After a night of intoxicating chaos, pregnancy forced Marcus Chase and me into marriage.
Our married life became a tempest of shattered crockery and incessant turmoil.
We tormented each other into old age, only to succumb to grave illnesses.
On his deathbed, Marcus Chase clutched our son’s hand and whispered, “Had your mother not drugged me, how could I have betrayed my true love? Do not bury me beside her. In the next life, I shall not repeat this folly…”
And so, reborn.
No longer bound by his identity as heir to the Chase Group, he stormed into Summer Sue’s humble apartment and spirited her away, squandering a fortune on a secluded villa, a gilded cage for his captive beauty.
To forestall any unforeseen complications, he compelled the Chase Family to arrange my distant marriage to
the Northeast.
“Felicity, though you are but an adopted daughter to the Chase Family, if your heart is not in it, your mother would never compel you.“A troubled expression clouded Marcus‘ mother’s face.
“Your daughter is resigned to it.”
Upon hearing my acquiescence, Marcus Chase visibly exhaled, a breath of relief escaping his lips.
Subsequently, the grand wedding cortege commenced its mournful journey.
Yet, Marcus Chase, as if seized by madness, prostrated himself before the carriage, arms outstretched in supplication, weeping and imploring me to abandon the marriage.
“Felicity, do you truly consent to this union? Will you not, even now, reconsider?”
A labyrinth of emotions flickered within the depths of Marcus‘ mother’s eyes.
I wrung my fingers, my gaze drifting towards Marcus Chase, seated beside me.
He shifted his gaze indifferently, his coldness a stark denial of the lifetime we had shared.
I offered a compliant smile: “Your daughter is willing.”
Marcus‘ mother grasped my hand, her voice laced with pity,
“Good child, rest assured, this is merely a strategic marriage. A prenuptial agreement has already been drafted. In three years, once the cooperation between our families has stabilized, the engagement may be dissolved.”
Marcus Chase’s expression stiffened momentarily at these words, but he swiftly regained his composure.
I managed a bitter smile.
Was he so afraid that I would return to haunt him after three years?
He nearly lost his composure.
But that ill–fated entanglement with him in my past life was never my desire.
In those days, I was indeed in love with him.
This unacknowledged love, I buried it deep within my heart for a decade.
It was not until Marcus Chase, at Summer Sue’s birthday celebration, was drugged and, mistaking me for Summer Sue, crossed a forbidden line, after which, I discovered my pregnancy.
Thereafter, everything veered irrevocably off course.
The media, catching scent of the scandal, collectively besieged the entrance, awaiting the Chase Family’s
statement.
