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Shirley Campbell had attempted suicide 108 times in three years of marriage.
Waking again, she found herself on a hospital bed, her mind completely blank.
A middle–aged couple sat beside the bed.
Seeing her eyes open, they immediately frowned.
“When will you stop this nonsense?”
“If Timothy Mitchell hadn’t gotten drunk and stumbled into the wrong room that night, he’d have married Patricia Campbell instead,” the woman snapped impatiently.
“He doesn’t love you–no wonder he avoids coming home. Yet you threaten him with suicide over and over. All these years, did he ever visit you once during these attempts?”
“We’d have given up on you long ago if you weren’t our biological daughter,” the man sighed.
“You’ll never measure up to Patricia.”
Shirley stared at them, bewildered.
She had lost all her memories, didn’t even know who she was, and could only piece together a fragmented life from the scolding of this couple who claimed to be her parents.
She was originally the eldest daughter of the Campbell family, got lost and kidnapped as a child.
And when she was finally found, she discovered that her family had adopted a girl named Patricia.
Her parents, who should have doted on her, now had eyes only for their adopted daughter.
And the position that should have been hers was completely taken over by someone else.
Later, she fell in love with Timothy, president of the Mitchell Group, but that man’s heart was filled with Patricia.
Until that banquet, Timothy got drunk, entered the wrong room, and took her body.
After one reckless night, he had to marry her, yet reserved all his indifference and disgust for her.
Her parents didn’t love her; her husband didn’t love her either.
Trapped in this tormented existence, she saw no escape, resorting to repeated suicide attempts just to grasp their atten-
tion.
“Enough. We must return to prepare Patricia’s meal,” Mr. and Mrs. Campbell rose, their voices clipped.
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“Stay here and reflect on your actions.”
The moment the hospital door clicked shut, a sharp pain pierced Shirley’s chest.
Though her memories were gone, the crushing despair of being abandoned by the world felt hauntingly real.
How could parents shower affection on an adopted daughter while neglecting their own flesh and blood?
And that man Timothy….
He was the one who entered the wrong room.
He was the one who mistook her for someone else.
She dared not dwell on it.
Just hearing these unfamiliar past events made her heart ache like it was being cut by a blunt knife.
What about her former self? Facing day after day of being unloved by parents and ignored by her husband–how ut- terly hopeless that must have felt?
Shirley slowly pushed herself up and completed the hospital discharge procedures alone.
But standing at the hospital entrance, she had no idea where to go.
She couldn’t remember where her parents‘ home was, nor where Timothy’s home stood.
More tragically, neither home welcomed her.
Suddenly, commotion erupted at the hospital entrance.
Shirley looked up to see a tall, slim man walking briskly toward her, carrying a delicate figure in his arms.
The man wore a sharply tailored black suit, his shoulders impeccably straight, devastatingly handsome.
Every step carried an undeniable presence.
The girl in his arms was cradled with care, her pale face pressed against his chest.
His gaze as he looked down at her was piercingly tender, his tightening embrace radiating possessiveness.
Even his footsteps instinctively softened, afraid to jostle her.
“Move!”
His voice wasn’t loud, yet the onlookers instantly parted like the sea.
“My god, is that Timothy?” someone gasped behind her.
“Who else in Philadelphia commands such presence? So handsome it makes my legs go weak…”
Shirley froze.
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So this was her husband, Timothy.
He was holding her adopted sister Patricia in his arms.
As the man passed by her, his footsteps paused almost imperceptibly.
Those pitch–black eyes swept over her, cold like ice scraping against skin.
But in an instant, he averted his gaze and strode toward the emergency room with the person in his arms.
Shirley’s slender frame trembled slightly.
She didn’t follow, still wondering where she should go-
The next second, footsteps sounded behind her.
Turning around, she saw Timothy had returned.
He grabbed her wrist with enough force to make her wince.
“Are you RH–negative?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her toward the blood draw room.
“Patricia’s in critical condition after the car crash, and the hospital blood bank is running low. Go donate some blood for her.”
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