"Ms. Parrish, are you sure you wanna fake your death and live as your twin sister?"

Grace Parrish paused and then said firmly, "Yes."

The person on the other end seemed surprised, but he soon responded, "Alright, we'll be on it right away. It should take about 30 days."

After hanging up, Grace stood on the presidential suite terrace, gazing into the distant neon lights.

Right after she was born, her parents created a fake twin-sister identity for her, just so she could escape danger if needed.

Who would have thought? It became her tool to break free from the husband she once loved.

Suddenly, fireworks erupted in the sky, lighting up the entire night.

The live stream on her phone was flooded with envious comments.

"I'm watching Mr. Kaufman's fireworks show! Anyone else here?!"

"I heard Mr. Kaufman spent a fortune hiring experts to put together this fireworks show for his wife!"

"Wow, he's loaded, handsome, and super romantic! I wish I could be his wife..."

"Dream on. They've really been through thick and thin together. Not everyone can be Grace Parrish."

"Yeah, they make a perfect couple! People always say there's no true love among the rich, but this couple proves it wrong."

"He named an asteroid Grace last year and put on a fireworks show this year. What about the next year?"

Grace sneered as if to laugh at herself.

Everyone in town knew how much Antonio Kaufman loved Grace.

He even named the company after both of them.

When Grace was kidnapped, Antonio negotiated with the kidnappers alone, almost losing his life to save her.

Later, to help Grace recover, Antonio traveled the world searching for renowned doctors.

And he gathered a bunch of rare treasures just to please her.

They had known each other since puberty.

Back then, Antonio was the defiant rich boy, while Grace was the quiet yet strong-willed noble lady.

Later, his family suffered a downfall, and her parents passed away.

They supported each other through the tough times and eventually became the perfect couple that everyone envied.

However, three months ago, Grace stumbled upon his betrayal...

At this thought, Grace felt a sudden chill, her heart aching.

Then, a shawl was draped over her shoulders, carrying a faint scent of soap.

She turned around and saw Antonio's handsome face.

He pulled her close, cooing, "Silly girl, why are you out here? You'll catch a cold."

His gentle tone was full of concern.

They got inside. Antonio took out a velvet box.

Grace recognized it right away. It was a Patek Philippe pocket watch, which recently caused a stir by fetching a high price at an auction.

The watch face was etched with a photo of them embracing each other.

The inside of the back cover had an ancient inscription, with their initials engraved and connected by the symbol "&."

Antonio gazed at Grace, his eyes sparkling with deep affection.

"Grace, this represents my love. My heart pounds for you no matter in the past, present, or future."

His lips curled up slightly. "When we grow old, we'll pass it on to our children."

Grace stiffened in his embrace, feeling bitter.

Sadly, they wouldn't have a future, let alone children.

Just then, a phone rang.

Antonio let go of Grace, answering the call with an annoyed face, "Didn't I tell you? Tonight is my private time. Any business matters will have to wait until tomorrow."

But the caller seemed persistent, and Antonio's tone grew increasingly impatient.

Grace cut in, sounding like a considerate wife, "It's okay. You can go. Business comes first."

She must get used to being alone on Valentine's Day.

Antonio was surprised yet touched.

Reluctantly, he pecked on her forehead. "You're so understanding." Then, he grabbed his coat and left.

The room was quiet, with only the ticking of the clock.

Grace stared at the photo, lost in thought.

Finally, she closed the pocket watch.

By accident, she unlocked her phone, and it automatically switched to the next live stream.

There was a sudden knock at the door of a presidential suite with identical decorations.

Mylie Sparks appeared on screen, her face beaming with excitement.

"See? My honey is always at my service!"

Grace's heart skipped a beat.

She had guessed that Antonio was going to meet Mylie.

But she hadn't expected him to be so bold as to arrange for Mylie to stay right next door!

On the screen, Mylie ran barefoot toward the door, throwing herself into the visitor's arms. "Honey!"

The camera angle only showed his ankles.

Yet, Grace instantly recognized the visitor as Antonio, the very same man who had claimed he loved her five minutes ago.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments,

"Wow, so Mylie wasn't kidding. She does have a rich boyfriend!"

