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The housekeeper’s daughter, Selena Greene, deliberately chose to get married on the same day, at the same hotel as me. When our cars passed each other on the way to our weddings, she rolled down her window and asked to switch my bridal bouquet with hers. My bouquet, however, wasn’t just any bouquet. It was hand-carved from priceless jadeite by my grandfather himself—a one-of-a-kind heirloom and his blessing for my wedding day. “Trish,” she pleaded softly, “please. I’ve sacrificed so much for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. I’ll give it back to you as soon as we get out of the cars.” My heart softened. Against my better judgment, I handed her my bouquet and took her cheap, plastic flowers instead. However, when we stepped out of our cars, she refused to return it. Worse still, during her ceremony, she tossed my jade bouquet onto the floor, shattering it into countless pieces. That bouquet had been my grandfather’s way of being present at my wedding. It was all I had left of him. Yet, in front of everyone, Selena put on an innocent act and accused me, “Who takes back a bouquet after a switch? A glass bouquet like this is all over online shopping platforms for ten bucks. I’ll just pay you back. Trish, you’ve made my life hard enough on normal days. Do you have to humiliate me on the most important day of my life, too?” Furious, I confronted her, but she ducked behind my fiancé and my brother, wiping at her eyes like the victim. My fiancé immediately went to comfort her, leaving me standing alone at the ceremony, humiliated and ridiculed by everyone. My brother, too, called me cruel and heartless. He cut me off financially and threw me out of the family home. Selena’s husband, having quickly risen to success with the help of powerful backers, unleashed his relentless revenge on the now penniless and alone me. In the dead of winter, hired thugs found me and brutalized me to death. And Selena? She became their princess, adored by all three of them. I sank into darkness, full of rage and regret. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to the day of the wedding.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

Naglasing si Summer sa night club para makalimutan niya lahat ng sakit at hinanakit. Uminom siya nang uminom at sumayaw siya sa dance floor, habang sumasayaw siya may nabangga siyang lalaki. Nilagay niya ang dalawang kamay sa balikat nito. "Darling, wala kabang kasama ngayong gabi? Sasama ako sa iyo kahit saan. Gawin mo lahat ng gusto mong gawin sa akin." "Are you sure?" tanong ng lalaki. "Yes, Mr. Handsome," malandi niyang sagot. Hindi niya pinagsisihan na pinagkaloob niya ang sarili sa lalaki. Mananatiling lihim ang nangyari sa kanila at una't huli na rin ang pagkikita nilang dalawa. Nagpacheck up si Summer dahil nasusuka at nahihilo siya. "Congrats, Summer Suarez isang buwan kanang buntis. Ang pinaka good news kambal ang dinadala mo." Isang umaga hindi niya inaasahan na makikita niya sa entrance ng kompanya na pinapasukan niya ang tiyuhin. Tatakbo sana siya subalit hinaklit nito ang braso niya. Pilit siya nitong pinapauwi dahil ikakasal siya sa matandang lalaki. "Bitawan mo ang ina ng kambal ko! Huwag mo siyang hawakan." Pamilyar ang boses sa kanya, kaboses ng lalaking nasa night club kumabog ng mabilis ang puso niya. Nagoffer ng kasal kay Summer si Spade para may makilalang ama ang dinadala niya ngunit tumanggi siya dahil hindi pa siya sigurado kung si Spade ba talaga ang lalaking nakabuntis sa kanya. Dumating ang araw na handa niya ng sagutin si Spade subalit nalaman niyang planado lahat ni Spade na paibigin siya. Nakapagdesisyon si Summer na lumayo ulit dahil labis siyang nasaktan. Buong akala niya mahal siya ni Spade. Sinundan siya ni Spade, sinuyo siya nito at nagpapaliwang ito sa kanya subalit hindi niya pinapakinggan. Tama na ang minsan na nagtiwala siya sa maling tao. Bibigyan pa kaya ni Summer ng pangalawang pagkakataon si Spade? Susundin kaya ni Summer ang sinisigaw ng puso niya?