MasukOn the day I went to try on my wedding dress, Enzo had said he would come with me—but he never showed up. The train of the gown was too long. I stood alone in front of the mirror, bending over again and again to fix it more than a dozen times. The third time I stepped on the hem, my phone finally buzzed. 'Natalie just came back and isn't used to the weather here. I'll go pick her up. You try on the dress first.' The next second, a new post popped up on social media. Natalie had uploaded a photo. In it, Enzo was crouched in front of her, one hand wrapped around her slender ankle as he carefully fastened the strap of her high heels. The caption was only one line. 'He still couldn't bear to let me bend down.' When I tapped into the post, I saw that Enzo had already liked it. The bridal assistant sensed the shift in the air and tried to comfort me in a low voice. "Ms. Blackwood, Mr. Beck really cares about you. He was worried you might secretly diet and hurt your health, so he specifically told us not to alter the waistline any further." I smiled. He cared about me, yes. But his care had never stopped him from favoring someone else. I lowered my head and looked at the wedding dress on my body. Then it suddenly struck me. The thing that did not fit had never been the dress. It was this wedding.
Lihat lebih banyakAs for Camellia, she was formally arrested overnight for incitement and financial fraud.The officer in charge of the case called me. "Ms. Blackwood, Camellia Crawford broke down in the interrogation room. She asked us to contact you. She wants to see you and beg for your mercy.""I won't see her. Follow the legal process." I hung up without hesitation.…At eight that evening, my picture book launched across all platforms.Silas told me excitedly in the studio that within just one hour, sales had already shattered industry records. My name had finally secured its place in the illustration world.I stood by the second-floor window, watching the heavy rain pour outside, when suddenly, a sharp screech of brakes came from below.A taxi stopped by the roadside. The door opened, and Enzo was wheeled out in a wheelchair by the driver.He was still wearing a thin hospital gown, his head wrapped in bandages. The hand where the IV had been removed was still bleeding. Having just been pu
I pulled my leg free, took out a termination agreement from my bag, and slapped it straight onto Enzo's chest. "Sign it. And put your thumbprint on it. Now."The smile froze on his face. He stared at the document in disbelief, his eyes reddening almost instantly. "I'm not signing it. Estelle, what kind of joke is this? Did I do something wrong? Don't leave me. You're all I have. You can't be this heartless."He suddenly sat up, yanking at the IV needle on the back of his hand without hesitation. Blood immediately welled up, dripping onto the white sheets.I grabbed his wrist and held it down, watching him coldly. "This pathetic act of yours is disgusting. Your amnesia trick is outdated. Spare me your feigned devotion."I did not spare him another glance. Holding his hand in place, I forced his thumbprint onto the document. Then I turned and walked away without looking back.The moment I reached the hospital lobby, dozens of reporters flooded in from outside, cameras and micropho
Camellia's face turned deathly pale. The arrogance she had just displayed vanished without a trace. She grabbed Enzo's shoulder, her nails digging harshly into his suit. "Enzo. Call the family. Get those trending topics suppressed right now. The Beck family cannot end here. Do you hear me?"Enzo slowly brushed her hand away. "Mom, our family has been rotten for a long time. This can't be covered up. This is retribution."He turned to look at me, something like quiet pain flickering in his eyes. "Estelle, all the shares I hold in Beck & Co. will be transferred to you for free starting today. Think of it as my final attempt to make things right. I was blind before, and I failed you. This is what I owe you.""You've lost your mind!" Camellia shrieked, her composure snapping. She spun around, grabbed a heavy ceramic planter from the roadside flowerbed, and raised it with both hands. "I'll kill you. This is all your fault, you shameless wretch!"Her face twisted as she raised the heavy
The rain outside seemed as if it would never stop.I gripped the USB drive containing the final draft and walked toward the studio entrance. But the sight waiting for me made me freeze.Thick red paint dripped from the doorframe, seeping through the cracks. The walls were covered in vicious, filthy insults.Natalie stepped out from the street corner, with four or five rough-looking men behind her. "Search her bag. Get the USB. Don't let her run."The men charged forward, iron rods in hand, surrounding me in an instant. Rough hands yanked at my backpack straps, trying to tear it away.I held onto the bag with everything I had. This was half a year of my work, every page inside drawn stroke by stroke with my own hands.Suddenly, Enzo rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. A dull thud echoed as a metal rod slammed hard into his back. He let out a muffled groan and dropped to one knee from the force."Enzo…" Natalie rushed over, shoving me aside as if I were nothing. Tears fell


















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