"So the 160,000 dollars she got as a Valentine's Day gift is real?!"

"No wonder she's been spotted splurging in malls and getting chauffeured in luxury cars..."

"That explains why she became famous so quickly!"

"Every couple is outdoing the last one on this Valentine's Day. I'm so jealous!"

On screen, the man let out a laugh, his voice husky.

"Why didn't you accept the money I gave you? Do you think it's not enough?"

Mylie giggled sweetly, "I don't want your money. I just want you to be here with me!

She added, "I even got you a gift. You can unwrap it yourself..."

Mylie led the man into the room, and they disappeared from view.

The chat went wild with excitement.

Grace felt as if her heart was bleeding.

Just then, a ringtone shattered the silence.

When she answered, no one spoke.

Only a few soft, almost imperceptible breaths came through.

Grace clutched the phone, her knuckles turning white. "Antonio," she said in a shaky voice.

All the noise on the other end vanished, replaced by Antonio's shallow breathing.

"Honey, it's me.

"It's nothing. I just missed you."

His voice was calm, laced with affection.

What a smooth liar.

Grace closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her cheek.

When the call ended, the man and woman appeared again in the livestream.

Mylie apologized in a sweet and pitiful voice, "I'm sorry. I accidentally pressed the button.

"Don't be angry. I will accept any punishment, okay?"

"I'll punish you right now then."

With a shriek, Mylie was swept off her feet, and they disappeared from view again.

Grace's eyelashes fluttered, and tears fell silently.

***

The next day, at an auction.

It seemed Antonio was trying to make up for his absence the night before, as he bid on a dozen priceless treasures for Grace.

Including the showstopper, a sapphire pendant called Endless Blue.

After dozens of intense bidding rounds, Grace felt exhausted and said, "Forget it."

But Antonio's eyes glinted with determination.

"Grace, if I want to give you something, no one can snatch it away."

Grace didn't respond.

When Antonio finally won the auction and eagerly presented it to her, she remained silent.

When Antonio's friend asked for the pendant saying that it was his mother's favorite, she remained silent too.

Antonio snorted in the car on the way back, "If that guy ever asks for anything again, just tell him to get lost."

He didn't notice Grace had her gaze fixed on the woman's image on the largest billboard outside.

The entire internet was buzzing about Mylie's mysterious boyfriend last night.

Yet Mylie seemed unfazed, continuing to share her happiness on social media,

"The punishment was severe, but I enjoyed it."

In the car, Antonio continued talking but received no response from Grace. He followed her gaze out the window, then froze.

At the same time, Grace turned her head, her gaze cold and sharp.

"You must be really happy for Mylie, right, Antonio?"

"What?"

Antonio stared at Grace, a hint of nervousness flashing across his eyes.

Grace pretended like she hadn't noticed anything off and continued, "You don't remember her? One of the students we sponsored.

"She's made her way into the entertainment industry and is doing quite well."

This was what disgusted Grace the most.

Mylie was one of the students they had sponsored years ago.

And now that ungrateful bitch was repaying her by stealing her man.

Antonio froze but then regained his usual calm composure.

With an indifferent glance at the billboard, he said, "I don't remember her. It's not like she's important."

Then, his gaze shifted back to Grace, regaining its affection.

Grace sneered secretly.

If she hadn't known better, she would've been fooled by his intense gaze once again.

Antonio had that kind of power.

When he looked at a woman with such focus, she would get lost in his smoking eyes and be convinced that he loved her deeply.

Not to mention he was so indifferent to everyone else, yet so passionate only with her.

In the end, Grace forced a smile and said nothing.

Antonio observed every little shift in Grace's expression.

She looked a bit tired, but nothing more. Finally, he sighed in silent relief.

After a while, Antonio distractedly fiddled with his phone, a faint smile on his lips.

He didn't notice that Grace was looking at the same page on her phone.

It was a post on social media from Mylie. "The pet misses her master."

The picture showed a pure white Samoyed.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of their house.

Antonio kissed Grace on the cheek, saying, "Rest at home. I need to go to the office for a bit, but I'll be back soon."

Grace nodded without saying anything.

