Chapter 1

My fiancé fell in love with his intern secretary Willow Bennett and insisted on breaking off our engagement.

I kindly advised him, "She can't help you become the heir of the Foster family. Why don't you marry me first, and we can talk about it after you've secured your position?"

The secretary felt insulted by my words and jumped off a building in public.

Five years later, the first thing my husband did after becoming the Foster family heir was to divorce me and ruin my family's business.

"This is what you owe Willow Bennett," he said.

When I woke up again, it was my 22nd birthday party.

People asked me what my birthday wish was.

I smiled coldly, "I hope Caleb Foster marries Willow Bennett."

I died on a rainy day.

Originally, we could have seen the mountain full of maple leaves, but Caleb couldn't wait.

I rolled down the stairs, step by step, blood spilling everywhere.

He was still not satisfied.

He pushed me down the stairs with his own hands, again and again.

I was in so much pain I could barely make a sound, but I still asked reluctantly, "Why?"

I didn't understand.

Our two families had always been close, and Caleb and I had been childhood sweethearts.

For over a decade, my family had helped him establish his position in the family and become the heir.

But he set a trap, causing my family to go bankrupt and my father to die of a heart attack.

"Why, Caleb?" I clung to the hem of his clothes.

Caleb's face was frighteningly pale. Even though he was the one who hurt me, his expression looked as if I had let him down.

"This is what you owe Willow Bennett," he said through gritted teeth.

Willow Bennett?

This name sounded somewhat unfamiliar, so much so that it took me some effort to recall the name and the pure, delicate face behind it.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Five years.

So for these five years, Caleb had never forgotten her.

So he blamed her death on me, on the entire Collins Group.

"Caleb, you really are a..."

Fool!

Before I could utter the last two words, Caleb had already tightly gripped my neck.

The oxygen in my chest was being drained bit by bit, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.

It looked just like those red maple leaves covering the mountain.