The day I was supposed to marry the love of my life, Damon Blackwood blew up the venue. He found me in the wreckage and pulled me out with his bare hands. Gazing at my dazed, amnesiac state, he carefully masked the raw ecstasy in his eyes and choked out a trembling lie: he was my fiancé. He was my love. After that, Damon loved me for four whole years. Then, he got bored. 1 He expertly slid off his wedding ring, his hand moving to gently stroke the belly of his young assistant. “Give me a child, and your life is yours.” “And of course, same rule as always—don’t let Viv find out.” But he didn’t know. His little assistant secretly recorded that moment. She sent the video to me, gloating that the old wife should step aside. He certainly didn’t know—I’d already gotten my memory back. Before him, my true love’s name was Rhys Kincaid. Handsome and wild, a man who paid back every debt owed. I was cut from the same cloth. Damon Blackwood was screwed. 2 The Mistress Arrives Damon was excellent at hiding his mistress. Too bad his mistress was bold, and her ambition was even bigger than her stomach. The girl, Blair Miller, showed up at my doorstep with a prominent baby bump, ready for a showdown. “Sister, I’m having twins, a boy and a girl. The doctor says they’re incredibly healthy.” “Daddy feels so bad about how hard this pregnancy is. He massages me every night now, and only goes home to his tired wife after I’ve fallen asleep.” “He says he can’t wait to meet our babies!” I lifted my eyes, giving her a slow, pleasant smile, a cold spark flickering deep within. “Did your baby’s father forget to tell you who I am?” Since Damon was so keen to see the babies, perhaps I should help him along? Twenty minutes later, an expedited delivery arrived at the towering Blackwood Holdings building downtown. I sipped my Earl Grey tea and enjoyed the view from the company’s security feed. When Damon received my package, the stern, controlled lines of his face melted into pure, liquid anticipation. The moment he opened it—his face turned to ash. Inside was a detailed lab report confirming the recent termination. Along with the tangible, undeniable proof of what they’d lost. Forty minutes later, Damon was home. Blair lay on a temporary hospital bed set up in the study, sobbing hysterically the moment she saw him. “Damon! She killed our babies! They were the ones you’d been waiting for, the ones you prayed for night and day!” “Kill that bitch for me and take your revenge!” A flash of raw, unbearable pain crossed Damon’s eyes. He grabbed my wrist, his voice low and hard, clearly struggling to contain his fury. “Vivian, she’s just a college graduate! Do you really have to be so venomous?” Four years married, and this was the first time he’d ever raised his voice to me. And it was for another woman. I threw my phone onto the floor between us. The screen displayed a chat log full of intimate videos of Damon and Blair, along with her vulgar threats demanding I make way for her. “Your little girl sent these to provoke me. As your wife, I was hurt. A little pushback is out of the question?” Damon paused. He gave Blair a brief, chilling glance. Then, his eyes softened, and he sank down to one knee before me, gently taking my hand. “Sweetheart, you misunderstood.” “I was only trying to spare you the pain of childbirth, Viv. I intended for her to carry the baby for us, for you to raise.” “I swear on my life, I only love Vivian St. Clair.” I believed he meant the last part. When we’d considered having a child, he’d insisted on trying one of those male pregnancy simulators. That was the first time I’d ever seen Damon Blackwood cry. He’d hugged me tight, his face pale with horror. “Viv, why does having a baby hurt so much?” “Let’s forget the baby, okay? I can’t stand the thought of you suffering.” But because he couldn't stand the thought of me suffering— He’d let another woman carry his twins for me? I laughed dryly, glancing over at Blair. Her eyes were wide, a look of pure, disbelieving horror plastered on her face. I offered a small, cool smile. “Damon, you are truly a cruel man—you just gutted both of us with one sentence.” “So, what’s your next move?” “When someone used to upset me, you’d use every power you had to crush them, run them out of Manhattan. I expect no less now.” 3 Blood on the Porcelain Damon’s gaze swept coldly over Blair. But his trembling hands betrayed him. After a long silence, he spoke: “Viv, I apologize for her. I’ll make this right.” “What will it take for you to calm down, so I can get her out of here?” A sudden, sharp killing intent surged in my chest. He could talk a good game. He could act cold. But in the end, he was still protecting her! I expressionlessly swept every vase, every porcelain dish, off the nearest table and onto the marble floor. Damon didn’t hesitate. He kicked off his shoes. Barefoot, he stepped onto the shattered porcelain. Step by step, he walked across the floor and picked up Blair. The sight of the crimson blood mixing with the white porcelain made my vision blur. Damon Blackwood was a madman, but he was an extreme self-interest first. Since I met him, he had only ever suffered pain or loss for me. My gaze chilled, inch by inch. Damon didn’t know I’d gotten my memory back. And he certainly didn't know—until that precise, sickening moment—that I might have actually fallen for him. But now... A terrible husband, and the woman who tried to steal him. They would both pay a catastrophic price. 