As soon as his car left, Grace followed.

The Maybach pulled up at another villa in the same neighborhood.

Mylie had been waiting there, dressed in a seductive fox costume.

Around her neck was a striking collar.

She was overjoyed. "Master, you're finally here! Mylie's been waiting for you patiently."

Antonio said in a husky voice, his eyes glinting with desire, "Uh-huh, that's my girl."

With that, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.

Grace saw everything in the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

It felt like her heart had been torn apart.

Shaking, she visited Mylie's livestream.

As expected, Mylie didn't miss this chance to flaunt her date.

The comments flooded in, all asking about her mysterious boyfriend.

Mylie glanced at the man outside the screen, smiling silently.

Another viewer asked when she was joining the movie set.

Mylie replied, looking happy yet troubled, "I'm not filming for now, because someone doesn't want me to do any kissing scenes. He gets jealous."

As if to respond to her words, a man's hand appeared on the screen and playfully squeezed her cheek.

Mylie giggled, her eyes glinting with adoration, "Alright, I'll do as you say."

In the background, a Samoyed lazily passed by.

A brief flash of blue light appeared around its neck.

Grace froze instantly, blood rushing up to her head.

It seemed like Antonio really loved Mylie. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bought her a villa so close.

And Mylie was the reason he had gone to such lengths to buy Endless Blue.

What Grace didn't understand was why Antonio would bother with those sweet talks or have his friend ask for the pendant.

A mixture of rage and sadness rose in her throat, and Grace couldn't help but sob.

Soon, the livestream ended.

The next moment, Mylie was pressed against the thin curtain of the second-floor window of the villa.

The passionate scene cut through Grace's already broken heart.

She stared with wide eyes, trembling.

She wished she could die at that very moment.

Grace forced herself to return home and submerged herself in the bathtub.

The water gradually turned cold, but she didn't notice.

Half an hour later, she finally got out.

Without hesitation, Grace called a charity organization and donated the pocket watch and all the jewelry Antonio had given her.

She couldn't leave yet.

But she could start by getting rid of his things one by one!

The next day, Antonio rushed back, looking hurt and nervous.

"Grace, did I do something wrong? Why did you throw away the pocket watch?!"

What had he done wrong?

Antonio had cheated on Grace, yet he had the nerve to ask if he had done something wrong.

Grace struggled to keep herself from laughing.

She glanced at the faint hickeys under his collar and said in a calm voice, "You haven't done anything wrong. I'm just doing charity."

Antonio was relieved to hear that.

He had panicked when he'd first heard the news.

Just the thought of the possible consequences was enough to make him tremble.

Antonio shook off his unease, gently running his hand through Grace's long hair, his eyes soft with affection. "Grace, whatever you want to do, you have my support. But this pocket watch represents my love for you.

"Didn't we agree to pass it on to our children?

"So, I bought it back."

Antonio took out the pocket watch and placed it into Grace's palm.

"I've been too busy and haven't spent much time with you recently.

"From now on, I'll cancel my social engagements and stay at home with you, alright?"

True to his word, Antonio started staying home more.

He cooked and watched shows with Grace.

He even handled his work from the study.

At night, Antonio attempted to have intimacy with Grace, but she instinctively pulled away.

He froze in surprise. "What's wrong? I thought your period wasn't due yet."

Grace said, as casually as she could, "I'm just a bit tired."

Antonio's brow furrowed slightly.

Since her miscarriage, Grace's health had not been great, and he knew it.

Antonio skillfully massaged her temples.

Then, he went to fetch a bucket of hot water, rolled up his sleeves, and knelt in front of the sofa, gently massaging her feet.

Grace touched her throbbing forehead, a bitter smile on her face.

When it came to taking care of her, no one did it better than Antonio.

This habit of his had formed during their toughest times, the days when she supported him through his early struggles.

To this day, Antonio still peeled shrimp for her, dried her hair, carried her into and out of bed, and even put on her shoes.

All his habits remained the same.

But his heart had changed.

Antonio, unaware of Grace's thoughts, looked up at her, his eyes full of concern.

"Feeling better now? If not, I'll send for Dr. Zane."

