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I Let A Fraud Be With My Boyfriend

A decade of marriage between Samantha and Elliot Wendell was defined by bitterness and the shadow of a fake heiress's suicide. When an earthquake strikes, Elliot sacrifices himself, leaving Samantha with cryptic parting words before she also dies. Awakening in the past, she returns to the moment Elliot first presented her to the Dent family. To her shock, he suddenly lies about her lineage, refusing to acknowledge her as the rightful heir and setting a different fate in motion.
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Chapter 3

Over the next few days, I threw myself into preparing for a trip abroad.

Soon, I received an offer from a university overseas. I would be leaving next month.

It was the day before I was to leave, and I had just left the library. Right then, two bodyguards clad in black blocked my way.

“Ms. Kane, Mr. Wendell has requested your presence.”

I was forced into a car, which sped to our destination. It stopped at a skyscraper that overlooked the entire city, and I was led right to the top floor.

“Mr. Wendell is busy at the moment. Please wait here.”

The bodyguards brought me to a room before leaving me there and locking the door behind them.

The view from the room was fantastic, and one wall was completely made of glass.

I could see the city’s premier top-floor garden restaurant outside.

At this time, the whole place was brightly lit. Voices filled the place, as there was a huge birthday bash going on.

The star of the event was Celeste.

She was wearing a luxurious gown and was the center of attention.

Elliot was standing next to her and putting a tiara on her head while gazing at her tenderly.

I watched as he took Celeste’s hand and led her in the first dance of the night.

They spun around together and stood closely as they spoke in low voices to each other. Their intimate actions made them out to be the perfect couple.

The guests around them clapped, and their faces made it clear that they wished the couple well.

I suddenly felt like laughing. I wanted to mock myself from the previous timeline, who was so stubborn and unyielding.

I had forfeited my life for a man who did not love me. Was it worth it?

Unwilling to bear witness to this scene any longer, I closed my eyes.

Right then, I could see Elliot’s bloody and unrecognizable face in my mind again. In that earthquake in the previous timeline, he had protected me and strained his back in the process.

He hated me, but he still saved me.

What we had between us was like a gigantic web, which trapped me and rendered me immobile.

After goodness knew how long, the party seemed to come to an end.

Suddenly, the door behind me opened.

I turned around and saw Celeste standing there.

She wore a pleased smile on her face as she stepped toward me.

“Samantha Kane.” She stood before me and looked at me condescendingly.

“How does it feel to watch the person you love throwing me such a huge birthday bash?”

In an instant, I understood what was going on.

Elliot had not sent those bodyguards. It had been Celeste.

She wanted me to give up on Elliot completely.

However, there was no need for her to do such a thing. I had stopped having any feelings for him.

So, I only gave her a cold look.

My silence enraged her, and the smile on her face twisted.

“Do you think you can act all high and mighty by not saying anything? Let me tell you something, Samantha. You won’t ever get what doesn’t belong to you!”

Celeste moved closer to me and whispered, “Did you know? If you hadn’t shown up, I would’ve gotten engaged to Elliot ages ago! You ruined everything!”

“Are you done?” I said blandly. “If you’re done, please let me leave.”

Celeste was so infuriated by my response that her body trembled all over.

She suddenly pulled out a knife from her bag. It glinted under the light in the room.

At that moment, my heart clenched with fear.

“What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” Celeste chuckled as mania shone in her eyes. “I want to show Elliot the lengths you’ve forced me to! I want him to know that your existence causes me no end in grief!”

Before she could finish speaking, she held the knife up high and slashed her own arm with it.

She looked at me, the smirk on her face incongruous as she started shrieking.

“I’m begging you! I’ll give you anything you want! Why do you want to hurt me?”

Immediately, the sound of rushed footsteps came from outside.

Elliot was the first to burst in. He gathered Celeste in his arms with a grim expression.

She clung to him weakly, like some pitiful doll, as she pointed a trembling finger at me.

“Elliot, she said she’s the true daughter of the Dent family. She said I don’t deserve everything I have. She told me that I should die…”

Elliot’s eyes were raging with fiery rage as he looked up.

“Samantha,” he said icily, “didn’t I warn you to keep your ambitions in check? It’s Celeste’s birthday today. It should be a happy day for her, but you ruined it all!”

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