My Fiance's Betrayal

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My fiancé fell in love with his intern secretary and insisted on breaking off our engagement.

I tried to advise him: "She can't help you become the heir of the Grant Family. You might as well wait until you take charge first."

The secretary felt humiliated and jumped to her death in public.

Five years later, the first thing he did as the heir was to divorce me, ruining my home and family.

"This is what you owe Lily."

When I woke up again, it was my twenty-second birthday banquet.

Everyone asked me what my wish was.

"I hope Marcus and Miss Blake... have a hundred years of harmony, grow old together."

1

I died on a rainy day.

Originally, I could see the mountain full of maple leaves, but Marcus couldn't wait.

I rolled down one step after another, blood flowing all over.

He still wasn't satisfied.

He pushed me down the stairs with his own hands, over and over.

I was in so much pain that I could hardly make a sound, but I stubbornly asked:

"Why...?"

I didn't understand.

Our families had always been on good terms, and we grew up as childhood sweethearts.

For over ten years, my family had been doing everything to help him get a foothold and become the heir.

But he set a trap, enticed my father into it, causing my family to go bankrupt, and my father died of a heart attack.

"Why, Marcus?" I held onto his clothes tightly.

Marcus's face turned frighteningly pale. It was obviously him who ruined my family, yet his expression looked as if I had wronged him.

"This is what you owe Lily." He gritted his teeth.

Lily?

Lily Blake?

The name was somewhat unfamiliar to me, so much so that it took some effort to recall it.

As well as the pure and delicate face behind the name.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Five years.

It turned out that in these five years, Marcus had never forgotten her.

It turned out that he blamed her death on me, blamed it on the entire Harper Corporation.

"Marcus, you're really a..."

Fool!

The last two words never made it out, as Marcus had already grabbed me tightly by the neck.

The air in my chest was slowly drained away.

Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

It looked just like the red leaves all over the mountain.

2

"Emily, are you having a headache again?"

The cold rain disappeared.

The hard floor disappeared.

The sky was clear and crisp, and guests were everywhere.

It was my twenty-second birthday banquet, also my engagement party with Marcus Grant.

Perhaps the heavens had mercy, with one blink and another, I was reborn.

Not only did I not die, but I went back to being twenty-two.

In that year, Harper Corporation was thriving, and my father made it to the top ten of the Forbes list.

In that year, Marcus and I were not yet engaged.

"There shouldn't be a headache." A voice behind me was gloating, "Yesterday, Marcus admitted in front of the media that that little secretary was his girlfriend."

My best friend was about to go over, but I stopped her.

It wasn't just acknowledging the girlfriend's identity.

Three months ago, he went to another place on business, was drugged by competitors, and to save him, Lily Blake spent a night with him.

Marcus suddenly recognized his true love and wanted to give her a proper status, to marry her.

Counting yesterday, they had been caught by the media three times.

"Emily, don't listen to the media's nonsense. You and Marcus have grown up together, all these years of feelings..."

I looked at my best friend and shook my head.

Her words came to an abrupt stop.

I knew what she was going to say.

A week ago, I woke up at home.

A week was enough for me to sort out what had happened in those five years.

"Emily." My friend suddenly reminded me, "Marcus is coming over."

3

I looked up and saw Marcus coming towards me, surrounded by a crowd.

The chatter behind him vanished immediately.

Marcus and I grew up together.

When we were five or six, our elders arranged a betrothal for us.

Whenever someone bullied me, he was the first to stand up for me.

When he made mistakes and was punished, I was the first to plead for him.

Before today, no one would doubt that I was Marcus's true love.

But today, on my twenty-second birthday, he brought another woman.

Lily Blake, frail and slender, leaned against him like a delicate white flower.

Marcus smiled, whispering something intimately in her ear.

She looked at me, her expression instantly turning panic-stricken and flustered, then took a few large steps forward.

She bowed ninety degrees to me.

4

Truly, it was exactly the same as in the last life.

Even the tear drop on her eyelash that was about to fall was the same.

In the last life, it was precisely this pitiful look of hers that bewitched Marcus.

Having been accustomed to marriages of convenience in big families since childhood, I never hoped for love.

Her appearance made my heart sour, but not enough to lose my senses.

Marcus wanted to break off the engagement, but I didn't cry or make a fuss, I just tried to give him some advice for the sake of our families' many years of friendship:

"Lily Blake is just an orphan, and has no work experience. Even if you..."

"But for marriage, Grandpa Grant will not agree, and it will only bring her trouble."

"Marcus, you might as well keep her outside for now, and in the future..."

I spoke cryptically:

"In the future, once you become the heir, wouldn't you have the final say?"

Just these few words, removed her troubles, yet brought a disaster upon myself.

5

In the last life, as soon as I saw Lily Blake bow, I hurried to help her up.

This time, I just watched coldly. Seeing that no one was paying her heed, she actually knelt down and started kowtowing to me.