"No need. I'm feeling much better now," she replied.

"I'll run you a bath. Taking a bath might be helpful."

Once Antonio turned away, Grace visited Mylie's social media page.

Mylie had posted several updates.

"The pet feels lonely."

"I miss you so much..."

They had only been apart for a few days, and Mylie couldn't stand it already.

Grace smirked.

Later that night, the storm outside raged with thunder and lightning.

Inside the bedroom, it was calm.

Grace curled into a ball, with Antonio holding her tightly from behind.

She lay there stiffly, enduring for a long time.

Just as she was about to break free, she saw a faint light flicker in the darkness.

Moments later, Antonio quietly released her, checked his phone, and softly got up.

Grace followed him quietly, her heart sinking.

In the dimly lit hall on the first floor stood a soaked woman, shivering from the rain.

Antonio was surprised and snapped, lowering his voice, "What are you doing here? How did you get my house password?"

Mylie turned around, her eyes lighting up. Without a second thought, she rushed to Antonio, hugging him tightly.

"I memorized it earlier.

"Honey, it's thundering outside. I'm so scared to be alone..."

Antonio's face remained cold.

He grabbed her wrist and said in an icy voice, "Did you forget what I said? You can do whatever you want, but not here!

"Get out. Now."

Mylie looked up at him, tears pouring down her face. "Don't be angry. I'll leave..."

She suddenly staggered, almost falling.

Antonio steadied Mylie with one hand, his eyes fixed on her ankle.

On her bare foot, there was a bloody wound.

Mylie bit her lip and started to sob.

"The thunder was terrifying. You haven't come to see me for days, and I was so scared...

"That's why I came to find you.

"I'll leave now. Please don't be upset..."

But Mylie didn't leave.

When Antonio was hesitant, she seized the moment and kissed him.

Antonio was instantly aroused.

He responded to her kiss, taking control.

Upstairs, Grace felt like the whole world was spinning. She had to grip the railing hard to prevent herself from falling.

She didn't know how long it had been when the two figures finally pulled apart.

Antonio texted on his phone while saying in a low voice, "I've arranged for someone to pick you up. Go home, okay?"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the room, revealing Grace's figure.

It was not the time to confront the truth, so Grace pretended like she had just stumbled upon it. Her voice sharp, she demanded, "What are you two doing?!"

Antonio was shocked, almost immediately pulling away from Mylie. "Grace! I can explain!"

His voice remained calm, though it trembled slightly.

"This crazy woman suddenly barged in, saying she needed help."

At that moment, Antonio's phone rang.

With a grim face, he coldly spoke into the phone, "Hamish, this is your mess. I can't clean it up for you!

"I need you to explain to my wife right now. If she misunderstands me, you're dead!"

Antonio turned the phone on speaker.

Hamish Pratt's nervous voice came through.

"Grace, are you there?

"Sorry, Mylie is my girlfriend. She lives in your neighborhood.

"She accidentally hurt herself tonight, so I told her to go to your place for the family doctor...

"Grace, this is all my fault. I'll come to apologize personally first thing tomorrow. Don't get angry with Antonio. He has nothing to do with it."

Grace listened expressionlessly.

She glanced at Mylie, whose lips were pursed with embarrassment.

Finally, Grace fixed her eyes on Antonio's pale face.

This man was so devious.

He'd even cooked up a story with Hamish in advance.

Grace had to admit he was good.

Antonio was an experienced businessman who could keep his composure even in the toughest negotiations, but now, he panicked for the first time.

Beneath his calm disguise was a thumping heart.

He secretly prayed to the heavens, and it seemed to have worked.

His beloved wife simply said, "I see. If it's just a misunderstanding, let's call it a day." Then, she turned back to her room.

Antonio signaled for Mylie to leave immediately before rushing upstairs.

"Grace, believe me. You're the only woman I love. I would never betray you like that.

"I might hurt everyone else, but I would never hurt you."

Grace remained eerily calm. "Alright, you don't need to explain. I believe you."

Antonio was stupefied. For the first time, he couldn't read his wife's mind.

The next morning, Hamish arrived early to beg for forgiveness as he promised.

