Chapter 3

I never realized that the one person I thought would never betray me had already found himself another woman.

In her videos, the girl called him “honey” in a sweet, clingy voice.

She posted clips titled “Little Moments with My Sugar Daddy,” and countless followers kept urging her to upload more.

Hubert would hold her in his arms, filming trendy couple dances together.

Even though his face never appeared, it was obvious he was enjoying every second.

All those business trips he talked about, he took her along each time.

And every night I thought he was working late, he was actually in someone else’s arms.

Once, I told him not to push himself so hard.

He smiled and said, “I just want your parents to respect me. I also want to earn more, so I can give you a wedding everyone envies.”

Five minutes before the “accident,” Hubert sent me a message: “No matter what happens, I’ll always love you.”

Every time I read that text, I cried all over again.

And now, it all felt like a bubble that had burst into nothing.

[The male lead even had his fake-death story all figured out—swept downstream, rescued by some kind family, and conveniently struck with amnesia.]

[The worst part? The female lead actually believed him, married him, and lived a miserable life, trapped in a cycle of forgiveness until she died broken-hearted. Why are authors still writing this kind of toxic old-school drama?!]

[But hey, the story’s taking a twist now. The female lead found out the truth early. Please let her not repeat the same mistake this time!]

I went downstairs.

On the living room couch sat Hubert’s mother, Susan Parker.

When she saw me, her eyes, red and swollen from crying, narrowed sharply.

“If you hadn’t insisted he come back, my son wouldn’t have driven into that river. You’re the reason he’s dead. His blood is on your hands.”

Hubert had been on a business trip out of town.

The day after Hubert’s “accident” was supposed to be the day we tried on our wedding outfits.

He’d lost control of his car that night and plunged into the river.

When I first received the news of his death, I forced myself to stay calm and comfort his mother.

But she shoved me hard and screamed, “You jinx! You’re the reason my son’s dead!”

[The female lead should run while she still can. A house without blessings isn’t worth stepping into.]

[She won’t. A few days ago, the male lead’s mom called her a curse and said she doomed her husband to die, and she actually blamed herself. After being tormented by that old witch, she’ll just end up getting tortured again when the male lead comes back from his fake death.]

Susan and I never got along.

Before the accident, he’d promised me that after our marriage, we wouldn’t live with her.

But lately, out of guilt, I let her take out all her anger on me.

Now, watching her clutching Hubert’s photo, I suddenly found the sight almost comical.

Before I realized it, a laugh slipped out.

Susan exploded instantly. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

She jumped to her feet, about to slap me.

Sean rushed over to hold her back. “Please, ma’am, calm down. Rose is just heartbroken and not thinking clearly. Don’t take it to heart.”

Ryan added, “Rose, just apologize to her, okay?”

I slowly walked over to Susan.

She turned her head away, thinking I was about to comfort her.

“No matter what you say, I’ll never forgive you. You and my son were only engaged, not married. Don’t even think about getting a penny of his inheritance.”

But I only leaned closer.

Whispering in her ear, I said, “Your son got exactly what he deserved. When are you going to join him, you old hag?”

She gasped, clutching her chest, and collapsed onto the couch behind her.

[Hahaha, the old witch finally got what she deserved! Team female lead all the way! Let’s see who dares to mess with her now!]