02
Yes, two lifetimes, because I’ve been reborn.
In
my past life, I encountered Hanson Gabe under the guise of a hospital amnesia case. His face, chiseled and enigmatic, seemed to hold secrets I was drawn to unravel. Bewitched by his allure, I took him into my home, offering him the sanctuary of my food, my clothes, and my bed.
To be honest, we did have a happy time together. It was so blissful that I believed love was everything. Hanson pretended he had amnesia from a car accident caused by a power struggle within his company. He used this time to secretly reorganize the Gabe Corporation from the shadows.
The day the Gabe family sent their entourage to retrieve Hanson, ten Rolls Royces glided into my dilapidated neighborhood like a parade of dark, gleaming monoliths. The luxurious convoy drew the eyes of every resident, their gazes riveted to the spectacle that unfolded before them.
I watched as Hanson changed into a tailored suit and put on a Rolex watch. He handed me care of him during this time.
a
check for 5 million dollars, thanking me for taking
Back then, I was completely in love with Hanson, thinking love was more important than anything. I refused the check, only wanting to be with him forever. I can still remember the look he gave me–a look you’d give to a stray dog on the street. Disdainful, confused, amused.
Later, Hanson unilaterally broke up with me. I couldn’t accept it and went to the media to expose our relationship during the time he pretended to have amnesia. Hanson gained a reputation for being heartless and cold. As publíc opinion grew, it caused turmoil in the Gabe Corporation, which had just come out of a power struggle.
In the end, Hanson proposed to me under pressure and married me. On the second day after our wedding, I saw on the front page of the newspaper that he spent the night at a hotel with a popular model. From then on, Hanson tortured me daily, saying that seeing me made him sick.
He even bought the media company I had exposed him to and revealed that I was the one who leaked the information. Overnight, I went from being a kind–hearted wife to a scheming gold–digger. Hanson’s cold violence and the online harassment eventually led to me developing depression, and I ultimately committed suicide at home.
