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When Jonathan saw the smile playing on my lips, he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Is it that hard for you to just stay by my side? And is it that hard for you to tolerate Charlotte? No matter how wild she and I get, you'll still always be my wife."I turned my head away. "I had to go through all of this torture just so you could keep me in this position of being your wife. If you think it's such a good deal, you might as well give the title to her."My words made Jonathan's expression twist. He suddenly grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. "What did you just say? Say it again. Do you really think that I'll let you go if you keep talking like this?"I stared straight into his eyes and enunciated, "I said, I don't care about being Mrs. Fowler."Before he could respond, an anxious female voice came from outside the room, "Mallory, the doctor told me you're awake!"Charlotte rushed in and dropped into the chair beside my bed, frowning as she looked me up and down. Tears s

After a long time, Jonathan's assistant, Bretman Reeves, came to take me back to the psychiatric hospital.The moment they locked me back in the room, my phone buzzed. I picked it up with difficulty and saw that the trending feed had exploded.There were articles titled, "Mallory Silva Goes Crazy With Jealousy, Frames Charlotte Stewart", "Jonathan Fowler's Wife is Suspected to be Mentally Unstable", and "Charlotte Stewart is Pushed Down Stairs by Mallory Silva, Unconscious and Hospitalized".The comments were all attacking me."Is this woman sick in the head? She pushed someone and still tried to play the victim?""Jonathan Fowler must be seriously cursed to have married such a lunatic.""Poor Charlotte, having such a crazy woman cling to her like this."I'd just finished reading the comments when I heard a group of unfamiliar women outside. "That's her! The crazy woman!"The door was kicked open, and seven or eight young women charged in. They all held up their phones, camera

Downstairs, the reporters' cameras flashed all night. When Jonathan walked out of the hospital with my corpse in his arms, everyone went crazy."Mr. Fowler, is it true that Ms. Silva is dead?""Was it suicide or murder?""Do you have anything you want to say?"Jonathan didn't answer. He just lowered his head to look at me, his voice so gentle that it was almost unreal. "Mallory, let's go home. Didn't you say the garden needed work? I'll help you fix it up tomorrow. What do you want to plant? Roses? Or the gardenias you used to love?"The reporters all stared at one another. Someone was live-streaming, and the comments went nuts."Is he talking to a dead person?""No way. Did Jonathan lose his mind or something?""This is heartbreaking… but where was he when she was alive?""Serves him right."Jonathan pushed through the crowd while holding me, Bretman doing everything he could to block the reporters.The car was already waiting at the curb. Jonathan lifted me into the backse

After Charlotte left, Jonathan kept vigil upstairs for three days and three nights. He didn't eat or drink throughout that time. He just sat by the bed, holding my hand, which had long gone cold.On the fourth day, Bretman pushed the bedroom door open and stopped at the doorway, looking hesitant. "Mr. Fowler."Jonathan didn't look back.Bretman tightened his grip on the envelope in his hand and took a deep breath. "Mr. Fowler, I've recently found out some things."He walked forward and set the envelope on the nightstand. "Three years ago, the photo that Mrs. Fowler saw of you and Charlotte shopping together was staged by Charlotte. She hired someone to take it and anonymously mail it to Mrs. Fowler. "And that video of you two kissing on set—she paid to have it pushed onto the trending page."Jonathan's back went rigid.Bretman's voice grew heavier. "After Mrs. Fowler was locked up in the psychiatric hospital, Charlotte kept trying every possible way to find out where she was. F

Charlotte ended the call and sat down beside my tombstone, leaning against Jonathan's shoulder. The wind blew past, carrying a faint scent of gardenias.She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't want to live anymore, either. You're the one who turned me from a rookie actress nobody knew into the A-lister that I am now. I decided a long time ago that I was yours, so why wouldn't you even look at me?"When the police arrived, Charlotte didn't struggle. She quietly held out her hands. The moment the cuffs closed around her wrists, she turned back for one last look.…I looked at the photo of myself on my tombstone, taking in my bright smile.Jonathan's hand was still resting on the picture. The wind lifted the hem of his coat. For a second, it felt like the first time in his life that he'd ever held me.I stood above the clouds, watching it all from a distance.The system's cold, mechanical voice rang out in my ears. [The passage has opened. Would you like to re