A Heart Gone for Good
On the day I remarry Jeremy Grant, the fake heiress, Jessica Decker, sets my foster mother ablaze, killing her on the spot.
Right after calling the cops, I get knocked out by an unknown assailant.
When I open my eyes again, I realize that Jeremy has ordered cosmetic surgery to be done on me. Since I'm sporting Jessica's face right now, that means I'm being used as a scapegoat for Jessica's crimes.
Three years later, on the day I get released from prison, Jeremy's legal team is on standby the whole day. As soon as I show any signs of getting revenge, they won't hesitate to admit me into a mental hospital for the next three years.
My son, Oliver Grant, even uses the money I've given to him in the past to build a 99-story safehouse for Jessica. In fact, she's hiding in the top floor.
The name of that building is J Tower. Of course, the "J" is taken from Jessica.
Everyone is terrified that I might hurt Jessica in any way. But I respond by vanishing from the face of the earth. Just like that, I disappear from everyone's lives.
The next time we meet is when Jeremy and Oliver show up at my street food stall.
I turn on the gas stove before smearing the grease all over my apron. Then, I cut open a pancake skillfully.
At the same time, I say calmly, "It'll be an extra dollar for an egg. Two dollars will be charged if you want spicy sausage included."
Jeremy gulps quietly, his voice coming out terse.
"I'm allergic to eggs. Oliver can't endure any spicy food at all."
A pause later, he adds, "Have you forgotten about our preferences?"
There's no need for me to remember a single thing about them.
All I need to remember is that I'll be able to save enough money to pay off the last installment of the burial plot next to my foster mom's plot if I can sell 33 more dishes.