Chapter 2

Olivia looked at me in disbelief.

"Who are you to say it's over? If it weren't for me, you'd still be living on the streets!"

My gaze fell on the hickeys on her neck as I spoke calmly:

"Where were you during the time I was in the hospital?"

"Were you busy impersonating me to meet my parents, or were you fooling around in bed with Lucas?"

Hearing my words, she realized what I meant and thought I was jealous.

She immediately relaxed and approached me with a coquettish tone.

"Lucas told me you only had minor injuries. You're almost thirty and still lying to make me jealous?"

Then, as if remembering something, her voice softened considerably:

"Lucas has suffered a lot since childhood. He needs that identity more than you do."

"Besides, he promised me that after meeting your parents, countless business opportunities would pour into the company."

"We're about to get married anyway, so why not give this chance to someone who needs it more?"

I pushed away her body as she tried to get closer.

I didn't know how much Lucas had suffered.

But over the years, in my search for my parents, I had been driven out of the orphanage, ended up on the streets fighting with stray dogs for food.

I was almost kidnapped for a meal.

Olivia knew all of this.

Yet for Lucas's sake, she casually asked me to give up the parents I had just found.

"Why should I give it up? They're my parents. You know how many years I've been looking for them."

Olivia was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered:

"What can you do if you don't want to? I've already taken the pendant that could prove your identity."

"Even if you speak up, who would believe you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang.

I glanced at it; the contact name was a heart emoji.

Olivia awkwardly hid her phone behind her back and said:

"This matter is already settled. Don't do anything unnecessary."

"Do I need to remind you of your place?"

I heard such belittling words from her almost every day.

As her footsteps gradually faded away, she answered the call.

I heard an intimate male voice from the other end of the phone.

"Babe, I didn't make you uncomfortable earlier, did I? It's all your fault for being so seductive today, I couldn't help myself."

Followed by Olivia's embarrassed response:

"Stop teasing, I'm at home."

Bitterness welled up in my heart.

I lowered my eyes to look at the plain ring on the table and muttered to myself:

"I had already met them privately."

"I was originally planning to introduce you to them as my fiancée this time."