He even organized a little gathering, practically begging Grace to show up.

At the club, Hamish raised a glass in front of everyone to apologize to Grace once again.

"Grace, please forgive me. I hope I didn't hurt your relationship with Antonio."

He turned to Mylie. "Mylie, you should apologize too."

Mylie picked up her glass and said, her eyes red, "I'm sorry, Grace. It's my fault."

With that, Mylie finished the drink.

Grace's lips curled into a faint smile. "How did you two meet?"

This question stumped Hamish.

Mylie replied, "We were introduced by friends."

With a meaningful glance at Antonio, Mylie continued, "I envy what you and Antonio have. You've loved each other for so many years."

Those words were meant to draw Antonio's attention, but he was focused entirely on peeling pine nuts for Grace, indifferent to everything else.

In fact, all night long, his eyes only had room for Grace, as if the others didn't even exist at all.

When someone offered Grace a drink, he would flatly warn, "Take it away. My wife's allergic to alcohol." He barely spared Mylie a glance.

The thought of that made Mylie feel a surge of anger.

She bit her lip and, in a fit of defiance, leaned close to Hamish's ear, whispering, "I'm not wearing anything underneath. Want to give it a try?"

With that, she quickly stood up, pulling the awkward Hamish out of the room.

Antonio paused slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

A minute later, he turned to Grace, saying, "Honey, I think I left my ring in the bathroom. I'll go get it."

He quickly left.

Grace smirked, grabbed her bag, and walked out.

Because she knew Antonio wouldn't be coming back!

As Grace passed the bathroom, she stumbled upon the most unbearable scene.

Grace didn't know how she got home eventually.

She only remembered that in the torrential rain, her heart died again and again.

In confusion, she heard someone blame himself and call her name repeatedly.

Three days later, with Antonio's careful care, Grace's high fever finally subsided.

Antonio was excited, but then he noticed how pale and emaciated her face was, and he became distressed again.

"Honey, get some more rest. I'll make you a fish dish, and then you can take your medicine."

After Antonio disappeared from the room, Grace looked toward the door, feeling sad.

Whenever she fell ill, Antonio would always make her a fish dish.

The tender fish meat, which he claimed to contain his deep love for her, would always warm her heart.

Grace knew that over these days, Antonio had been taking care of her without a moment's rest.

Because he had grown stubble, and there were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes.

She would've been touched if Antonio wasn't the person responsible for her pain.

After taking a few bites of food, Grace said, not wanting to see him, "I'm feeling better now. You should get some rest yourself."

Antonio looked down at himself and replied, "Hmm, I'll take a shower. I'll be right back!"

Just as Grace was in a daze, several text messages flooded in.

They were from Mylie.

"Grace, are you feeling better?"

"Did you like the fish I cook?"

"These past few days, Antonio has been taking care of you, and I've been taking care of him."

"I couldn't bear to see him do this all on his own, so I helped him. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Grace pressed her chest, suddenly feeling nauseous.

But she received more texts from Mylie.

"By the way, I left a small gift for you."

"It's in the dark-colored trousers Antonio wore today. Remember to check it out."

Grace tremblingly searched inside the trousers, and when she found that thing, she could barely stand.

It was a pregnancy test strip.

The result was positive.

Just then, Mylie called, her arrogant voice ringing out.

"Grace, you saw everything at the club the other night, didn't you?

"Why are you pretending nothing had happened?

"Thank you for sponsoring my college studies and funding my future.

"That's how I met my true love. We're having a child.

"Right, you once asked about how we met.

"Well, to thank you for your financial support, I'll tell you."

Through her triumphant voice, Grace learned everything.

A year ago, Grace had a miscarriage.

Antonio, equally in pain, refrained from having intimacy with Grace and drowned his sorrow in alcohol at the club instead.

That was when Mylie dressed herself like Grace and swooped in to seduce him.

At first, Antonio coldly pushed her away.

However, Mylie wrapped herself around him, enticing him, "It's okay. I want to do it. I won't ask for anything in return. Consider it as doing me a favor. Give it to me..."

From then on, they started to fool around with each other.

At this moment, Grace's heart ached with such intensity that she could hardly breathe.

