Chapter 1

Amidst a room full of distinguished guests, my fiancé snatched away my bridal bouquet. He then dropped to one knee, proposing to my sister, who accepted with tears of joy. The wedding suddenly had a new bride, and I became the laughingstock of everyone's gossip.

But then, Lucas Reed, Hong Kong's golden boy, stepped in with a marriage contract, boldly proposing to me. After our wedding, Lucas showered me with affection, and I once again opened my heart.

On the night of my birthday party, I pretended to be drunk and fell asleep in Lucas's arms. As people discussed how much one could truly love another, I heard him say, "I married the sister my true love despises the most, just to clear the path for her."

Every word fell like thunder in my ears. Nestled closest to his heart, I listened as he professed his love for my sister. I felt my blood run cold, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into a chorus of cheers.

"As expected of the golden boy! Willing to share a bed with someone he doesn't love for the sake of his true love."

"Mr. Reed is such a romantic, silently loving Chloe for so many years, even sacrificing his own marriage."

Lucas's voice was low but tender: "As long as Chloe can be happy, I'm willing to do anything."

His friend teased, "I heard Chloe and Samuel are getting divorced. Doesn't that mean you can rekindle your romance soon? When are you planning to come clean about your current situation?"

Lucas paused before replying coolly, "Olivia can't live without me. We'll deal with this slowly."

"Don't any of you mention this in front of her. I don't want to see her make a fuss."

Everyone agreed, not daring to upset the golden boy.

Someone, emboldened by alcohol, joked, "But Mr. Reed isn't losing out either. A movie star must be quite the treat in bed."

Lucas chuckled, his fingers absently caressing my earlobe: "Indeed, she is."

I clenched my jaw, holding back tears.

I had thought Lucas was my salvation from a bottomless pit. Little did I know, he was the knife cutting the rope.

Seven years of marriage had become a joke.

Be it Samuel or Lucas, they all loved Chloe.

No one loved me.