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Alex didn’t dwell on the small details, still completely immersed in the joy of seeing his Uncle Justin finally making progress in his love life. “Uncle Justin, Mommy really liked the gift you gave her!” Alex said happily. Even though no one else was in the room, he still lowered his voice as if sharing a big secret, just like he used to. “She accepted it! She didn’t smile, but as her precious son, I know she liked it!” But Justin showed no excitement. He remained quiet, uncharacteristically indifferent. Instead, he simply said, “As long as she likes it, that’s good.” “But Uncle Justin, where did you go tonight?” Alex pressed. “A gift like that should be given in person! That way, you can see the person’s reaction!“If Mommy had smiled, wouldn’t that mean she’d agree to be with you on the spot?” Alex chattered on, caught up in his own imagination. Even with Alex trying his best to lighten the mood, Justin remained silent and brooding. “You’re right, Alex. I’ll

The wine glass sat untouched on the table, the liquid inside still full. Haley hadn’t taken a single sip. Instead, she suddenly rushed downstairs. She was in such a hurry that she nearly collided with Zac, who was carrying a tray up the stairs. She looked like she was being chased by a ghost. “Whoa! Sis, where are you running off to this late at night?” Zac quickly stepped aside, afraid she would knock into him and send everything flying. The wedding preparations were already in full swing, and both families had met. Even though Zac inwardly resisted calling Haley “sis”—since she was younger than him—he still did it for the sake of keeping the peace with his wife. But Haley ignored his question. Without even glancing back, she ran straight to the front door. She yanked open a drawer by the shoe cabinet, grabbed a random set of car keys without looking, and bolted out the door. The car sped through the empty city streets, cutting through the quiet of the night

Jacob was a man of indulgence. Unlike other wealthy households that typically hired older, plain-looking housekeepers—women in their forties who had already gone through childbirth—he had personally selected a young female college student to work in his home. She was even younger and prettier than Emma. With wide, innocent eyes, she peeked out from behind Jacob, her maid uniform neatly pressed, her expression looking as if she had just been startled. That pitifully delicate act—it was exactly how Emma used to be. And that was precisely why Emma was now gritting her teeth, itching to drag that shameless little maid out and slap her across the face. But Jacob was oblivious to the unspoken hostility brewing between the two women. Right now, his mind was consumed by one thing. Why hadn’t Emma taken the fertility-boosting supplements? Did she not want to have his child? Then whose child did she want? Justin’s? The thought made his expression darken further.

Why did she have to go through all of this? Was it wrong to like money? To crave power? She only wanted to climb higher, to live above everyone else! After that one failed escape attempt, she had learned her lesson. She had stopped fighting and started pleasing those men instead—learning how to survive in bed. Step by step, she climbed from the lowest rank of women to the highest. But really—what difference did it make? Low or high, she was still just a woman for sale. She had dropped hints, begging those men to buy her freedom. She had even tried using the secrets she gathered as leverage. But it was as if they had all conspired against her—not one of them dared to agree. A bunch of spineless cowards who acted like they didn’t even know her the moment they pulled up their pants! And now, Jacob wanted her to have his child? For what? He was no different from those men—surrounded by women, constantly indulging himself. Why should she let him

Emma cried for what felt like forever, but Justin remained completely unmoved. He sat there on the couch, silent, watching her performance with those dark, hate-filled eyes. Fifteen years. He had known Emma for fifteen years—from the day she saved him until now. And yet, in all that time, he had never realized just how good of an actress she was. What a waste of talent—working in his corporation instead of becoming a professional actress. Fifteen years, and he had never seen through her lies. She acted when she tried to kill Haley. She acted when she killed his mother. Right now, all he wanted was to rip her heart out and see what color it was. Was it red? Or was it black? When he first saw the video, his rage had been uncontrollable. But after sitting here, waiting in the dark for her to arrive, his mind had calmed. Finally, he spoke. “Emma, have I ever treated you badly?” His voice was low, restrained. “Aside from love, what have I not giv