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Saved From Poverty, Sacrificed to His First Love
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The night Dylan Smith—the heir to one of the most prominent families in Valenford—breaks up with his first love, Phoebe Hayes, he chooses me on a whim while I'm delivering drinks. He gives me a luxurious mansion, jewelry, and a black card with no limit, transforming me from a penniless woman who can't even afford her mother's medical bills into the lady of the Smith family. Everyone claims he marries me only because my features bear a slight resemblance to Phoebe's. Initially, I merely want to repay him for his kindness. However, over the course of seven years, I learn to navigate through high society and manage our household. I stay by his side through the hardest days of his battle for control of the Smith family, and without even realizing it, I fall hopelessly in love with him. Later on, when Phoebe returns to the country, Dylan doesn't divorce me. She joins Smith Group and becomes his right-hand woman, while I stay at the Smith residence as his lawfully wedded wife. I begin to believe that seven years of marriage must count for something. Surely, the life we've built as husband and wife can outweigh the feelings he carries for his first love. That all changes on the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, when a fire suddenly breaks out at the hotel. Dylan scoops up Phoebe, who only suffers minor injuries. He doesn't hesitate to leave me, who's pregnant with his child, behind in the thick smoke. When I come to, I've lost my baby. The doctor tells me I'll never be able to have children again. As I look at his belatedly teary eyes, I suddenly realize these seven years have been nothing but a joke. He once pulled me out of the mud, only to throw me into a sea of flames with his own hands. Now, my baby's gone. I've finally repaid the debt I owe him. I take off my wedding ring, sign the divorce agreement, and discreetly leave Valenford. From this moment on, Dylan's wife has perished in that fire. The woman who survives has nothing to do with him anymore.
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Three years later, I bought a small building by the sea. The first floor housed my bakery, while the second floor was used to teach young women from the area how to make desserts. Some of them were just like the old me. They had no formal education and no family they could rely on. I paid them a wage and taught them a skill they could use to support themselves. Maya often told me that I'd changed a lot. I was no longer timid and cautious, nor did I instinctively read the room or walk on eggshells. Looking at myself in the mirror, I finally realized that I'd lived much more like myself after leaving Dylan. I never sold the old house Mom had left me. The hydrangeas in the yard bloomed every year. Once in a while, when I sat beneath the tree, I still felt a pang of sadness as I thought of my unborn child. However, that sadness no longer held me captive. I established a relief fund in his name to help pregnant women who couldn't afford medical treatment. The very first donation
Saved From Poverty, Sacrificed to His First Love Chapter 9
A year later, I opened a second branch. I hadn't used the money Dylan had left me. The early days were brutal. I had mortgaged Mom's old house and limited myself to five hours of sleep each day. However, this time, all my hard work was for myself. Julian handled the publicity, while Maya helped me look after the main branch. On the day the new branch opened, a long line formed outside. Standing in front of the oven,I watched tray after tray of bread cooked. A sense of fulfillment took root in my heart for the very first time. In the past, whenever people talked about me, they always called me Dylan's wife. Now, there were people who came all the way here just to have a slice of my cake. I was no longer defined by my relationship to anyone else. Dylan would still show up from time to time. He no longer begged me to come back, nor did he stand in my way. He simply sat in the quietest corner of the bakery and ordered a cup of the black coffee I used to make for him. He had a
Saved From Poverty, Sacrificed to His First Love Chapter 8
Dylan didn't leave the coastal town. He checked into the guesthouse next door. Every morning, before the bakery opened, he stood across the street. I ignored him, but he kept waiting until night fell. One day, a typhoon swept through the area, blowing the bakery's sign off its hinges. When I arrived at the bakery the following day, the sign had already been repaired. Julian told me Dylan had spent half the night fixing it in the rain. He'd gashed his palm on a piece of metal and needed six stitches. I contacted a repairman and had the old sign replaced with a new one. Dylan looked at the old sign that had been taken down, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his eyes. "Why did you change it?""I don't like to be in anyone's debt.""We're married.""Not for much longer."He fell silent. …Right before the divorce hearing, he finally signed the agreement. On the day he signed it, he transferred all his assets back under my name. I refused to accept them. He came to th
Saved From Poverty, Sacrificed to His First Love Chapter 7
The weather was beautiful on the day my bakery opened. I named it "New Beginnings". Maya said it lacked sophistication, but it felt just right to me. It was a small shop, but I could see the sea whenever I opened the windows. In the beginning, business was slow. I got up at 4:00 am every day to knead dough and didn't close the shop until 10:00 pm. My body still ached from time to time. The doctor advised me to get regular checkups and reminded me not to overwork myself. Thus, I began to learn how to take care of myself. I'd always remembered Dylan's stomach medication, meetings, and every important date, yet I'd often forgotten that I could fall ill, too. …A month later, familiar faces started frequenting my bakery. Julian Walker, who owned the guesthouse next door, helped me take some photos and posted them online. The ocean view, fresh flowers, and warm, freshly baked bread drew plenty of tourists. Several recognized me as the former lady of the Smith family. I didn
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