Chapter 2

"Hold her down! Don't let her come up!" Amber cheered him on, while also feigning panic. "Oh my God, help! My friend fell into the water! Everyone, please help her, hahahaha…"

Only after I stopped struggling and drifted away with the waves did they happily return.

After I was declared missing and presumed dead, Brandon inherited my company and assets.

So, seeing Brandon pretending to be so heartbroken and sincere now, I felt nothing but utter disgust.

I feigned comfort. "The past is the past, Mr. Brandon, you shouldn't be too sad. Besides, three years have passed, it's time to move on."

Brandon, however, shook his head. "Ever since her accident, I swore I'd mourn for her for three years, visiting her grave daily. But three years later, I still can't let go, I just can't let her go…"

Ugh, the jerk was really milking this ‘devoted widower’ act.

In reality, after my "accident," many suspected him of foul play. So, he fabricated this persona of a heartbroken lover, vowing to mourn for me for three years.

Yet, in those three years, besides Amber, he'd been through countless other women. As for his supposed daily visits to my grave, they were just occasional photo ops.

Meanwhile, after getting my company and assets, he'd skyrocketed to become one of the hottest young talents in the city's business world.

He started to grow tired of Amber and wasn't in a hurry to marry her. Instead, he was partying every single night, living a lavish lifestyle.

If he hadn't been afraid Amber would expose their plot to murder me, he would have dumped her long ago.

These three years, my company had been almost completely drained by him. Plus, with Amber pressuring him, he finally had no choice but to officially marry her.

And now he was putting on this elaborate "devoted lover" performance for me. Clearly, he was up to something.

I smirked coldly. "You're about to marry Amber, so you really should let go. Otherwise, it's not fair to her."

Brandon gave a bitter smile. "I know it's not fair to Amber, but it's still hard to let go of my past. To be honest with you, I'm not really eager to marry Amber. Partly because I feel it's unfair to her."

"Does Amber know that?" I raised an eyebrow, asking.

"Of course she knows. We've fought about it," Brandon said, looking helpless. "That's why I think this wedding of ours is still too rushed."

"If that's truly the case, then you do have a point," I nodded.

Brandon's eyes lit up. He secretly peered at my chest again. "By the way, Ms. Valerie, this might be a bit forward, but I can't help but say, you and my late wife bear quite a resemblance, both in temperament and appearance."

Heh, I’m your so-called "late wife." How could I not?

"Oh, really? What a coincidence," I said, unfazed, watching the fish begin to bite.

"Yes, it's a remarkable coincidence," Brandon chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "It's almost like fate, quite extraordinary."

Hmph, fate? I came here specifically for revenge.

I didn't reply, just sat down.

Brandon sat beside me, attentively pouring me a cup of tea. "Ms. Valerie, honestly, looking at you, it's like looking at my wife. So familiar, so comforting. I just wish this moment could last forever."

Ugh, the shameless jerk.

I smirked coldly. "You certainly seem to have a deep affection for your late wife."

Brandon didn't catch my sarcasm. He chuckled. "Oh, I can't help it. I just loved her too much."

I looked at him, sneering. "You're truly a rare devoted man."