The night before our wedding, Darrell fell off a building and died.

Everyone thought I would kill myself because of my deep love for him. But I didn't even shed a tear.

Three years later, I ran into him.

He was still alive, but he lost his memories.

"You were my fiancée? You look poor. I can let you serve me one day every week for old times' sake."

I didn't even bother to look at him.

He didn't know that I received a video the night he fell off the building.

Besides, I got married to his older brother when he was faking amnesia and traveling around the world with Joselyn.

No one in the room noticed I was standing at the door.

Someone asked, "Darrell, it's been 3 years. What are you gonna do with Cecelia?"

Darrell answered casually, "No rush. I'll marry Joselyn first."

Other people walked to him with grins.

"Cecelia got some nerve. She'll be struck dumb when she sees Darrell."

"I heard she had been living an awful life over the past 3 years. Without Darrell, she is no doubt a piece of trash."

Their voices dripped with sarcasm.

I was about to leave when someone saw me and called, "Cecelia?"

Everyone else turned to me.

The person who laughed loudest scratched his head with embarrassment and tried to smooth things over.

"Cecelia, Darrell is still alive, but he lost his memories. We are afraid that it'll be too much for you to bear, so we didn't tell you."

I cast them a disgusted glance. Before I could respond, Darrell looked me up and down and said, "You were my fiancée? You look poor. They told me you'd been worse off without me. Is that true?"

He was still so arrogant.

But I wouldn't put up with him anymore since my love for him had disappeared.

Getting no response from me, Darrell didn't get angry. He held Joselyn in his arms, turning his finger over her lips.

She held his hand with a smile and looked at me with a provocative expression.

"Cecelia, what happened to you? No wonder Darrell forgot you. No one can remember such an ordinary girl like you."

I knitted my brows and clenched my hands, feeling scorn for their cheeky confidence.

Darrell thought I was jealous, so he was smug.

"All right, don't be jealous. If you want to go back to me, you have to accept our relationship. Rest assured. I'll give you one day to be with me every week."

Hearing that, the others gathered around me and gloated.

"Cecelia, you get to be with Darrell for one day every week. He is still nice to you even though he doesn't remember you."

"You'll have a better life as they are satisfied with you. You must be sick of poverty. Then you have to seize the opportunity!"

Joselyn was leaning in Darrell's arms on the sofa, with part of her legs on the table.

She grunted.

"Cecelia, I'm Darrell's favorite now. You may feel injured, but you have no choice."

Darrell snorted. While admiring Joselyn's new nail paintings, he glanced at me with indifference.

"Why would she be? Since she's so crazy about me, she should feel happy to be with me even for only one day a week."

His words wrung my heart.

He felt like a stranger now.

But years ago, he loved me so much.

When I was spiking fevers, he left his work to give me constant care. He only cupped my face in his hands with affection and said, "I'll be willing to die for you as long as you can be safe and healthy."

The memories were still vivid, but the person in them had changed.

He changed dramatically.

I managed to calm down and look Darrell in the eye. Then, I showed them the wedding ring on my finger and tried to let my tone sound flat.

"You confused me for someone else.

"Besides, I'm married."

They fell silent and looked at each other with embarrassment. In the end, they burst into laughter.

Darrell raised his eyebrows and glanced at my ring in nonchalance.

"Married? Your husband must be poor.

"And the ring must be cheap. Did you say that to help me remember you?"

Then, he stood up quickly and pulled off my ring with force.

I had been exhausted from work, so I wasn't agile enough to stop that from happening.

Joselyn came over to scan the ring and then laughed.

"Darrell, do you remember your brother Tristan bought a pair of rings named Heart of Eternity in an auction in France 3 years ago? This ring looks like one of them.

"Is he Cecelia's husband?"

Joselyn looked sideways at me and fiddled with the ring. They were all intrigued.

It sounded absurd to them.

After all, Tristan Lawson was the first heir to the Lawson family. He was decisive and showed no mercy to his enemies. No one in the business world dared to offend him.

But he married a mysterious woman suddenly 3 years ago and was crazy about her.

The paparazzi tried digging but found nothing about his wife and his son.

"Cecelia, are you telling us that you are the mysterious woman?"

The sparkling ring was tossed in the air and then fell back to Joselyn's hand.

"The fake is well made. Who made it for you?"

I ran out of patience with their sneers.

"Don't touch my ring. It's real..."

Before I could finish my words, Darrell's slap turned my head sideways, and my cheek was burning.

"Cecelia, are you insane? Everyone knows that Tristan is in deep love with his wife. He never let anyone see her, not even me. How dare you pose as her!"

I licked my dried lips and turned my head slowly to meet Darrell's eye.

Maybe because my look was terrifying, Darrell frowned.

