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Chapter 6
After that, the two of them didn】 spare me a glance. They clutched the black card like it was a treasure and strutted out the door
In the following days, every news channel was flooded with updates about the miraculous return of Mrs. Jacobson &
Ons e crean, my sister sat poised in front of the cameras, draped in a designer gown, her smile an almost perfect imitation of Veronica’s signature grace k
*Thank you for your concern,” she said softly, with just the right hint of fragility. Tve been unwell lately. That day. I simply wanted to surprise Wallace, but I must’ve pushed myself too hard and fainted on the roadside.”
“Thankfully, I was saved by a kind couple who took me in. I’m so lucky to have returned safely.“*
She spoke delicately, her tone dripping with affection. “It may have been a false alarm, but Wallace’s love for me was real. I feel so blessed to be married to such a remarkable man.“%
Throughout the interview, Wallace never left her side.
Sometimes he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with infinite care. Other times, he handed her a cup of warm water with gentle insistence, as if afraid she might vanish again if he let go.
His gaze was tender. His touch, reverent. His every action screamed devotion.
The internet exploded.
“Mr. Jacobson is too caring–it’s almost unreal!“}
“He loves her so much. Two million dollars just to find her? I can’t imagine what he’d do if something actually happened to her.“} “This is the fairy tale everyone dreams of. Rich, handsome, loyal… Mr. Jacobson is perfection.”
“Honestly? I’m more jealous of the couple who saved her. Two Million Dollars.”
Public sentiment was overwhelmingly in their favor.
My sister became an overnight sensation.
And my parents… became heroes.&
Internet personalities, journalists, and bloggers lined up to interview them. Cameras followed them around. Reporters praised their “selfless kindness.“}
My parents played their parts flawlessly.
With practiced sincerity, my father looked into the camera and recalled:
“That night, it was raining. We were just trying to get home, and then we saw someone lying unconscious on the roadside. We didn’t know she was Mrs. Jacobson–we only wanted to help.“}
My mother chimed in sweetly:
“We couldn’t leave her like that, alone in the rain. We just did what anyone would’ve done.”
“And as for the reward… we truly never intended to accept it,” my father added modestly. “But Mr. Jacobson insisted. We couldn’t risk offending such a noble man.“@
They smiled with perfect humility.
Saints, on camera.
Behind closed doors? Devils in silk.§
The house was now overflowing with luxury goods. Designer clothes, gleaming watches, gold jewelry–everything you could imagine. The so–called “humble couple” had turned into rabid consumers overnight.
My sister was no better.”
She paraded around in her stolen identity, spending extravagantly as if she’d been born into wealth. From luxury boutiques to art auctions, she left no high–end event untouched.
She made it a point to attend every elite gathering, soaking in the compliments, the envy, the obsequious flattery. Wherever she went, she basked in her newfound status as “Mrs. Jacobson,” a smug smile constantly playing on her lips.}
But something didn’t add up.}
The real Veronica had always been reserved–elegant and low–key, rarely appearing in public.
Mary’s loud, showy behavior was a complete reversal of that. The contrast was glaring. Too glaring. And Wallace? The man known for his icy precision and zero tolerance for imperfection?
He didn’t just allow it–he seemed to encourage it.
Why?!
I thought maybe he was plotting something behind the scenes. Waiting for the right moment to strike.
But no matter how deeply I dug, I found nothing.”
No hidden moves. No secret investigations. No whispers of revenge.}
Instead, all evidence pointed to one undeniable fact-
Wallace was genuinely doting on my sister.
He took her shopping, gifted her priceless jewelry, even let her make executive decisions within the Jacobson Group. He smiled at her like she held his heart in her hands.
