Chapter 2

When I woke up.

Fiona was rarely sitting by my bed.

She looked down at me, handed me a plastic bag with disdain.

The wounds still ached.

I looked down; it was full of broken jade bracelet pieces.

I was surprised Fiona didn’t throw them away.

"Asher asked me not to. If only you were half as sensible as him."

I rummaged through the shards, my heart sinking.

These were just fake replacements.

Expressionless, I pulled out the IV needle.

Asher suddenly appeared at the door, leisurely said, "Brother Jiang, your mother’s jade bracelet, I've returned it intact."

His words were taunting, his eyes flashing provocatively.

Ever since he came, Asher found me, the bodyguard, disagreeable.

When hungry, he'd send me 50 kilometers in the rain for roast duck.

In the middle of the night, he'd drag me out for their errands.

Repeatedly trying to destroy my mom’s last keepsake, just to make me leave.

I didn’t understand, wasn’t Fiona entirely devoted to him?

I was just a dog for Fiona to torment and train.

Why destroy my mom’s last fantasy?

Rage surged through me.

Ignoring my body's pain, I grabbed the fruit knife from the table.

I pressed it hard against Asher's neck, my voice icy cold.

"Return those pieces to me!"

Asher’s tears came like a startled rabbit’s: "Lili, I'm scared..."

No need for Asher to say more.

The next moment, my scalp was yanked hard.

The knife in my hand involuntarily cut Asher's shoulder.

Blood beads oozed out.

I was forced to look at Fiona.

But met with her extremely cold eyes.

Inside them was undisguised disgust, and a fleeting murderous intent.

She sneered, stabbing the fruit knife into my chest.

"Though you’re my husband, don’t forget who saved you back then! Do you want to experience being bitten by a lion again?"

"Thud!"

Blood gushed instantly!

My pupils shrank. I instinctively tried to pull her hand out, but she held it firmly.

"Don’t move… it’ll be over soon."

I gritted my teeth through the pain, my forehead veins bulging.

The woman rarely sounded comforting.

Enduring the pain, my gaze at Fiona was utterly indifferent.

At this moment, Fiona suddenly felt an inexplicable annoyance.

She carved out that piece of flesh bit by bit.

Blood flowed down my chest, staining my pants, and her hands red.

Fiona was satisfied, looking at the word on my chest—

"Fiona."

Just because I accidentally cut Asher,

Fiona personally carved a tattoo on me in revenge.

She tossed the fruit knife carelessly to the ground.

Fiona gently embraced Asher, soothing him softly: "It's okay, with me here, you won’t have a scar."

Asher immediately blushed, kissing her lips.

I coldly watched the wound on his shoulder.

If not bandaged soon, it might heal on its own.

They shamelessly kissed in front of me.

But over three years, I heard this misery countless times.

My phone vibrated.

My contract had entirely reached her hands.

The flight Fiona canceled was rebooked.

While entangled with Asher, Fiona subtly watched me from the corner of her eye.

Seeing the smile on my face she hadn’t seen for a long time.

A sense of discomfort rose again in her chest.

Before entering the bedroom, she coldly ordered: "Tomorrow, I’m throwing Asher a birthday party. You better show up!"

Amidst the intimate sounds from the bedroom,

I quickly searched the entire villa.

Finally, I found the jade bracelet pieces.

Carefully, I glued them back together.

I held it dearly in my arms.

Tomorrow, I’ll leave with you.