7
My best friend held a bouquet of daisies, but
her face held a smile.
“Sarah, this is all I can do for you. Be happy.”
Ethan was sure I wasn’t dead.
“Tell me, where is Sarah?”
He grabbed her shoulder tightly, causing her
to cry out in pain.
“Let go of me, you jerk! You killed Sarah,
what else do you want?”
Ethan tightened his grip.
Scared that he’d ruin her job, she reluctantly
told the truth.
That day, I fainted after hitting my head
against the wall. I ran into my college senior. He was the one I’d been texting.
We initially agreed I’d leave in a week, then it
became two days.
He sensed my predicament and secretly kept
an eye on me.
That’s why he saved me at the Hilton Hotel.
My senior took me away and arranged for a
fake body to be created.
Mr. Zhou knew about it.
But my senior threatened him with his
company, forcing him to lie to Ethan, saying I
was dead.
After that, I went to Hong Kong with my
senior.
He was an investor in a dance studio and got
me a position there.
At first, people looked down on me for
getting in through the back door.
Until I showcased my dance skills on stage
and they were all conquered.
For two years, I practiced diligently, aiming to
win the Paris Dance Competition.
It was my mother’s wish.
My father accompanied her to Paris for the competition, and they both died in a plane
crash.
My senior supported my decision, silently
helping me.
A year later, I accepted an interview at the
awards ceremony.
My senior walked toward me with a bouquet
of “Angel’s Kiss“.
I knew his intentions.
The meaning of “Angel’s Kiss” is a hidden
love.
When he took out the blue diamond hidden in
It was a unique item from an auction years
ago, priceless.
We looked at each other and smiled.
We met in a college club.
At the club banquet, I was performing a folk
dance.
My senior played the piano for me.
He was captivated by my graceful moves and
fell in love at first sight.
At that time, my eyes were only on Ethan in
the audience.
On our wedding day, my senior still came,
offering his congratulations.
Before leaving, he looked at me deeply.
“Sarah, if this marriage doesn’t make you
happy, don’t be afraid to turn back, I’ll be
your warm haven.”
For some reason, I saved his number.
Now, I think perhaps I subconsciously
guessed the outcome with Ethan and left
myself a way out.
Halfway through putting on the ring, someone
knocked it off my finger.
“Sarah, you can’t marry him!”
Ethan looked at me, his eyes bloodshot.
“Sarah, you’re my wife, how can you marry
someone else?”
I looked at him, my expression cold.
“Sir, you’ve got the wrong person, I don’t
know you.”
Seeing my firm stance, Ethan softened his
voice.
“Sarah, I’m sorry, I misunderstood you, but
you knew the truth, why didn’t you tell me?
You know I love you, our decades–long
relationship shouldn’t end like this.”
My senior wisely retreated, dispersing the
crowd, wanting to give me space to deal with
this relationship.
I saw the paparazzi being chased away by my
senior’s people, and I felt there was no need
to pretend anymore.
Ethan thought his chance had come.
“Sarah, you admit it, can you forgive me?”
“Forgive? Ethan, I told you the truth, but you
never believed me.”
