Just then, voices drifted from the rooftop..
“Didn’t you say Wyatt would do whatever you told him? Why isn’t he here yet?”
I froze at the rooftop door. Every drop of blood in my body seemed to solidify.
That raspy voice, that twisted laughter–it was the same man who had tortured me during the kidnapping in my previous life.
1 gripped Aidan’s hand tightly. He responded by holding mine even firmer.
“What’s the rush?” Olivia’s smug voice followed.
“He probably thinks Aubrey planned all this. Serves that bitch right to bleed a little!”
Wyatt’s body went rigid, and his face turned deathly pale.
A horrifying thought struck me–what if that kidnapping from my past life had also been orchestrated by Olivia?
The haze in my memory split open like lightning.
Back then, the kidnapper said, “You messed with the wrong person.” I had assumed he meant Wyatt. But now, it was clear he meant Olivia.
The thug’s crude laughter rang out again. “You’re useless. Even after registering your marriage, you couldn’t get a cent out of it!”
“Wyatt is just the Milton family’s lapdog. All the money is in that old man’s hands,” Olivia sneered.
“If it wasn’t for getting close to the Milton family-”
“Then why not seduce the old man himself? Be that woman’s stepmom!” the kidnapper howled with laughter, echoing across the rooftop.
Wyatt staggered back like someone had stabbed him in the chest.
The thug checked the time, then pulled out a phone and made a call.
Moments later, Wyatt’s phone began to vibrate.
He fumbled to retrieve it, the caller ID showing the thug’s number. But he couldn’t bring
himself to answer.
Five minutes later, sirens pierced the sky.
As the police swarmed in, Olivia’s demeanor changed instantly.
“Officer! I’m the victim here–I was kidnapped!” she cried.
“Victim, my ass!” The thug kicked her hard in the stomach.
“You’re the one who planned this whole scam, remember?!”
The police played the footage we had just recorded. Olivia’s face went utterly ashen as she was dragged away in cuffs.
Wyatt remained rooted to the spot, looking like his soul had been drained.
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That night, after Aldan and I returned home, we found Wyatt curled up in the shadows of
our porch.
His once polished, elite demeanor was gone. All that remained was a broken, haggard
shell.
“Aubrey…” His voice was hoarse. “.*
He looked like a man coated in a thick layer of ash, lifeless and gray.
“I’m sorry, Aubrey.”
I stared at him coldly. “If there’s nothing else, please leave.”
Just as I moved to shut the door, Wyatt braced himself against the frame.
Just five minutes. Please.”
“I’m sorry for what happened. I really thought… I thought you were bullying her…” His voice grew quieter with each word.
I laughed bitterly. “A stranger shows up, claims to be your distant cousin, and you believe her without checking anything? Were you just stupid, or always that easy for a woman to
manipulate?”
As I turned back inside, his phone suddenly rang.
The moment he answered, all the color drained from his face. His hand went limp, and the phone clattered to the floor.
A month later, one of the hotels under my name held its grand opening.
After the ribbon–cutting ceremony, I stood by the roadside, waiting for Aidan.
Suddenly, I heard the screech of tires.
A massive truck was hurtling toward me like a mad beast.
My legs went weak. I couldn’t move, and it was too late to run.
Then–a black car slammed into the truck.
The violent collision sent both vehicles veering off course. In an instant, they exploded into
flames.
Through the thick smoke, Olivia stumbled out, blood streaming down her face.
“You bitch! Why aren’t you dead yet?!”
The bodyguards swarmed and pinned her down instantly.
From the wrecked black car, Wyatt was pulled out, covered in blood.
In the hospital room, Wyatt slowly opened his eyes.
The moment he saw me, his eyes welled up with tears.