Hatred surged within her.

In a frenzy, she smashed her phone on the floor.

Her heart died in that instant.

When Grace finally recovered from her severe illness, there were only ten days left until her fake death.

She had been told about a detailed plan over the phone.

Soon, Grace would be able to escape from here by faking a car accident.

On Grace's birthday, Antonio mysteriously took her to the harbor, where a brand-new yacht sparkled under the sunlight.

It was the gift he was giving her, named Forever Grace.

Then, with a smile, Antonio took Grace's hand and led her aboard the yacht, taking her to an island.

As soon as she stepped off the yacht, Grace froze.

The island was covered with lilies of the valley, her favorite.

At night, grand fireworks exploded in the sky.

Antonio appeared amidst the cheers of all his friends.

He wore a suit, exuding an air of elegance and nobility.

His intense gaze was fixated on Grace as always.

It was like she was the only thing that mattered in this world.

Antonio came up to Grace, took out a ring, and said, "Grace, I promised to give you a diamond ring every year.

"This is the one for this year."

He curved his lips into a charming smile, his eyes glinting with affection.

The crowd started cheering.

"Antonio really loves Grace. He literally spoils her rotten!"

"Yeah, no doubt! Antonio even has Grace's birthday as his car license number!"

They had no idea that Grace didn't feel anything when she watched him put the new ring on her finger.

It was time to make a wish.

Antonio gazed at Grace, finding her usual cool features soft at this moment. "Grace, may all your wishes come true," he said.

Grace opened her eyes and smiled faintly.

Antonio probably thought she'd made the same wish as before.

He didn't know that her birthday wish for this year was to escape from him!

After a day of ups and downs, Grace went to bed.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a text message.

Mylie had sent two words, "Come out."

Grace threw on a coat and walked unsteadily to the beach.

To her surprise, the same place where they had celebrated her birthday was now hosting a wedding!

The groom, the guests, and the decorations hadn't changed...

Only the bride, who was holding a bouquet of lilies of the valley, was Mylie instead of her.

Everyone seemed to have known about this all along.

Antonio's friends were cheering, "Come on, let's all toast Antonio!"

"Congrats, Antonio!"

"Antonio, you're such a lucky man!"

"Antonio, I really envy you. You have such a wonderful girl by your side, and your wife doesn't know anything at all!"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The carefree smile melted away from Antonio's face, replaced by a stern look as he demanded, "Everyone better watch what they say."

He added, "If anyone lets it slip in front of Grace, I'll make them disappear right here."

Everyone exchanged looks, stunned into silence.

Hamish quickly stepped in to ease the tension, "Antonio, relax. If anyone dares to talk nonsense, I'll make sure they pay!"

Antonio's expression finally softened a bit.

Soon, the mood became lively again.

Amidst the cheers, Antonio and Mylie kissed and exchanged rings.

They did everything a newlywed couple would do.

Finally, the crowd began to disperse.

Grace still stood there silently, watching her husband place another woman on the dining table and lift her dress.

Mylie clung to him, smiling at Grace triumphantly.

She whispered in Antonio's ear, "Thank you for the wedding and the island. I love this."

Antonio replied gently, "It's a gift for the child you're carrying."

Soon, Mylie was coming. She held him tightly, trembling.

"Antonio, I never dared to wish for much. As long as you let me love you, I will feel... happy."

Her voice carried a mixture of pleading, pain, and pleasure.

Antonio smiled playfully as he came in and out of her body.

"As I said, as long as you behave, I can give you everything except a title."

"What about... love?"

Antonio's lips curled in disdain as he bumped into her harder. "You can have it, of course."

What he didn't know was that Grace had been watching all of this the whole time.

Since that day, Mylie no longer concealed her ambition and began relentlessly harassing Grace.

She sent provocative text messages again and again.

"You know what? Every time he makes love with me, he growls my name."

"Does he do that with you, too? Call out my name?"

"Oh no, I shouldn't have asked that. He probably hasn't touched you in a long time, right?"

"He says only I can make him feel satisfied. You can't meet his needs."

Mylie also sent a series of photos.

