Chapter 3

"You just want money, right? I'll give it to you. After this, we have nothing to do with each other. Don't you dare regret it."

I smirked, pulling out my phone and sending him my account details right away. "Let everyone here be our witness. Transfer the money now!"

Pushed into a corner, Lucas was trembling with anger.

He immediately called his assistant to wire the funds.

Unfortunately for him, he hadn't fully taken over the family estate yet and simply didn't have that much liquid cash on hand.

Looking at the bank notification showing only one and a half million dollars, I clicked my tongue in disdain. "Can't even scrape together five million, yet you act like a big-shot player. Pathetic."

"Shut your mouth!" Chloe snapped, her composure shattering as she pointed a finger at me, looking completely unhinged. "The doctors said you'd never wake up! Did you expect Lucas to waste his entire life taking care of a vegetable?"

I clicked my tongue again, regarding her with disgust. "Drop the ugly face. It's hideous."

Chloe stiffened, caught between crying and screaming.

The sheer ugliness of her expression was painful to look at.

Lucas pulled her into his arms protectively, glaring at me with fury. "I'll wire the rest tomorrow. We are completely done after this. Don't you dare regret it!"

I let out a cold laugh and didn't hesitate. "I won't regret it."

A slow clap suddenly echoed through the crowd.

I looked up to see Julian Vance clapping with a half-smile on his face.

I pressed my lips together and turned my wheelchair around, intending to leave.

Before I could get far, Julian caught up with me.

"Three years in a coma, and you finally grew a brain?"

Hearing his teasing voice made my eyes sting.

Julian, the eldest son of the Vance family. Growing up, he was always razor-tongued and never let anyone off easy.

I used to think he hated me. Only after I died in my past life did I realize how wrong I was.

After my death, I learned that Julian was just a stubborn fool with a soft heart.

To avenge me, he ruthlessly destroyed my parents and Lucas.

He drove them into absolute ruin, and on the anniversary of my death, he completely lost his mind and ran them down with his car...

Remembering his agonizing despair in the end, my heart ached.

"Yeah. Sleeping for three years was enough time for my brain to fully develop."

I tried to keep my tone light, but by the end, a slight tremble crept into my voice.

Mourning all the time we had lost.

Julian pressed his lips together and pushed my wheelchair forward.

"Julian, do you need a wife?" Looking up at the moonlight, I asked softly. "What do you think of me?"

Julian stopped and looked at me with an unusually serious expression. "Are you joking?"

"Don't come crying to me in two days, begging to run back to Lucas."

Beneath his proud tone, there was a hint of vulnerability.

I couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Don't worry. I won't."

The next morning, looking down at the marriage certificate in my hands, I was still in a daze.

I hadn't expected Julian to be this impatient.

After our talk last night, he took me straight to his place, and first thing this morning, he dragged me to City Hall.

"We're legally married. It's too late for regrets," Julian said, snatching the papers from my hands when he saw me spacing out.

My lips curved into a warm smile. "No regrets!"

Before I could say anything else, my phone buzzed violently.

"Scarlett, wherever you are, get your ass back home right now!"

It was my father.

From his furious tone, he was clearly looking for blood.

"What happened?" Julian asked.

"I took money from Lucas yesterday. My dad's probably calling me back to scold me."

"Let's go then. I'd like to see who dares give Mrs. Vance a hard time."

The moment we reached the entrance to the living room, I could feel the hostile tension in the air.

As soon as we stepped through the door, a glass cup shattered right at my feet.