On my wedding day, Ethan Lockhart blew up the hotel. He dug me out of the rubble with his bare hands. Looking at my amnesiac face, he hid the wild joy in his eyes. With a trembling voice, he told me he was the love of my life. After we got married, Ethan loved me fiercely for four whole years. And then, he got bored. He smoothly slid off his wedding ring and gently stroked his young assistant’s pregnant belly. "Give me a child, and I’m yours." "Of course, the usual rule—don’t let Vivi find out." But he didn't know that his precious little girl had secretly recorded that exact moment. She triumphantly sent the video to my Snapchat, telling me it was time for the old woman to step down. And what he knew even less—was that I had already recovered my memory. Before him, the true love of my life was Julian Vance. Handsome, ruthless, and highly vindictive. And I have the exact same temper. Ethan Lockhart, you are done. Ethan was incredibly good at keeping his mistress hidden. Unfortunately, she was bold and highly ambitious. The girl, Hailey Miller, showed up at my doorstep, proudly flaunting her pregnant belly. "Vivian, I’m pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl. The doctor says they are perfectly healthy." "Their dad feels so bad about my morning sickness. Lately, he’s been giving me prenatal massages every night. He only comes home to his aging wife after I fall asleep." "He says he can't wait to meet his babies!" I looked up with a faint smile, a cold gleam flashing in my eyes. "Didn't your baby daddy ever tell you what kind of woman I am?" Since Ethan was so eager to see the babies, why don't I help him out? Twenty minutes later, an overnight express package was delivered to Ethan’s office. I sipped my afternoon tea, watching the office security feed. The moment the man received my package, his stern face melted into pure warmth. But the second he opened it—his face turned completely pale. Inside was a miscarriage report. Along with the remains of his and Hailey’s twins. Forty minutes later, Ethan rushed home. Hailey was lying on a makeshift hospital bed in our guest room, sobbing hysterically the moment she saw him. "Ethan, she killed our babies! The ones you were looking forward to every single day!" "Kill this bitch and avenge our children!" A flash of intense pain crossed Ethan’s eyes. He grabbed my wrist, his cold, hard voice tight with suppressed rage. "Vivian! She’s just a fresh college graduate! Did you have to be so cruel?!" In our four years of marriage, this was the first time he had ever raised his voice at me. And it was for another woman. I threw my phone onto the bed in front of him. The Snapchat history was packed with intimate videos of him and Hailey. Along with texts calling me a hag and telling me to sign the divorce papers. "Your little girl sent these to provoke me. As your wife, I felt highly disrespected. Can't I strike back?" Ethan froze. He shot a freezing look at Hailey. Then, his gaze softened, and he dropped to one knee in front of me, taking my hand. "Vivi, you misunderstood." "I just didn't want you to go through the pain of childbirth. I planned to let her have them so we could raise them together." "I swear on my life, you are the only one I love." I believed he was telling the truth. When we first discussed having kids, he had signed up for a labor pain simulator. That was the first time I ever saw Ethan cry. He had held me so tight, his voice shaking. "Vivi, why does giving birth hurt so much?" "Let's not have kids, okay? I can't bear to see you suffer." But just because he couldn't bear to see me suffer— He let another woman carry his heirs? I turned my head with a mocking smile and saw Hailey’s eyes widen in absolute disbelief. I laughed softly. "Ethan, you are truly brutal—stabbing both of us with a single sentence." "So, what do you plan to do now?" "If anyone dared to make me angry in the past, you wouldn't hesitate to ruin their family and run them out of New York."
