After my parents were mistakenly killed by the Palmers’ enemies, the boy from next door became the Palmers’ heir and brought me into his home. 

For the next ten years, he controlled me with his unhealthy obsession, manipulating me into marrying him by using my grandmother’s illness as leverage. 

Two months ago, fed up with my cold indifference, he found a woman who looked almost identical to me and started flaunting their affection in front of me. 

He sent me countless intimate photos, hoping to provoke a jealous reaction from me. 

I looked at them, said nothing, and instead picked up a paintbrush, covered in colors, and filled the walls with sunflowers. 

Today, the villa’s walls were almost completely covered in them, and my grandmother should be out of the hospital soon. 

Felix Palmer had promised to let me see her once she was discharged. 

In a good mood, I hummed a little tune, when I suddenly heard voices from outside. 

“Every night without fail, he stays here. Tonight, I’m going to give him a surprise and win him over!” 

The others eagerly agreed. “Darcy, once you’re the CEO’s wife, don’t forget about us!”