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What Is a Moon Without a Star?

On her wedding day, Fiona Starr’s life takes a dark turn when her husband’s friend commits suicide. Three years later, Mark Zimmer reveals his true nature by brutally torturing Fiona’s father and subjecting the pregnant Fiona to the same agony. After dying in a rat-infested basement, Fiona miraculously wakes up the day before her marriage. In this life, she is determined to reject the Starr family's live-in son-in-law and change her fate.
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Chapter 6

Fiona had called the police, and every suspect including Sue was taken to the precinct to assist with the investigation.

While Fiona stayed in her office and waited for the police report, the door was opened violently.

She sneered as she watched Noris stride up to her desk fearlessly and throw a mediation agreement at her.

"Mark doesn't want to see you, so he sent me," he said with a snort, but he was left watching as Fiona laughed coolly despite the document.

He shoved it in front of her, staring at her from head to toe pointedly as he scoffed, "Do you know what kind of women men like us hate the most? Women who get clingy! So know your place and let Mark have his two weeks of privacy, or else…"

He suddenly sprang to his feet, rolling up his sleeves as he growled, "He won't even look at you twice after you get married! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

With that, he left, not before noticing the single rose on Fiona's desk and snorting in amusement.

Through it all, he was no different from a clown in Fiona's eyes.

She wasn't going to marry Mark, so she couldn't care less about Noris' opinion.

It went without saying that Noris would never believe that.

And he had been a sycophant since he was a child, worshiping Mark like he was a god since they were kids.

Mark didn't fear the Starr family, so he also mindlessly emulated that too, somehow forgetting that he and Boris would be dead if not for the Starr family's intervention!

Fiona glanced at the mediation agreement on her desk and clenched her knuckles.

She was not giving in!

-

Fiona was just hanging up when her assistant entered, sighing. "Did you hear, Ms. Starr? Some bigshot must be chasing after Mark's assistant—they sent a ton of roses, and there were so many that her desk couldn't hold everything."

Then, noticing the rose on Fiona's desk, she pointed, "Oh, the roses look like just one too! Do you like it, Ms. Starr? I could order a bouquet to liven up this place…"

Fiona swept the rose off her desk without hesitation and calmly said, "No. I hate roses."

Soon, it was lunch hour, but she kept working.

She graduated from a prestigious university with scores as good as Mark's and had only stayed at home to take care of him, only for him to treat her like an ignorant housewife.

It was true that she was ignorant about certain matters—like blindly falling for Mark—but that didn't mean she was incompetent.

She went out to the pantry for some coffee, only to find Sue standing at the doorway, and she didn't appear surprised to see her.

As Mark and his cronies were not around, Sue's usually tearful eyes were glaring sharply and jealously at Fiona as she sneered. "Ms. Starr… You have a good family and good looks, so you have any man you want—why do you insist on taking Mark from me?"

Seeing that she wasn't playing the delicate maiden, Fiona simply stayed silent.

Seeing that, Sue moved closer while she kept looking around. "I was raised at an orphanage, until Mark came after his parents died. He isn't just handsome… He's smart and sharp, and even though he didn't like to talk, I was the only one who befriended him."

Pausing, Sue's eyes flashed viciously as she bellowed, "But your father took him away from me! Then, when I finally managed to get him back, you took him away from me again! I'll never let that happen—you're just born lucky, loser! You have no right!"

As she finished, she suddenly snatched Fiona's coffee out of her hands and splashed it on her face.

As she screamed, Mark promptly came running, completely ignoring Fiona as he scooped Sue up in his arms. "What happened?!"

"My face! It hurts so much!"

He quickly took her to the washroom, frantically checking her face.

Meanwhile, Fiona was just caught stunned for a moment, but she soon calmed down and threw the cup that Sue touched into the trash can.

As she turned, she found Mark standing there, glaring darkly at her.

She met his glare without flinching and scoffed, "What, do you want revenge? Just so you know, if I wanted to hurt her, it wouldn't just be a tiny cup of coffee."

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