Chapter 1
The golden boy lost his memory and hunted for his wife city wide. Everyone knew he was looking for me.
But the moment he walked through my door, I took a knife to my cheek.
Because I knew this was all fake.
In my past life, my childhood friend Ryder Kane lost his memory and showed up with a painting, saying I was his chosen wife.
On our wedding night he recovered his memory and frantically tore apart that painting. That’s when I saw the hidden layer.
A photo fell out–my adopted sister wearing lace lingerie beneath him.
But my adopted sister had already been forced to marry his terminally ill uncle as a good–luck bride.
She slit her wrists and died in the wedding car.
When Ryder got the news, one second he was sweet–talking me, the next he had his hundred bodyguards line up and enter my bridal chamber.
“You’re just a shield I used to protect Mia, but you shamelessly took Mia’s place twice! Fake, you’ll pay with your life!”
Ryder glued my eyelids shut with super glue, making me watch my own violation.
Every minute I had to say sorry sixty times–miss one and get slapped.
He turned my screams for help into music, amplifying it a hundred times until blood poured from all seven openings of my head.
On the third day, I died from his torture.
When I opened my eyes again and he approached with the painting, I slashed my face with a knife.
Just as I was about to speak, I saw Ryder calmly tear apart that painting himself and pull out the photo from the hidden layer.
Ryder’s eyes reddened as he looked at the photo in his hands, walking step by step toward Mia Sterling in her white dress.
“Mia, I’m here for you.”
He didn’t give me a single look, forcefully knocked me aside, then pulled Mia into his embrace.
I was knocked down by him, my cheek still bleeding continuously, staining the carpet by my feet red.
Everyone was shocked seeing Ryder destroy the painting he had treasured just a second before.
Someone muttered.
“How weird, the guy with the painting stops looking, and the girl in the painting disfigures herself on the spot…”
The next moment, that person was dragged aside by Ryder’s bodyguards for a beating.
“Didn’t you see the photo hidden inside that painting? That’s the person our boss keeps closest to his heart.”
“But Miss Mia Sterling is just the Winters family’s adopted daughter…”
The guy doing the beating spat.
“What adopted daughter? Before old man Winters died last month, he already found out–Ivy is just the maid’s daughter, Miss Mia Sterling is the real
heiress!”
“She and our boss are a perfect match!”
Mia trembled slightly in Ryder’s arms, her face showing shyness.
—Me Doturn: Eternal Remorse!
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Chapter 1
Ryder, wasn’t the bride you were looking for supposed to be my sister?”
There’s no one else. You’re the only one I’ve been looking for.”
He held Mia in his arms, finally giving me a look.
Disgust, anger, resentment, and a trace of secret satisfaction.
“Hiding your photo in the painting was because I worried bad guys might know in advance and hurt you. The painted woman was just your shield
The people around who originally came to congratulate me all changed their expressions.
“I knew it! How could our boss possibly like a maid’s daughter!”
“Ivy just slashed her own face, acting all pure like she didn’t want to marry. Ha, embarrassing now, right?”
People looking for ass–kissing opportunities didn’t care that I was still on the ground.
They stepped on me to crowd forward.
“Congratulations to our boss and Miss Sterling!”
Ryder glanced at me again, but didn’t see the devastation he’d imagined.
Instead there was a hint of… relief?
At this thought, he unconsciously spoke more harshly.
“Mia and I will have our wedding in three days. Everyone’s welcome to witness it.”
“Especially Miss Ivy Winters–you absolutely cannot miss it!”
With that, he swept Mia up and strode away.
The crowd scattered. I supported myself against the wall to stand up.
I’d barely taken two steps when my phone buzzed,
A call from an unknown number.
As soon as I answered, a deep but slightly weak voice came through.
“Have you thought about what I said?”