The man’s eyes swept coldly over Hailey. But his trembling hands betrayed him. After a long silence, he spoke: "Vivi, I apologize on her behalf." "What do I need to do to make you calm down and let me take her away?" A sudden wave of murderous intent surged in my chest. No matter how pretty his words were, no matter how cold he acted, in the end, he was still protecting her! Without a word, I swept all the expensive ceramic vases in the room onto the floor. Without a second thought, Ethan kicked off his shoes. He stepped onto the sharp porcelain shards with his bare feet. Step by step, leaving bloody footprints, he walked over, picked Hailey up, and walked out. The bright red blood mixing with the white porcelain made my eyes twitch. Ethan was crazy, but he was also an extreme egoist. Since the day I met him, he had only ever bled for me, only ever taken a loss for me. My gaze turned ice-cold. Ethan still didn't know I had recovered my memory. He knew even less—that I had actually started to fall for him. There were even moments when I thought about pretending to have amnesia forever, just to spend the rest of my life with him. But now... A trash man, and a woman trying to steal what's mine. I will make them pay a devastating price! After that day, Ethan sent me different gifts every day. Yet, he ran off to Hailey’s place every single night. Tonight's excuse was a late-night business dinner, claiming he would be home a few hours late. Right after Ethan lied to me, Hailey’s Snapchat popped up. "Haha, regret it now, old woman?" "So what if you killed my babies? He pities me even more now. He cooks nutritional meals for me every single day." In the video, the tall, powerful billionaire was wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen. Ethan never knew how to cook. For me, he had taken classes all over the city. Now, the dishes he was making for Hailey were all my favorites. Sweet and sour pork, braised beef, white fungus soup... Looking at the food in the video, I could almost smell the familiar aroma. A wave of nausea hit my throat. Damn you, Ethan Lockhart! You ruined all my favorite dishes! Hailey laughed maliciously and triumphantly in the voice note. "He also said he's going to give me another baby tonight, while you..." "You're done, old woman." Just as the voice note ended, my car was suddenly hit with a loud crash. I looked up to see seven or eight muscular, tattooed thugs holding baseball bats, surrounding my car. "Are you the bitch who bullied my little sister, Hailey?" I raised an eyebrow, calmly dialing Ethan’s number. As always, he picked up on the first ring. "Ethan, Hailey sent some of her gangster friends to surround my car." But the voice on the other end sounded exhausted and annoyed. "Vivi, can you stop playing games? She’s just a college grad, how could she possibly know..." I smiled and cut him off directly. "I won't fight back no matter what they do to me. Come or don't. Up to you." With that, I hung up. The night wind was chilly. I stared blankly at the traffic light, counting the cycles. After just three rotations, Ethan appeared. He had run into traffic, abandoned his car, and sprinted all the way here. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his white shirt clinging to his muscles. I watched him for a moment and smiled. Actually, I lied. The thugs who wanted to hurt me were currently lying unconscious all over the asphalt. Ethan glared at me, gritting his teeth. Finally, his eyes fell on my scraped leg. With a mixture of heartache and frustration, he knelt in front of me. He gently held my calf and applied ointment with extreme care. "You only do this because you know I love you!" The man had a thousand complaints in his heart, but he could only vent them this way. At that moment, my heart flickered again. For once, I felt the urge to explain. "I didn't fake this. Hailey really called them." But without even thinking, Ethan said: "I asked Hailey. She swore she didn't do it. She’s a sweet, simple girl, she’s not like..." He stopped mid-sentence. But I understood. She wasn't like me—devious and wicked. My face went cold. I pulled out my phone and called my lawyer right in front of him. "Draft a divorce agreement. I’m coming to pick it up now." I shoved Ethan out of the car and started the engine. But he actually stepped right in front of my hood. The night wind blew his messy hair, his eyes wild and predatory. He clenched his jaw, his voice vibrating from his chest. "Vivian, if you want a divorce, you’ll have to run me over first!" The bright headlights illuminated his manic expression. I stared at him, and slammed my foot on the gas.
The tires screeched violently. I slammed the brakes, stopping just inches from his knees. But Ethan didn't flinch. He stared at me with burning, obsessive eyes. This time, I gritted my teeth: "Psychopath!" Furious, I threw the car in reverse, turned around, and sped away. A few days later, I received another Snapchat from Hailey. Surprisingly, her tone was incredibly humble this time. "Vivian, I’m texting to apologize. I really know I was wrong." "I know I made you angry. Please give me a chance to make it up to you?" She sent me an address, saying she wanted to treat me to a relaxing day. To apologize face-to-face. I went. A massive, sprawling lavender estate appeared before my eyes. Hailey was wearing a white dress, smiling as she stood in front of the deep purple fields, waiting for me. Like she owned the place, she used a key to unlock the estate's heavy gates. But the moment my eyes landed on the massive photo hanging in the foyer, my body froze. In the photo, Hailey and Ethan were holding hands, lying in the lavender fields, kissing. It was beautiful and romantic. And the timestamp on the photo—four years ago. Before I had lost my memory. Hailey’s soft, triumphant laughter came from beside me. "Vivian, actually, I’ve known you for a long time. I even helped Ethan plan how to pursue you." Only then did I realize that Hailey had known Ethan long before I did. She was a charity case he had sponsored. Ethan had brought her out of some poor mountain town, and since she had nowhere to go, she lived in his house. The hallway was lined with photos, every single one of them a memory of Hailey and Ethan. This lavender estate was built for her. Listening to Hailey introduce their past photo by photo, my palms actually began to feel numb. She smiled, looking at my wedding ring. "Every single gift Ethan gave you, I helped him pick out." "Including that Starry Night wedding ring—he only bought it because I loved the design." I knew she was lying. Before we got married, Ethan had selected over twenty designs. He had brought them to me to let me choose. But that didn't stop me from feeling absolutely disgusted. Without any expression, I slipped off the ring and tossed it casually into the lavender bushes. Seeing this, Hailey’s eyes curved in deep satisfaction. "Ethan loved you so much, I was so jealous." "But it doesn't matter—men get bored! I acted obedient, told him I wanted nothing, hoping that when he thought of me, he’d throw me a little bit of the love you threw away." "And guess what?" Hailey laughed hysterically, as if recalling something hilarious. "He slept with me. Voluntarily!" "Once a man catches his white moonlight, she just becomes a stain on the wall. He’s bored of you!" "So I suggest you pack your bags and get lost. Ethan will be mine sooner or later!" I stared at her for a long time, then suddenly gave her a sweet smile. "I’m so glad you’re this much of a bitch." Hailey froze, looking at me in confusion. I smirked. "Now I don't have to feel any guilt." Under her bewildered gaze, I kicked over a massive wine rack. Expensive vintage wine shattered all over the floor. I pulled out a lighter. The tiny flame illuminated Hailey’s horrified face. The next second, the fire roared, swallowing the entire estate.
