In a room where cleaning supplies like brooms and others were kept, Claire cowered in the corner and hid, shaking.
"I really want to kill you." "It's better that you die here." "I told you not to get pregnant! This child doesn't deserve to be born." The truly painful and cruel words spoken by Jason came back to her mind and made Claire cry with a broken heart as she lowered her face to her knees. From the beginning of their marriage, she did everything to please Jason because she loved him, but all she got from Jason was humiliation, coldness, and disgust. Even after they were married, Chloe, Jason's ex-girlfriend, continued to lie and provoke him, and Jason still chose to believe Chloe. He never believed Claire. It hurts, but Claire holds on, hoping that one day Jason will love her. In recent years, after surviving death in a prison fire, Claire believes that Laura was still unpopular and attracted little media attention. So it was impossible for her to meet Jason if she followed Laura when they were in different countries. But she never realized that the movie Laura was going to star in was sponsored by the DA group and Mandy was one of Laura's co-stars. So now there was no way for Claire to continue this work. In the warehouse, there was only a phone light that kept flashing. It was the eleventh call Laura had made since Claire had left the hotel. Claire slowly picked up her cell phone and answered it. But strangely, there was no voice on the other end. Claire was annoyed and immediately said she wanted to quit, "Laura, I'm sorry, there's a problem. I want to stop working today." She spoke carefully and added at the end, "You don't have to give me this month's salary. There was still no response, just a deep breath that seemed heavy and held, also somehow familiar. Claire was confused and said, "Laura?" "Claire Bradford!" Claire jumped up and suddenly threw her cell phone down. She stared at the phone on the floor in fear, as if it were a monster. It was Jason's voice. How could it be? Why was Jason calling her on Laura's cell phone? Did he already know that she was Laura's assistant? If that was the case, he would have come here immediately and sent her back to prison. "No, I can't possibly go back to such a horrible place and be tortured like an animal again." Claire muttered to herself, shaking her head vigorously. Thinking of the torture she had suffered and the smoke she had inhaled, she trembled with fear. Jason must not find her. * * * Meanwhile, still in the hotel lobby, the supporting cast wanted to meet Jason from the DA's group, but no one dared to step forward when they saw his serious expression. Laura spoke carefully, "Mr. Bradford, my assistant is a bit clumsy, if she offended you, I hope you can forgive her. No matter how good an assistant she was, she did not want her future ruined by Claire. She didn't even know how her assistant upset Mr. Bradford. It was enough to upset her. Seeing Mr. Bradford getting more and more serious, Laura was very nervous and added, "Actually, even though she's my assistant, I don't have a relationship with her. A friend of mine just asked me to hire her." "Where did she come from? " Jason looked at her with a sour look that scared her. "I don't know her background. Her name is Chloe. But even though her face is very beautiful, believe me, she has terrible scars on her body. Her body is really horrible." Laura carefully revealed Claire's flaws, just in case Mr. Bradford took a liking to her. Jason raised his eyebrows. Mandy looked at him and said, "Jason, you may be wrong, Claire isn't very pretty, is she? She may look a lot like this woman, but her nose and eye shape are slightly different, she's definitely not Claire." "Sir, we found something." Just then Paul walked in with a document on his iPad. Jason took the iPad and looked at her picture first. This Chloe was a very, very beautiful woman. Her nose was perfectly pointed, her cheeks were tapered, and her skin was very smooth. She was very similar to Claire, although her nose and eye shape were slightly different. Claire's eyes used to be dull and she had puffy eyes under her eyes. Not bright at all like Chloe. Is this a mistake? The voice on the phone sounded hoarse, not at all like Claire's friendly voice. But if she wasn't Claire, why did she run away as soon as she saw him, and... why did she look so familiar? "Paul!" Jason called to his assistant without taking his eyes off the iPad. "Yes, sir." "Find her and arrest her now. Quickly!" Mandy felt really uncomfortable because Jason seemed to have lost his soul. "Jason, why are you doing this, Claire is dead." "Shut up!" Jason cut her off mercilessly, "I never believed that charred woman was her!" Mandy took two steps back in shock. They said that Jason hated Claire, but Mandy knew very well that Claire was the most special person to him. He had always been cold to Claire, but he cared about her. He always said cruel things to Claire, but he often looked remorseful. As soon as Jason left, the hall became noisy. Laura was tapped on the shoulder by someone who said, "Laura, it looks like you're going to be popular, your assistant is Claire." "Who's Claire? Who is she?" Laura asked confused. "You don't even know Claire? She is Mr. Bradford's ex-wife who was supposed to have died 5 years ago. But they probably made a mistake and thought your assistant was her." Laura replied with a half-hearted laugh, "That's right, they're probably wrong, it's ridiculous. At that moment, Jason and Paul entered the surveillance room and checked to see where this woman named Chloe was. He remained very confident that it was Claire. If it wasn't her, she wouldn't have run off like that. "Sir, it looks like we're too late," Paul said when he saw Claire walk into the CCTV blind spot. "Keep looking for her, if she's really Claire, she's not getting away from me." Paul saw Jason's strange smile and didn't understand his boss's feelings for Claire at all. If he didn't love her at all, why would he stay in front of her grave for three days without eating or drinking? And if he loved her, why did he seem to hate her so much? By this time, Claire had already managed to leave the hotel through the back door. Because almost all exits were already guarded by Jason's men, but at this back door there was no one, so she rushed to run to the gate, but suddenly she was stopped by a man.Alice gave a slow nod. “It was Mandy. She was never some innocent girl to begin with. I always knew she was obsessive and manipulative. She said if I didn’t leave, she’d hurt me and my sister. You know me, Jason. My sister’s the only family I have left, and I couldn’t risk anything happening to her.” She turned her eyes to the window, her voice barely holding together. “I was scared. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn’t. Every time I tried to reach out, my mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. And I… I was too much of a coward to take that risk.” Jason lowered his head, fists clenched on the table. Anger, sadness, and relief all collided in a way that left him completely overwhelmed. “There wasn’t any room left for me in your heart anyway,” Alice said softly. “I told Claire everything. That the woman you truly loved all along was her. That you were only with me because you thought she had moved on with Leon. And after you two got married, I knew you were happy… just b
That night, Claire’s apartment felt quieter than usual. Jason and Claire had just gotten back, weighed down by more than just exhaustion. They dropped their bags with heavy steps, like they were carrying a burden far heavier than anyone could see.Suddenly, Kimberly and Calvin stood up, eyes shimmering as they looked straight at Claire.“Mom,” Kimberly said, her voice soft but steady.Claire froze. Her heart stopped. Jason looked between them, confused and overwhelmed.“Kids, we need to tell you something,” Jason said, his voice trembling, though he had no idea where to begin.Calvin stepped beside Kimberly, eyes filled with tears. “We already know. Aunt Claire… you’re our mom. We’ve known for a while.”Claire and Jason looked at each other, stunned. “You knew?”“Yeah. Calvin suspected it early on. He forced Arthur to tell us. Arthur didn’t want to, but eventually he gave in—only after we promised to pretend we didn’t know until Dad told us himself.”Claire broke down in tears. These
Jason looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to swallow the storm inside him. Then he raised his head again and looked straight at Leon. His eyes were sharp, filled with anger and questions—but also, unavoidably, a flicker of gratitude.“I got Claire out by disguising her as a corpse,” Leon said. “She had already lost consciousness, and eventually…” He glanced at Claire before continuing, “the doctors said they needed to perform an emergency C-section to save her baby. I signed the consent form, and I handed the twins over to Jason.”“So the body that burned in the fire and was claimed to be Claire Bradford’s… was someone else?” the judge asked.Leon nodded slowly. His voice shook a little as he said, “Yeah. Claire was presumed dead in that fire, and the body was swapped with another victim. After that, I took her out of the country—and disappeared.”“Did you also bribe the autopsy team to say that the body was Claire Bradford’s?” the prosecutor cut in.“No,” Leon said
The courtroom was packed. A low murmur filled the space between the rows of wooden benches, echoing off the high ceilings of the grand Manhattan courthouse. Media cameras sat in the corners, red lights blinking as they captured every second of what had become the trial of the year: the final court session for General Victor Langston and Mandy.Jason sat at the plaintiff’s table, dressed in a sharp black suit, though his face still carried the fading signs of bruises—one at his left temple, another hidden beneath his collar. His right hand looked a little stiff as he adjusted a folder on the table. His shoulder wasn’t fully healed yet. But his eyes were focused, full of determination.Claire had just entered through the side door when she froze. Her eyes widened as they landed on Jason. She had no idea someone had tried to kill her ex-husband the night before.Jason gave her a small nod, almost like he was saying, “I’m still here. Stay focused.”The prosecutor stood up. “Your Honor, we
Mandy scoffed. “You really think the world runs on good intentions? Look around, Jason. Laws can be bought. Witnesses can ‘disappear.’ Even cops can be paid off. And you... you honestly believe this ends just because you have ‘evidence’ and ‘truth’ on your side?”Jason didn’t answer.“I’m not going to rot behind bars. You know that. The system can’t touch people like me... or General Langston.”“Then,” Jason finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I’ll touch you both in my own way.”Mandy narrowed her eyes. “You’ll get crushed.”“I already was,” Jason shot back. “But that wreckage taught me what to rebuild... and what to burn to the ground.”The silence between them stretched thin.Then Jason stood up. He looked at Mandy one last time—no anger this time, just certainty.“You can’t change the past. But you don’t get to use it as an excuse to run from the future you created.”He turned to leave.Right before the door shut, Mandy said softly but clearly, “You’ll regret not s
Morning had just started to creep in through the tall windows of Mandy’s fancy townhouse in Upper East Side, New York.The sky outside was gray and heavy, but inside, everything looked picture-perfect—fresh lilies in a vase on the dining table, polished marble counters, and the soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air.Mandy sat gracefully at the breakfast table, dressed in a light gray silk robe, holding a cup of black coffee in her left hand while her right flipped through a stack of confidential files she hadn’t managed to destroy yet.Her eyes were sharp, calm—like someone still in full control.Until that knock came.Three times. Quiet, but firm. Not the kind of knock you'd get from a delivery guy. And definitely not from a friend just dropping by.Mandy slowly turned her head toward the front door, eyes narrowing. Something felt... off.“Nora,” she called.A middle-aged woman—her housekeeper who’d been with her for years—stepped out from the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”“See who it is