Some showed her belly with a tattoo of Antonio's name, some showed hickeys on her skin, and some showed a man's hand caressing her pregnant belly...

The most disgusting thing was that Mylie even mailed Grace a dress stained with evidence of their intimacy.

Grace sneered to dismiss all of this.

Her heart had long gone numb, so she couldn't feel pain anymore.

In three days, Grace would finally be free of this torment.

She didn't throw anything out of the house.

Instead, Grace developed and enlarged their wedding photo, hanging it in the most prominent spot.

She wanted Antonio to see her everywhere but couldn't reach her.

Grace planned to stage an "accident" in which she would die because of him.

Antonio would regret everything he did, but it would be too late. He would have to live in guilt for the rest of his life.

Once everything was set, Grace stared at the calendar, lost in thought.

Antonio suddenly hugged her from behind, his face rubbing against her neck.

"Honey, what's the significance of the date three days from now? You've marked it."

Grace barely suppressed herself from pulling away, whispering, "It's my parents' memorial day."

Antonio froze, turning her to face him. "You've lost so much weight these past six months. Your parents will be angry with me."

Suddenly, he changed the subject, his eyes glinting with desire, "We haven't made out for a long time. Now that your cold is gone..."

Antonio had tried to have intimacy with Grace several times, but each time she had either been sick or on her period.

Right now, he wanted her badly.

Grace tensed up, every cell resisting, desperately searching for an excuse to refuse.

However, Antonio had already picked her up, gently placing her on the bed.

Just as Grace was about to push him away, Antonio suddenly paused, his voice trembling.

"Grace, why did you remove your tattoo?

"Didn't we agree to carry each other's name until we grow old?"

"Because just the thought of you fooling around with another woman with my name on your body makes me sick!"

Grace nearly blurted it out.

But with only three days left, she couldn't afford to jeopardize everything now.

So, Grace suppressed her disgust and said, "I had it removed to get a new one."

She added, "I was planning to give you a surprise."

"Is that so?"

Antonio should have been relieved.

But for some reason, he felt a lingering unease.

It felt as though he was about to lose her...

Grace took the opportunity to stand up and put some distance between them.

"Do you remember this hourglass? I found it while cleaning today."

"Mm, back then, you were reading a novel about the desert and felt so melancholic." Recalling the past, Antonio couldn't help but smile. "So I took you to the real dessert and collected this sand."

Grace asked, "So, does your heart still feel the same as before?"

Without thinking, Antonio quickly replied, "Yes, just like before. It's never changed!"

Grace allowed him to kiss the back of her hand, gazed at him intently, then smiled faintly.

That smile succeeded in dispelling the worry in Antonio's eyes.

He froze for a moment.

Today, Grace seemed unusually cheerful and talkative.

As long as she was happy, he was happy.

Antonio glanced at the prominent wedding photo again and told himself that he probably was just overthinking.

With that thought, his furrowed brow relaxed.

Three days passed, and the day of departure finally arrived.

Antonio had promised to accompany Grace, but just before they left, Mylie called him away.

Mylie knew what day it was and still summoned Antonio, intentionally provoking Grace.

Little did Mylie know this was exactly what Grace wanted.

In the afternoon, Mylie sent Grace another message.

It was a picture of them shopping for baby supplies together.

Instead of staying silent, Grace called her this time.

Mylie, who had been excitedly picking out baby clothes, glanced down at the incoming call and froze.

For days, Grace hadn't shown any reaction to her provocations.

Why was Grace suddenly calling her?​

Mylie frowned, glanced at Antonio, who was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine, and walked to a distant corner to answer.

She heard Grace's cold voice.

"Mylie, why do you have to push me? I'll haunt you even in death!"

Mylie's expression immediately changed. "Grace, are you trying to scare me?!"

The next second, a loud crashing sound came through, startling Mylie.

Meanwhile, Grace watched the distant flames rising into the sky, slammed her phone down onto the ground, and put on her sunglasses.

The professionals would deal with the rest.

In the helicopter, Grace looked back at the city she had lived in for decades.

Goodbye, Antonio.

Goodbye, Astonburg.

From today on, Grace was dead.

She would embrace her new life as her twin sister, Alison Parrish.