Chapter 1

I accidentally discovered that my boyfriend of seven years was getting married—and the bride wasn't me.

I didn't cry or make a scene. I just broke up with him.

All because I overheard a conversation between my boyfriend and his best friend:

"You're marrying your mistress. Aren't you afraid Lynn will do something drastic?"

His tone was lazy and unconcerned:

"I'll give Lynn my love and give Charlotte my name. It's perfectly fair. Lynn loves me so much—she won't be able to leave me."

I immediately called Mr. Adrian Foster, the man my mother had introduced me to, whose family business had always been in competition with ours:

"I've thought it over. I accept your proposal."

To this day, I still don't know who Victor's mistress was. Ridiculous, isn't it?

It wasn't until the girl deliberately appeared in front of me that I belatedly realized Victor had been cheating on me for three months.

"I'm Charlotte. I'm here to pick something up. Victor bought me some lingerie, but he accidentally put in the wrong address and it got sent to your office."

She picked up a package on my desk, opened it, and pulled out a set of black lace lingerie.

"He has such good taste. He said I'd look absolutely stunning in this."

"Especially... when we use it at night."

Was she bragging to me about how active their sex life was?

My emotions churned like a storm inside, but I kept my face calm as I looked at this young girl before me.

She looked quite young—maybe eighteen or nineteen at most.

"You've got what you came for. You can leave now." I pushed the box toward her.

I had died once before. I thought that after being reborn and knowing who the mistress was, I'd rush over and tear her face apart.

But when I saw Charlotte wearing cheap lipstick and rough makeup, her face still so young and fresh, I suddenly didn't want to bother with this little girl.

I had more important things to do.

Charlotte froze for a moment, clearly surprised that I could be so calm.

Her expression soured. Her gaze swept around the room and suddenly landed on another open velvet jewelry box on my desk.

Inside was a pearl necklace my mother had given me.

She snatched up the necklace and put it around her neck, taunting me: "Victor gave me this too. Does it look good on me?"

Blood rushed to my head.

"That's a necklace my mother gave me. Take it off!"

"What do you mean 'yours'? It's mine now!" She stepped back, her hand protecting the necklace.

I moved forward to grab it: "Give it back!"

In our struggle, with a sharp "snap," the necklace chain broke and pearls scattered across the floor.

"My necklace!" I stared at the pearls scattered on the ground and slapped her across the face.

"Get out!"

She covered her stinging cheek, looked at the pearls on the floor, and glared at me with shock and fury:

"You’ll pay for this!"