Chapter 3

Violet felt a chill run down her spine. Lucius took away the blanket, which was the only thing she had.

She yelped. She still had her clothes on, but they were torn. Her pants even had a huge tear that revealed her legs.

“Don’t touch me!”

He ignored her as he slid his sharp fingernails down her back. It hurt!

Soon, he reached her private parts.

“No!” She closed her eyes in fear.

If he were to do it, was she even able to defend herself?

He suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. Instead, he stood up and tossed the sheet back to her as if it were a rag cloth. He brushed his hands off in disgust. “Agatha, get over yourself. I’ve long lost interest in women like you.”

Agatha again? Why did he keep calling her Agatha? Was she her doppelganger?

“I’m not Agatha!” She stated again, “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“Do you think I won’t recognize you just because you changed your looks?”

She was about to stand up when he grabbed her arm. His grip was so strong that it felt like he might crush her bones. He smirked as he revealed a cold yet fierce expression, as if Violet was his enemy.

She was even more confused now. However, she gulped, and it took her some time to find her voice again.

“Changed... my looks? What do you mean?”

He raised his hand.

Someone immediately came in and handed him a document. He threw it onto her. The impact caused her skin to sting. She could not catch it, so it slid down her body to the floor.

He finally let go of her. Her arm was in great pain.

In confusion, Violet picked up the document. It was a cosmetic surgery record of Agatha River.

“You changed your looks just to avoid me. Agatha, you certainly are determined. I wonder what your lover thinks of your fake face when he sees it every day. Doesn’t he find it repulsive?”

His words were cold and harsh. He consistently mistook her for Agatha. Through his words, Violet began to piece together the situation. Not only had his lover undergone cosmetic surgery, but she had also cheated on him.

It was not surprising. Who could tolerate such a bad-tempered man?

“I really am not Agatha, and I did not have any cosmetic surgery. I’ve looked like this my whole life. If you don’t believe me, I can show you my ID. Give me my luggage.”

She always brought her ID card with her whenever she went out.

Lucius ordered someone to bring the luggage. It was unusual for him to listen to her.

One minute later…

“What?!”

Violet was dumbfounded as she found someone else’s ID card in her purse.

“Agatha... River.” She read it out. She was frustrated. “There must’ve been a mistake.”

“How could anyone possibly put the wrong picture on an ID card?” Lucius sarcastically asked. Violet looked at the ID again. The photo was indeed hers!

What was going on?

Did she lose her memory? Did she really change her face and forget about it?

But she remembered her childhood and how she grew up clearly! There were no gaps or missing pieces in her memory. So, why did this ID have her photo? Apart from that, none of the other details were hers!

Still, she refused to just accept this. She rummaged through her luggage and pulled out a phone. It was not hers, and the contact numbers were unfamiliar to her!

How could this happen?!

“I’m really not...” But all her arguments were in vain when all the evidence was against her.

Lucius sneered. “Agatha, you should really consider acting. You could definitely win an award!”

Violet looked up. She was bewildered and helpless. Lucius’s gaze was filled with rage.

He must hate Agatha very much.

“Close your eyes!” he shouted.

Violet was once again left utterly baffled, but she still closed her eyes in fear.

The sound of the loud door slamming shut shook the whole house. Violet opened her eyes after waiting for a long time. The room was quiet, and Lucius was long gone.

He was gone!

By right, she should have felt a sense of relief, but at this moment, she felt a heavy lump in her throat. She could hardly breathe.

What exactly happened? How did her photo end up on someone else’s ID? How did someone else’s phone end up in her bag?