tears soaking his shirt.

"But are you sure? Will you divorce her?" Fiona asked hesitantly. "Alice has been with you for four years."

"Of course I'll divorce her, now that you're back. She was just a substitute wife who took your place. I married her for a reason. Because—"

Before Morgan could finish his sentence, Fiona kissed him. Outside the door, Alice was shocked to hear all of this. She had just realised that all this time, she had only been considered a substitute wife.

"So I… all this time… I was just a substitute wife for you, Morgan?" Alice couldn't bear to listen to the bitter truth any longer. She immediately left the place.

Alice went downstairs and accidentally ran into the housekeeper, a woman who had served Morgan's family for a long time. The gnawing unease in Alice's heart drove her to seek answers. She approached the housekeeper with a face full of questions, trying to find an explanation for the name Morgan kept muttering in his sleep—Fiona.

From the housekeeper's account, Alice finally learned that Fiona was Morgan's former fiancée. Five years ago, the woman was reported to have died in a car accident and was declared dead. The news had long been buried, neatly tucked away behind Morgan's life, who was now married.

However, the reality Alice faced was far from what she had expected. Fiona was still alive. The woman had come to their house, leaving a big question that shook Alice's mind. Perhaps Fiona had indeed survived the accident, and the relationship between her and Morgan was just on paper, and her husband could discard her at any time.

Then, Alice entered Morgan's private room. There, a large photo was displayed on the wall—a picture of Morgan with a beautiful woman wearing a wedding dress.

By chance, Alice found photos of Morgan with a woman she didn't know, neatly arranged on a small table. The face was familiar—Fiona, the name Morgan often mentioned in his sleep. It was there that Alice realised the painful truth: Fiona was not just a past, but her husband's first love.

The private room she was never allowed to enter was not a place for storing Morgan's parents' belongings as she had been told. Inside, all of Morgan and Fiona's memories were preserved—photos full of love that were so hurtful to Alice's heart. As if time had never erased the love in Morgan's heart for Fiona.

A feeling of devastation slowly enveloped Alice. She felt like she was just a replacement, a shadow of an unfinished love. That night, she caught Morgan with another woman. Her heart was shattered.

Unable to bear the pain, Alice left their room and hid in another one. It was there she cried in silence.

Morning had arrived, and the morning sun streamed into Alice's room. She was shocked when someone woke her up.

"Alice… Alice… wake up! Make breakfast for Morgan."

It was Fiona who had woken her up.

"You're telling me what to do?" Alice opened her eyes, smiling sarcastically. "Why don't you make breakfast for Morgan? Aren't you the woman he loves?"

"It's not that I don't want to, but Morgan told you to make breakfast."

Fiona pulled Alice's hand to get her up quickly.

"Let go of my hand! Don't touch me! I won't be touched by a husband-stealing woman like you!" Alice pushed Fiona until she fell.

"Ouch… that hurts… don't hurt me, Alice. I promise I'll leave this house soon. I'm just a stranger to you two; I won't take Morgan away from you."

Hearing Fiona's cry, Morgan entered Alice's room. He saw Alice pushing Fiona.

"You shameless woman! Hurry up and make breakfast for me! Why did you push Fiona? Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?!" Morgan was so angry, his voice thundering.

"Sorry, I forgot! Who told her to be so brave as to enter my room and wake me up," Alice replied haughtily.

"Fine! I'll say it again, I don't love you. We can't be together in the future, get a grip!"

"Then why did you marry me?" Alice asked, smiling bitterly, her heart filled with devastation.

"Because—"