Ethan arrived incredibly fast. Seeing me and Hailey trapped in the growing flames, his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Hailey screamed at the top of her lungs: "Ethan, save me! The fire is reaching me!" "I just lost our twins for you!" I looked at Ethan with amusement and mouthed to him: "Between the two of us, who are you saving first?" The wild flames licked the ceiling, lighting up the agonizing struggle on the man’s face. He drenched himself in water and charged toward Hailey. At the same time, I heard his panicked voice. "Vivi, I know what you’re capable of! You can get out on your own, but Hailey can't!" He scooped Hailey up into his arms. Through the thick, rolling smoke, I saw Hailey look back at me with a triumphant smirk. I smiled back. Crossing my arms, I didn't move an inch. The fire raged hotter and hotter. Ethan saw that I wasn't moving. He hesitated for half a second, clenching his teeth. He ended up putting Hailey down, running back to throw a wet jacket over me, and pulling me out of the burning building. I stared at him with a look of slight disappointment. What a pity—if he had chosen to abandon me just now, I could have divorced him easily. As for the other half of my emotions, I didn't want to think about them. After pulling me out, Ethan went back to save Hailey. By the time they got out, a wooden shelf in the hallway had collapsed. It had crushed Hailey’s leg. As Ethan carried her out, she was crying hysterically. I knew Ethan was furious. When he brushed past me, he slammed his shoulder hard into mine. He barked a cold order to his driver: "Take my wife to Mercy Hospital too!" In the VIP ward, Hailey’s leg was wrapped in thick bandages. She gently held Ethan’s hand. "Ethan, don't be mad. I’m okay." "Don't blame Vivian for what happened at the estate, and don't blame yourself for saving her first. It’s all my fault..." As she spoke, her eyes brimmed with tears, but she stubbornly held them back. She looked like the ultimate victim. Ethan’s heart ached with guilt. Completely ignoring my presence, he cupped her face, kissing her forehead and whispering sweet words to comfort her. Then, he frowned and looked at me. "Vivian, you broke into Hailey’s property and set it on fire. Don't you think you owe her an apology?!" I gave a provoking laugh, my voice firm. "I’m not apologizing." Ethan’s frown deepened. Hailey chimed in sweet-temperedly: "Ethan, don't force Vivian. Don't fight because of me!" Suddenly, she flashed a quick, wicked grin at me while tapping something on her phone. The next second, reporters burst into the ward. "Are you Mrs. Lockhart?" "We heard you don't allow any women near your husband. This assistant was just doing her job, and you set her estate on fire. Is that true?" Dozens of microphones and cameras were shoved into my face. Ethan’s expression instantly turned to pure panic. Four years ago, to hide me after my memory loss, he had gone to extreme lengths. He had spent tens of millions of dollars planting fake leads to lure my true love, Julian Vance, out of the country. He had also put a strict media blackout on my face, making sure not a single photo of me leaked for four years. He marched toward me to block the cameras. But right then, Hailey pretended to be knocked over by a reporter, crying out in pain. "Ethan, my stomach hurts so much. Is my wound bleeding again?" "It’s fine, go check on Vivian first. I can find the doctor myself." "After all... this isn't the first time you've abandoned me for her." She let out a bitter tear. Ethan froze. Through the crowd of aggressive reporters, he locked eyes with me. "Again? You set up these reporters yourself, didn't you?" "Vivian, I’m not falling for your tricks this time." "Hailey is right. I’ve spoiled you too much over the last four years. It’s time to teach you a lesson!" With that, he scooped Hailey up and turned his back on me. "Hailey, I’m sorry. I’ll never let her hurt you again!" Over his shoulder, Hailey shot me a highly smug look. This time, she had finally won. I held my waist, laughing until tears came out. Ethan had spent four years desperately trying to hide me. And all it took was one Hailey Miller to make him break his own rules? The ward door slammed shut. I looked at the camera, pushed my hair back, and smiled. I knew Julian would see this. With just a tiny hint, he would stop at nothing to find me. My true love, Julian Vance.
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