Joselyn got angry and pointed at me. "Cecelia, where is your conscience? Darrell had promised to give you one day every week. It's one thing that you don't cherish the opportunity, but it's another that you pose as his sister-in-law. Everyone in New York knows that Tristan has a soft spot for his wife. Are you trying to cause trouble for Darrell? How wicked you are!"

Her words reminded me of the bad things she had done to me.

In the past, Joselyn had to keep the upper hand all the time.

To break up Darrell and me, she even slandered me in front of him every day.

However, Darrell refused to believe her and punished her.

The man who had always been on my side was with Joselyn now.

He held Joselyn's hand and threw a stack of banknotes at my face.

"All right, stop pretending. I'll let you off for old times' sake. Take the money and go. It'll be enough for you to enjoy life for one month."

The notes cut my face, and blood seeped out. I ignored it and stared at Darrell.

A look of guilt and panic flickered across his face.

Seeing that, I gave a derisive laugh and bent over.

He looked scornful again.

"I thought you wouldn't take the money..."

The next second, he paused. Under his surprised gaze, I found the ring among the notes.

Darrell stopped me before I could leave the room.

"Why are you still pretending? With any note on the ground, you can buy dozens of cheap rings."

There were mixed emotions on his face, and I could tell one of them was anger.

But I didn't care. I slapped his hand away.

He didn't see it coming, so he gnashed his teeth.

"Good for you. No wonder they say poor people are usually bad-tempered. Joselyn and I are getting married in 3 days. Tristan will come back that day and attend my wedding with his wife. I dare you to come!"

When Joselyn heard the word "married", her eyes lit up. Then, she said, "Maybe she won't come for fear of being called out."

I was done with their scoffs, so I turned around to stride out and said, "I'll be there. I hope you can still be so confident."

When I breathed the fresh air outside the club, I finally felt much better.

I took out my phone and played the video I received 3 years ago.

In the video, Darrell was holding Joselyn with a casual grin.

"Cecelia is boring. I love her, but she can't give me what I want.

"I'll go back to her when I have enough fun. She'll make a good wife. But she may kill herself due to her love for me. So keep an eye on her."

When I got his death certificate, I did want to kill myself.

But his friends stopped me from doing that stupid thing.

Come to think of it, their crying sounded weird only because they were using it to suppress their urge to laugh.

I put away my phone and looked at the dim street lights.

Although Darrell didn't really die, he got out of my heart 3 years ago.

Three days later, I went to their wedding.

When Darrell saw me enter the wedding site, he looked relieved.

I took my eyes off him and was about to take a seat. But I was tripped by someone and fell to the 9-layer cake beside me.

The decorations on the cake fell with it. My fancy evening dress was covered in cream, and I became a sorry sight.

The wine glasses fell to the ground too. Glass fragments bounced and cut my face. Blood seeped out of my forehead.

A commotion sounded, and everyone's eyes were glued to me.

The cream blurred my vision. I struggled to get up, but someone pushed me before I could stand on my feet.

Joselyn snapped above me, "Cecelia, what are you doing? We invited you to our wedding out of kindness. It's one thing not to give us any wedding gift, but it's another to try to ruin our wedding. You are jealous, aren't you?"

Many people came because they heard that Tristan would come with his mysterious wife, so they took Darrell's side.

"I can't believe she dares to cause trouble at Tristan's brother's wedding! She's toast!"

"Look at the ring on her finger. It's like Heart of Eternity, the ring Tristan bought at a price 3 years ago. She's bold!"

"Everyone knows that Tristan is in deep love with his wife. What is she thinking of wearing a fake here?"

Darrell heard them too. He was so angry that his chest was heaving. He scowled at me.

"Cecelia, you are such a jinx! What did I see in you? Why are you still wearing that stupid ring? My brother can kill you."

Then, Darrell walked to me, pressed his foot against my ring finger, and turned his foot from side to side.

The sharp pains from it felt like knives to my heart.

Joselyn noticed I wanted to struggle, so she ordered some people to hold me.

I couldn't see or move, so I snarled, "Tristan is my husband!"

Darrell seemed to hear a joke and exploded into laughter. He kept hurting my finger with his foot and almost broke it.

"Why are you still lying? My brother is coming soon. He loves his wife so much. You're doomed."

Since Darrell didn't believe me, I felt despair. Then, I tried hard to struggle free, to no avail.

I thought with fury, "I will not let any of you off!"

Darrell turned his foot again, and the sound of my finger breaking was clear. I moaned in pain and felt my body was lighter.

Suddenly, everyone took their eyes off me. They stood up, straightened their clothes, and gazed at the entrance.

A waiter opened the door of the party hall. Followed by many people, Tristan came in with Dylan Lawson, our son.