4 Escalating Provocation Following that day, Damon tried to make amends by showering me with gifts. Yet he was constantly running back to Blair. Tonight, his excuse was a “last-minute client dinner” that would keep him out for a few hours. The moment he hung up, a text from Blair arrived. “Haha, the old wife regrets it now, huh?” “So what if you killed my babies? He loves me more now. He makes me elaborate meals every single day.” The video attached showed the tall, powerful man wearing an apron, busy in a gourmet kitchen. Damon never used to cook. He learned because I loved it. Now, he was making Blair all my favorite dishes: slow-braised short ribs, a perfect lobster bisque, and a light vanilla panna cotta. Watching the video, I could almost smell the familiar, comforting aroma. A wave of nausea hit me. Damn Damon Blackwood! He was defiling my favorite meals! Blair’s voice, both wicked and triumphant, continued on the audio clip. “He even said he’s going to give me another baby tonight. And you…” “Old woman, you’re finished.” The voice note ended just as my car was slammed hard from the side. I looked up to see seven or eight burly men with shaved heads and tattoos surrounding my car, armed with baseball bats. “You’re the one who messed with my girl, Blair Miller?” I raised an eyebrow and calmly called Damon. As always, he picked up on the first ring. “Damon, Blair found her black-market big brother. They’ve surrounded me.” But his voice on the other end was laced with frustration. “Viv, stop playing games, okay? She’s just a student. How could she possibly have—” I cut him off with a soft, sweet laugh. “I won’t fight back, no matter what they do. Your move.” Then I hung up. The night air was cold. I stared blankly, counting the red-light cycles. Only three cycles passed before Damon appeared. He’d hit traffic and abandoned his car, running the rest of the way. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, the damp shirt clinging to the defined lines of his body. I watched him for a moment, then smiled faintly. I had lied. The thugs who had intended to touch me were already lying scattered across the street. Damon glared at me, his jaw clenched. Finally, his eyes dropped to my scraped leg. His fury softened, replaced by a mixture of anguish and deep concern as he knelt before me. He gently cradled my calf, applying antiseptic with extreme tenderness. “You’re only doing this because you know I love you!” The man had a thousand accusations inside him, but that was all he could manage to voice. In that moment, my heart twitched again. I felt a rare urge to explain myself. “I didn’t stage this. Blair really did call them.” But Damon shook his head instantly, his certainty crushing. “I asked Blair. She swore it wasn’t her. She is a simple, genuine girl, not like—” The sentence broke off abruptly. But I understood. Not like me—evil and cunning. My expression hardened. Right in front of Damon, I called my lawyer. “I need you to draft a divorce agreement. I’m coming to pick it up now.” I shoved Damon out of the car, put it in drive, and turned to leave. He immediately planted himself directly in front of the car. The night wind whipped his hair across his forehead, and his eyes were wild and desperate. He gritted his teeth, his voice a low, painful rasp. “Vivian, if you want out, you'll have to drive right over me first!” The blazing headlights illuminated his utterly maniacal expression. I stared at him and floored the accelerator. 5 The Lavender Estate A screeching brake line was the only thing that saved him. I stopped mere inches from his body. But Damon never flinched. He held my gaze with a burning, insane intensity. This time, I was the one who spat out the word: “Psycho!” I sped away in a panic, turning around and vanishing into the night. A few days later, I received another message from Blair. Surprisingly, her attitude was one of extreme humility. “Sister, I’m calling to apologize. I truly know how wrong I was.” “I know I made you angry. Please, will you give me a chance to make amends?” She sent me an address, saying she wanted to treat me to a relaxing afternoon. And apologize in person. I went. A massive Lavender Estate appeared before me. Blair, in a flowing white dress, stood smiling in front of the deep purple flowers, waiting. She opened the estate’s grand gate with a key, like the lady of the house. When I glimpsed the enormous photo framed in front of the flowers, my body froze. The photo showed Blair and Damon, holding hands, lying in the lavender and kissing. The scene was beautiful, serene, and intimate. And the timestamp: Four years ago. Before my amnesia. Blair’s affected, triumphant giggle came from beside me. “Ms. St. Clair, I’ve known you for a long time, actually. I even helped Damon figure out how to woo you.” I learned that Blair had known Damon far longer than I had. She was an underprivileged student he had sponsored. Damon brought her out of the countryside, and when she had nowhere to go, she stayed at his home. The hallways were plastered with photos, every single one of Blair and Damon together. He had built this entire Lavender Estate for her. Listening to Blair introduce their history, photo by photo, my palms actually began to sweat. She looked at my wedding ring and smiled. “Every gift Damon ever gave you? I helped him pick it out.” “Including this ‘Celestial Sparkle’ wedding band—he only bought it because I loved the design.” I knew she wasn’t telling the whole story. Damon had picked twenty styles, brought them to me, and let me choose. But that didn't stop the wave of sheer revulsion. I expressionlessly slid the ring off my finger and tossed it carelessly into the lavender bushes. Blair’s eyes narrowed in satisfaction. “I was so jealous because Damon loved you so much. It wasn’t fair.” “But it’s okay—men always get bored! I played the role of the understanding, asking-for-nothing girl, just hoping he’d remember me and throw me the scraps of love you didn’t want.” “And guess what?” Blair threw her head back, laughing dramatically as she recalled a happy memory. “He slept with me! He initiated it!” “You, the ‘Gilded Memory,’ got caught. You became the Mosquito Blood. He’s bored with you! So I advise you to be smart and roll over. Damon will be mine eventually!” I stared at her for a long time, then offered a sickly sweet smile. “You’re such a pathetic little snake. Now I feel completely at ease.” Blair froze, confused. I raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Because now I won’t feel an ounce of guilt.” Under her puzzled gaze, I kicked over a wine rack. The entire collection of vintage reds shattered on the floor. I pulled out my lighter. The tiny flame illuminated Blair’s face, frozen in a mask of pure terror. The next second, the tongue of fire engulfed the entire estate.
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