Getting Remarried Was My Greatest Mistake
The day I remarried Caitlyn Sullivan, the fake heir set my adoptive mother on fire and left her face burned beyond recognition.
The moment I called the police, I was knocked unconscious.
When I opened my eyes again, Caitlyn had personally replaced my face and made me take the blame for the fake heir.
Three years later, on the day I was released from prison, Caitlyn's legal team was on standby around the clock.
If there was even the slightest sign of revenge from me, they were ready to send me to a psychiatric hospital for another three years.
My daughter even used money I had given her to build a 99-story safe house to hide the fake heir on the top floor.
She named it Mason Tower.
The fake heir was Mason Sheppard.
They were terrified that I would hurt Mason in the slightest.
But I disappeared from their lives as if I had never existed.
The next time we met was in front of my food cart where I sold gourmet burgers.
I lit the gas stove, casually wiped my oily hands on my apron, and skillfully sliced open buns.
In a calm voice, I said, "A dollar for an extra egg, and two dollars for a spicy patty."
Caitlyn's fingers trembled slightly. Her voice turned hoarse.
"I'm allergic to eggs. Our daughter can't eat spicy food."
She paused.
"Did you forget?"
I didn't need to remember.
I only needed to remember that after selling 33 more burgers, I would have enough money to pay off the remaining balance for the grave next to my adoptive mother's.