ログインGina followed me in and handed me a cup of warm water. She looked at me with concern."Are you… okay?"I took the cup, sipped, and shook my head."I'm fine. Calmer than I expected."Yes—calm.I once thought that facing them again would break my heart, that a storm of emotions would rise all at once. But when the moment truly arrived, I realized my heart had long since become a dead sea, unruffled by any waves.They could no longer stir anything in me.I thought that was the end of it.I was wrong.A few days later, another uninvited guest arrived—my mother.She looked even more wretched than Jason. More than half her hair had turned white, deep wrinkles carved into her face, as if she had aged ten years overnight.Led in by Gina, she stepped into my office. The moment she saw me, tears spilled down her face.She moved to embrace me, but I sidestepped. Her outstretched hand froze awkwardly in midair. After a pause, she spoke, her voice trembling, "Wendy… my daughter… I was w
The next day, Jason showed up at my studio with Charles in tow.I was in the middle of a client meeting when my assistant burst in, flustered."Wendy, there's a Jason Hubert outside with a boy. He insists on seeing you…"All eyes in the conference room turned toward me.I smiled at the client, unshaken."Excuse me for a moment."Stepping into the lobby, I immediately saw Jason and Charles standing there.A year had changed them both. Jason had grown thinner, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and weariness, the confident spark of his youth gone.Charles had shot up in height, and he hid timidly behind Jason, his eyes red and glistening.The moment he saw me, Jason's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward, his voice trembling."Wendy… I… I finally found you."I stayed still, watching him coolly."Mr. Hubert, do you have business here? If not, please don't disturb my work.""Wendy, don't be like this…" His face twisted in pain. "I know I was wrong. I really do. Every day this past
The following days, I had my lawyer file formal divorce proceedings against Jason, submitting all evidence of his infidelity during our marriage.At the same time, I petitioned the court to divide all marital assets under our names.Jason received the court summons and panicked.He had to contend with a corporate crisis, public scrutiny, and now a divorce lawsuit—simultaneously.He tried to contact me, only to discover that every line of communication had been blocked.All he could do was go through his lawyer, sending messages expressing a desire to reconcile.His attorney claimed Jason was willing to forfeit all his assets if I would withdraw the lawsuit and publicly acknowledge that everything had been a misunderstanding.I instructed my lawyer to reply: [Fine. But he must kneel in the city's largest plaza and apologize to me for three full days and nights. Then, maybe I'll consider it.]Jason nearly smashed his office in a fit of rage.Meanwhile, the Wheeler family descend
Lindsay's birthday party ended in utter disgrace, a scandal that would be remembered for a long time.By the next day, news of the Hubert and Wheeler families—and the "mistress" Lindsay's rise—had spread across the city, becoming the talk of every lunch and dinner table.Jason's company's stock plummeted overnight, and numerous partners rushed to terminate their contracts.The Wheeler family's businesses also suffered a massive blow.Meanwhile, I sat in the bright office of my overseas studio, sipping coffee leisurely, watching the live videos Gina had sent me.The banquet hall was a mess, chairs overturned, tables littered, guests long gone.Lindsay and Jason were in the middle of a furious argument."Jason! Why didn't you tell me Wendy never lost her memory? Didn't you say you had everything under control?" Lindsay screamed hysterically."How could I have known she wasn't amnesiac?!" Jason snapped, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. "What use is it to say that now?! My r
Lindsay's birthday arrived.My mother threw her a lavish party at the city's most luxurious hotel banquet hall.Jason spared no expense, inviting nearly every notable socialite in town.Lindsay wore a custom-made gown that shimmered like the night sky, her arm looped through Jason's, accepting the crowd's admiration with a radiant smile.My mother stood beside them, her face glowing with pride.The three of them—laughing, celebrating, basking in each other's happiness—were the envy of everyone present.I had boarded a flight abroad three days ago. I had timed it perfectly.At the climax of the birthday celebration, when the host invited Jason to the stage to give his heartfelt birthday wishes to Lindsay, it was time for my gift to be delivered.I sent a message to Gina's friend back home: [Now.]On stage, Jason held the microphone, gazing at Lindsay with all the warmth he could muster."Lindsay, from the day you were born, you've always been like a light, warming everyone aro
Lindsay's pained groan instantly drew Jason's attention.He turned to me, his voice cold and sharp. "Are you satisfied now?"Then the whole family sprang into frantic motion, carrying Lindsay and rushing her to the hospital.Before leaving, my mother didn't forget to turn back and scream at me, "You bring disaster wherever you go!"I stood there until my legs went numb, then finally walked into the nanny's room.The exhaustion—both physical and emotional—crushed me. I collapsed onto the narrow single bed and fell into a heavy sleep.I had no idea how long it had been when I was jolted awake by rough hands yanking at me.Jason, his eyes bloodshot, dragged me off the bed."Wendy! How can you be so vicious!"Before I was fully awake, his furious shouting came crashing down on me."You knew Lindsay was already in the hospital! You knew she's severely allergic to mangoes, and you still deliberately sent her a mango mille‑feuille! You're holding a grudge and trying to kill her!"I







