The cold concrete floor pressed against my cheek as I screamed into the darkness. “Help! Someone’s trying to kill me! ” My voice cracked, raw from hours of begging.
Devon stood over me, laughing, and I finally understood how completely I’d been fooled. “You’ve stolen my company and murdered my father,” I sobbed. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have married you.
”
“Shut up, Devon,” he spat. Then he turned to his accomplice. “We’ll announce that Vivian couldn’t live with her disability. She killed herself.
”
I closed my eyes, preparing for death. But when I opened them, I was standing in my father’s living room, three years in the past. The sunlight streaming through the windows felt like a miracle. “Vivian, this is Mr.
Harrison’s son,” my father said, gesturing to a young man with a charming smile. “Devon is a top student. He can tutor you. ”
I remembered that day vividly.
I’d fallen for him at first sight, hiding my identity as the George family’s heiress to protect his pride. I made him general manager, gave him everything. And he repaid me by stealing it all and killing my father. This time, I’d take back what was mine.
The next morning at the office, Devon’s arrogance was on full display. “What’s with the attitude, Vivian? You’re such an idiot. I shouldn’t have given you the Scott Group’s project.
From now on, you’ll be Stella’s assistant. ”
His sycophants piled on. “You’re just a daughter of his driver. Mr.
Harrison pulled strings to get you into this company. It’s your honor to be Stella’s assistant. ”
I smiled coldly. “Your driver’s daughter?
Is that what you told them? Today, I’ll tell everyone who we really are. ”
Devon’s face paled, just for a moment. “If you keep this up, I won’t talk to you anymore.
”
“Mr. Harrison, you’re scared, aren’t you? ”
He recovered quickly, trying to send me off on a coffee errand as punishment. But when I returned with his drink, I dumped it directly over his head.
“Oops. My hands slipped. ”
The office erupted in outrage, but I simply walked out. “If there’s nothing else you need, I’ll get off work now.
”
Days passed, and Devon grew bolder. He tried to have me attacked, but I revealed my true identity to his hired thugs. “This is my wife, CEO of the George Group. Call her Mrs.
Scott. ”
When Devon attempted to use his connection with a local gangster named Frank to have me beaten, I exposed him. Frank turned on Devon instead, trashing his office. But Devon never learned.
He tried to bribe Colton Scott’s assistant at a bidding event, wasting every cent he had. I watched from the shadows as he groveled, knowing the real Colton Scott was already my ally. At the actual bidding, Devon showed up full of confidence. “Well, isn’t this Vivian?
Don’t get cocky. Devon used to run the George group for you. Now that you’re on your own, what can you possibly do? ”
Stella stood beside him, smug.
“She must be jealous of you. Stop clinging to Devon. ”
“You’re a legal representative now,” I told Stella calmly. “If Devon commits a crime, you’ll go to prison too.
He made you legal representative because he needs a scapegoat. ”
Stella laughed it off, but her expression flickered with doubt. The moment Colton Scott walked in, Devon rushed to greet him. “Mr.
Scott, nice to see you. I’ve studied your commercial cases—”
Colton cut him off. “I’m sorry, but I’m only his assistant. Mr.
Scott is elsewhere. ”
I stepped forward. “Haven’t you recognized me yet? ”
Devon’s face contorted.
“Vivian, how dare you impersonate Mr. Scott’s assistant? ”
“She didn’t impersonate anyone,” a voice said from behind. The real Colton Scott emerged, and Devon’s world collapsed.
“The Harrison group is on the blacklist. You can leave now. ”
Devon spent his remaining money trying to bribe what he thought was Colton’s assistant. By the time he discovered the truth, he was broke.
His bank accounts frozen, his credit destroyed. “Please beg Vivian for help,” Stella begged him later. “She’s soft-hearted. ”
“Never,” Devon spat.
“I’ll never give into her. ”
But then the loan sharks came knocking, and Devon showed up at my door, groveling. “Vivian, I’m here to beg for your forgiveness. I’ll do anything for you.
”
“Do you want me, or do you want my money? ” I asked. “Of course, I want you. ” But I saw the lie in his eyes.
“The George Group was built by my father,” I told him. “I run it now with my husband. You can work for a living like everyone else. ”
His mask slipped.
“Vivian, just go to hell. ”
Weeks passed. I thought I’d seen the last of them. But one night, Devon’s father Jay came crawling back, begging for mercy on Devon’s behalf.
When I refused, he attacked me. I fought him off, and in the chaos, Devon arrived—and in his desperation, he ran down his own father with my car. “Vivian, you killed my dad! ” he screamed, the lie already forming on his lips.
“You’ve brought this upon yourself,” I said as the police closed in. “The law will bring you to justice. ”
But Devon had one more card to play. He went after Colton, stabbing him in a reckless rage before the police finally arrested him for murder.
I rushed to the hospital, my heart shattering. Colton lay motionless on the operating table. “Please wake up,” I begged. “I’ll do anything.
I won’t be selfish anymore. ”
Days later, his eyes fluttered open. “Vivian,” he whispered. “You’re pressing on my wound,” he laughed weakly when I hugged him.
I laughed too, tears streaming down my face. “It’s all over now,” I said, pressing my hand to my belly. “From now on, the baby and I will always be with you. You’re going to be a father.
”
“I’ll always be with you,” he promised. And for the first time in three years, I believed it.
