Chapter 3

Raymond sneered, "I'll light up the sky with fireworks at your funeral for several days, just to celebrate your death!"

Celebrate her death.

Margaret's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, instantly shattered into pieces, each fragment soaked in blood, impossible to mend.

Raymond was ice-cold to her. He talked about her dying like it was nothing.

Margaret shot back, "Raymond, if you wanna marry Sarah, wait till I'm dead."

Raymond, the guy she had groomed herself, was snatched away by Sarah. She couldn't stomach it!

If pain was a must, then let all three of them suffer.

He gritted his teeth. "Margaret, one day you'll be begging me for a divorce!"

His icy stare cut through her, and then he slammed the door and stormed out.

She didn't sleep a wink, not because she didn't want to, but because she just couldn't.

Her mind was a mess of memories with Raymond. When they first met, he wouldn't even look her way.

To him, she was just some spoiled rich girl.

The more he ignored her, the more she wanted to win him over.

She threw everything she had at him, like status, power, money, and her heart, all in his face.

Finally, he gave in.

Margaret's mom, Nancy Wilson, thought he had a hidden agenda.

But Raymond swore he'd treat Margaret right for life.

First love made you dumb and reckless. To marry Raymond, she fought with Nancy, ran away, and even went on a hunger strike.

Marlon loved her too much. On day one of her hunger strike, he caved and agreed to the marriage, even convincing Nancy.

At the wedding, she beamed with joy. Compared to Raymond's calm, she looked like a warrior back from a victorious battle.

Thinking about the past made her heart ache like crazy.

It took her years to see her mom was right.

Margaret's tired eyes drifted to the window, watching the sky lighten from the dark.

On their wedding night, Raymond got a call and bolted. She waited from dusk till dawn, just like now.

She had no clue if he was with Sarah that night.

Her phone rang. She answered without a word.

Nancy's frantic voice pierced her ears. "Margaret, your dad just had a car accident, and the driver took off! Get home now!"

She was stunned. Marlon was in a car accident?

He had dementia and was in a wheelchair. How could he have been in a car accident?

Nancy's voice was urgent and desperate. "Margaret, did you hear me? There's no one here to help. I can't lift your dad. I can't get a cab, and he's bleeding a lot."

Nancy's voice was filled with panic and helplessness, not hearing Margaret's response.

Margaret said, "Mom, don't worry. I'll be right back."

Margaret didn't care about the divorce anymore. She flagged down a cab and rushed back to The Hughes Family villa.

Not far from the villa, the wheelchair was overturned on the side of the road. Nancy, wrapped in a woolen shawl, was holding her blood-soaked husband, Marlon.

Nancy was crying her heart out, her clothes stained with blood.

Raymond had fired the family driver and servants.

Nancy couldn't drive, so Margaret helped her lift Marlon into the car and sped to the hospital.

At the hospital, Marlon was put on a stretcher, and a bunch of medical staff rushed him into the operating room.

Nancy, as the family member, signed the papers. The nurse told them to pay up immediately so the surgery could start.

Margaret took her credit card to the payment counter. When she heard the bill was a million bucks, her heart skipped a beat.

She didn't have enough.

The staff at the counter, noticing her hesitation, rolled their eyes impatiently. "Are you paying or not? There's a line behind you. If you're paying, hand over your card. If not, move aside."