Chloe loses everything after her son dies while her husband, Arthur, chooses his first love, Jennifer, over his own family. Before Chloe dies, Jennifer confesses she orchestrated every tragedy—including her son’s death and the conspiracy that destroyed Chloe’s life. With her final breath, Chloe realizes her entire marriage was built on lies, setting the stage for a devastating revenge.
Jennifer’s eyes flickered at Sarah’s words. Madilyn sat rigidly on the sofa, her expression thunderous. Hearing Arthur’s arrival, she glanced toward the entrance. The moment she saw him stumbling in, supported and clearly intoxicated, her face darkened further. “How could you let yourself get like this? You’re the CEO of Myers Group – this is…
***** The day after Chloe submitted her resume, responses began flooding in. Several prominent companies in Capaville expressed interest, their HR representatives sounding genuinely enthusiastic during phone conversations. Though her professional experience was limited, the design draft she had submitted had clearly made an impression. They admired her distinctive style and eagerly anticipated potential collaboration.…
“Did you sleep well, Jenarth?” Arthur held him and spoke softly. Jennifer noticed the chair on the floor. She walked over and carefully set it back on its feet. Arthur muttered, “Sorry.” “Arthur, you don’t have to apologize to me.” She pulled Jenarth gently in front of her. “Keep him company for a bit, okay?…
Arthur slammed his fist against the car door. The loud bang made Donald jump. He glanced back but stayed quiet. Arthur rolled down the window. The cool air helped clear his mind. Chloe had been gone for days now. The 80 million dollars hit her account right after the divorce. Was she already spending it…
A moment later, she hung up and shook her head. “What’s wrong, Mommy?” Robert looked up at her. “No interview,” Chloe said flatly. “They don’t need me anymore.” Robert frowned, feeling confused. “Huh…” Before she could explain, more calls came in. All from companies she’d been interested in. One was even from a manager. He…
If it weren’t for the child, Chloe would have been gone the moment she sensed the danger. If she moved, the truck would hit the girl. She didn’t dare imagine what would happen if a truck that size struck a small child. “Oh my god – there’s someone on the curb!” “Move! Get out of…
Bruce walked over with a small cake box and handed it respectfully to the old man. The old man looked surprised. “This is…” “It’s for the girl,” Bruce said kindly. The old man’s eyes grew wet. The little girl beamed. “Strawberry cake!” “Be more careful next time, alright?” Bruce smiled as he passed the cake…
The driver floored the gas without hesitation. “Ambush! Stay sharp!” Eugene’s voice was sharp. Bruce snapped to attention. The bulletproof windows whirred shut. He turned, about to ask, “Mr. Rosewood, do you need – ” but the question stuck in his throat the moment he saw the blood on Chloe’s face. “Go, go, go! Hurry…
A truck losing control on a busy street, heading straight for Chloe? No, someone was definitely targeting her. Two groups, two different targets. Each going after the other. “Mr. Rosewood, you should get your injury treated first,” Bruce suggested. Eugene snapped out of his thoughts and noticed the blood on his collar. Bruce thought he…
“Hear that?” Landon’s laughter echoed through the speaker. “Not that I didn’t try to help! Blame yourselves for challenging the wrong man. Would’ve been easier to follow the rules, but no – you had to make trouble. Now you’re finished…” Bruce hung up amid Landon’s laughter, his expression remaining calm as he walked away. *****…