LOGINWhen Jonah noticed the abrasions on my wrists, fury nearly overflowed from his eyes.All the suppressed grievances I had endured erupted. "You idiot, why did it take you so long? I was almost killed!"Jonah gently wiped away my tears and enveloped me securely in his arms. Witnessing me in another man's embrace, Marcello raged. "Morgan, what the hell are you doing? I'm your husband! You're mine!"A mercenary kicked him hard, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.Jonah ordered without batting an eyelid, "Break his hand and send him to prison. Let him rot there."The mercenaries acted decisively, snapping Marcello's wrist with a sickening crack that elicited a harrowing scream. Throughout, I spared him not a single glance.Jonah lifted me and whispered in my ear, "I'll eliminate any obstacles that trouble you."Marcello's downfall was swift and brutal. Jonah left no loose ends.Charges piled up: hiring thugs to torch his son, kidnapping, tax fraud, corporate sabotage, frame-ups...
Yet those recollections now appeared as macabre jests, tainted by Jacob's blood.Unable to endure it longer, my father confronted him and escorted him to the mountain chapel to view Jacob's memorial plaque.Marcello crumpled before it, weeping like a helpless child. He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, crying out, "I'm sorry, Jacob. It was all my fault."He even presented transfer documents for all shares in the Golden Group, intending to compensate me financially, but I rejected them without a second glance.Soon after, unseen influences appeared to activate. One month following Chloe's death sentence, the Golden Group faced severe scrutiny for tax evasion. Accounts were frozen, stock prices plummeted, and the vast corporation teetered on the brink of collapse overnight.Marcello descended into utter ruin. The former pinnacle executive became a despised fugitive, evading creditors and struggling for basic sustenance.One day, after I left the office building, he eme
"I truly regret everything," Marcello persisted. "You're the only one I've ever loved. Can we start over? We'll have another child, and I'll devote my entire life to making amends, compensating for every wrong. I'll give you all that I have."His confession was raw and laden with profound anguish, yet it struck me as utterly ridiculous, stirring no emotion within me.Just then, a childish voice cut through. A little girl with pigtails skipped over and grasped my hand. "Mom, hug me!"I bent down, lifted Doris Porter into my arms tenderly, and smiled—a warm, genuine expression Marcello had not witnessed from me in years.He gaped in astonishment. "Who is she? Whose child is this?""She's mine," I stated evenly. "Marcello, our divorce was finalized long ago. I now have my own family—a devoted husband and an adorable daughter. I'm content, and I want no further involvement with you."He shook his head vehemently, consumed by delusion. "That's not possible! I never signed the divorce
Marcello coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice trembling. "They must have suffered immensely. Jacob was always so afraid of pain."The bodyguards regarded his broken state with evident scorn. "We secured the door with heavy iron chains, allowing smoke to seep through every crevice. The woman screamed relentlessly for help. To provide evidence for Miss Bennett, we captured the entire event on the cellar's security camera."He retrieved his phone and played the video.In the footage, I pounded my fists against the door repeatedly until my knuckles cracked and blood streamed down the metal surface, yet I appeared oblivious to the pain.Jacob huddled tightly in my arms, his breath growing faint and his face turning a sickly purple. He called out weakly to me, his voice fading until it ceased entirely.I felt his body temperature drop in my embrace, his heartbeat slowing to a stop. I clung to him desperately, refusing to let go even as choking smoke filled my lungs and flames ignit
"They're lying, right? Jacob can't be gone. Tell me the truth!" Marcello bellowed, on the verge of breaking down.I offered no response, determined to let him unearth this gruesome reality himself and confront how his own actions had led to our son's death.Driven to madness, he raced to the hospital and stormed into the office of the doctor who had treated Jacob years ago. With bloodshot eyes, he seized the doctor's arm and demanded, "What was the outcome of Jacob's third bone marrow transplant?"Although much time had passed, the doctor retained a vivid memory of him. Fathers that heartless were rare.With unmasked contempt, the doctor retorted, "You have the nerve to inquire about the results? You canceled the surgery and killed his last hope."Marcello's blood ran cold, and he shook his head in denial. "That's impossible. I arranged everything..."The doctor sneered. "Your assistant arrived with your authorized documents and processed the cancellation herself. You had stated
However, just as I prepared to initiate the divorce proceedings, Jacob was diagnosed with acute leukemia.The doctors explained that a bone marrow transplant offered the best chance for recovery. I underwent testing immediately, but I was not a match.In my despair, Marcello's test results came back positive, transforming him into my final lifeline for saving our son.For Jacob's sake, I postponed the divorce. Marcello donated bone marrow twice, and both procedures succeeded, gradually stabilizing Jacob's condition.But then, Chloe announced her pregnancy. She consulted a supposed mystic who proclaimed that her child was a lucky star for the Golden family, destined to bring unending prosperity. The entire household treated the unborn baby like a precious gem.Chloe complained that her current room had poor orientation and coveted our master bedroom. Marcello permitted her to evict me to a storage room.She then insisted that Jacob's well-lit room would be ideal for her child's nu







