Melody’s face had turned deathly pale.
What terrified her most wasn’t Ryan’s words, but Marcus’s reaction.
Melody had never felt so shaken before.
She had always been confident in her place in Marcus’s heart. She believed Marcus had no feelings for his wife.
But Marcus’s response now was a harsh slap to her face.
She even had the absurd thought–perhaps Marcus had never truly loved her at all.
As Ryan said, Marcus was just using her to find a “clean” version of someone who had never betrayed him.
Not Melody Song herself.
Melody stumbled backwards, tears streaming down her face.
She turned to leave in a huff.
Marcus didn’t stop her. He just kept smoking.
Melody paused, looking back at him in disbelief.
Her voice trembled, “Marcus, are you abandoning me?”
Marcus laughed, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“Don’t make this difficult. Go back and wait for now. I’m not in the mood to play your little ‘chase me‘ game.
As he spoke, Marcus glanced down at the ring on his finger, looking somewhat dazed.
“I have to find her. I can’t let her leave.”
Melody’s breathing quickened.
She clearly heard the undisguised sorrow and loss in Marcus’s voice.
She had to admit, she was jealous.
At first, Melody truly hadn’t intended to be with Marcus.
But later on, she had genuinely fallon for him.
Now here she was, the man’s mistress, jealous of his lawful wife.
The plane landed in a beautiful, peaceful country.
A tall young man with a scar on his face was waiting at the airport.
I stopped in my tracks. “Brother.”
The man flashed a bright smile,
(Soy
So you do remember me. I thought you’d forgotten.”
This was t 01 – Jack. He was the other orphan chosen by the Holt family along
with me years ago.
Most people only knew him as 01, but I remembered his real name was Jack Yates.
He also knew my true name – Joy Lee.
“Olivia Reed” was the false Identity Grandfather had given me
I knew Jack was the one behind those anonymous text messages.
My eyes grew misty
Back then, I had watched helplessly as Grandfather threw Jack into the sea.
For a long time, I believed Jack was dead.
Jack took our luggage, his expression tightening as he noticed the bandages on my right hand.
I instinctively tried to pull my hand back.
Avoiding his gaze, I said hoarsely, “I cut myself while cooking.”
Jack didn’t press further. He just silently loaded the luggage.
As he started the car, he glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
That look was as complex as a bottomless ocean,
It reminded me of how, in our youth, Jack would stubbornly and calmly shield me from the instructor’s beatings.
The car wound up a mountain road.
Lily had fallen asleep in my arms.
When I was thrown into the sea that day, some local fishermen rescued me,” Jack suddenly said.
Sunlight streamed through the car window, Bluminating the scar on his brow
He had gotten that scar taking a knife for me years ago.
*Joy, don’t be softhearted. Not with Grandfather, and not with Marcus.”
Jack and I both knew that Grandfather had me undergo plastic surgery and marry Marcus in order to have Marcus destroy his own weakness with his own hands.
Jack abruptly hit the brakes.