Again and again, with loud thuds.

My friend tugged at my sleeve.

Today's guests were numerous, all looking this way.

I squeezed her hand.

What's the hurry?

"Lily!" Marcus's face didn't look too good.

In just a short while, Lily Blake's forehead was already bruised.

Coupled with her tearful eyes, it's truly pitiful to witness.

She turned to look at Marcus Grant, then looked at me, biting her lip, and continued to bow.

I leisurely picked up the wine glass from the table.

Suddenly, I became curious. How far could she go in her act?

6

That's right.

Lily Blake was pretending.

Her pitiful appearance was staged, and even her suicide jump in her past life was an act.

On the deserted rooftop, I personally heard her oriole-like voice.

Crying as she pleaded with a man:

"Brother, I'm an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would President Grant ever keep me in mind?"

"Brother, please help me once more, use another ploy!"

"Brother, Lily truly likes President Grant, but my identity wouldn't have his family agree to me marrying him."

"But President Grant initially promised to marry me, I must do something to make him feel guilty towards me."

"Brother, just help me one more time!"

"As long as I pretend to jump, President Grant will remember he owes me for a lifetime!"

What an act.

She deceived Marcus Grant, she deceived me.

She fooled all the media.

I once asked Marcus Grant why he was so focused on Lily Blake.

"I was born as the eldest son of the Grant Family, everyone flattered and praised me."

"They respect and love me, only due to my family's wealth and status."

"Even you, Emily, if I weren't the son of the Grant Family, would you still marry me?"

That question left me speechless back then.

If he and I didn't have matching family backgrounds, I wouldn't have grown up with him, let alone get engaged and even married.

"Only Lily, only she truly loves me, willing to sacrifice everything for me."

"Emily, how could I refuse such pure love?"

I was almost convinced by him.

As the daughter of the Harper Family, I have always been cautious in my words and actions.

I have to consider my parents, consider the family; indeed, I wouldn't easily sacrifice everything for someone.

We all overlooked another possibility.

Whether Marcus Grant was drugged or poisoned close to death.

Lily Blake had decided from the start.

To cling onto this high branch.

7

"Enough!" Marcus Grant shouted.

The surroundings fell silent.

Lily Blake shivered, raised her head tremulously, and looked at me expectantly.

The meaning was clear.

She ruined my engagement, made me a laughing stock in the circle, and felt very guilty.

If I don't speak, she absolutely won't stop.

Well.

Then keep going.

I gently raised my eyebrows, continuing to savor the wine in the glass.

Lily Blake gritted her teeth, bowed again intending to bow more.

Marcus Grant suddenly stepped forward, slap——

He swept away the wine glass from my hand.

"Emily Harper, don't be too excessive!"

8

"Emily Harper, is this the demeanor of the Harper Family?"

Marcus Grant's face was cold, shocking the surroundings into silence.

He pulled up Lily Blake, painfully caressed her forehead: "Emily Harper, apologize."

"If you apologize now, I'll pretend nothing happened."

I almost laughed out loud.

Blame it on my naivety back then.

After discovering Lily Blake's lie, I called Marcus Grant the same day, telling him everything I saw.

Urging him to be cautious of Lily Blake.

The next day, Lily Blake died.

Truly dead.

The media said she jumped off a building because she never got her rightful place.

Marcus Grant told me: "Luckily you reminded me, otherwise I'd have been deceived by her."

Afterward, this matter passed.

For so many years, I thought he had forgotten Lily Blake.

After all, he always hated being deceived the most.

Until his deathbed.

It turns out when he said "being deceived by her," he meant me.

9

"Emily Harper, are you mute?"

"Lily didn't do anything, I'm the one who wants to call off the engagement."

"Apologize to her, and I won't hold your actions against you."

I looked at Marcus Grant, involuntarily tugging at the corner of my lips.

It was my oversight.

Always thought he was smart.

"The elders are inside, aren't they?"

I turned to ask a passing waiter.

Elegantly, I walked inside.

Marcus Grant followed closely behind:

"What are you intending to do?"

"Going to complain?"

I didn't pay him any mind.

Even at the door, Marcus Grant was still close behind me:

"Emily, don't rely on being the daughter of the Harper Family to secure our engagement."

"I've promised to marry Lily, it's impossible to marry you."

I turned to look at Marcus Grant.

As he said, he was born an elite.

His life has been too smooth.

He simply doesn't understand what a capable wife means to him.

Probably my gaze was too cold, Marcus Grant froze for a moment.

Just in time to look towards the door, saying: "Emily, what's going on between you two, always inseparable?"

The room was filled with guests.

I bowed forward: "Grandpa Grant, today is my birthday, this junior wants to make a wish to you."

"Marcus Grant and Miss Blake are in love with each other, I truly envy them."

"I don't want to ruin their good marriage."

"Grandpa Grant, I want to call off the engagement with Marcus Grant…"

The room was instantly silent.