"So what? What did I do wrong? I was abandoned as a child, while you enjoyed wealth and privilege. Why should I accept poverty?
In his eyes, you were always his daughter. But when I made one mistake, he dared to hit me.
I only treated him the way I was treated by my adoptive parents.
It’s all deserved. It’s all deserved.”
Gianna’s face twisted in rage, her expression grotesque, like a madwoman.
I wiped the tear from the corner of my eye and gave her a sarcastic smile before softly replying,
“Don’t get too smug. Evil will be repaid by evil.
Don’t think that just because you’ve been locked up, things will go easy for you. Do you know that money can solve many problems?
The days ahead will be your slow torment.”
I agreed to Robert’s proposal.
He was a very considerate person. He handled everything for the wedding—the venue, the ceremony.
It saved me a lot of trouble, and Jacob was right. Robert really was a good person.
Our wedding was grand. The entire business circle, along with reporters and friends, attended the ceremony.
Under the witness of the host, we declared our vows.
But during the ring exchange part,
Robert leaned in close, his voice full of tenderness as he whispered in my ear,
“Margaret, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Actually, when you were engaged, I wanted to interrupt the wedding.”
A sweet warmth stirred in my heart.
I reached out and completed this contract of hearts.
Afterward, Christian didn’t show up again. I heard that he was hit hard by the blow, and when he tried to make a comeback, he ended up bankrupt again.
With massive debts, he fled overseas.
All of that was none of my concern. My life would only continue to get more exciting.

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