Chapter 3Romantic Car Ride Gone Wrong

After hanging up, Channing had entered without me noticing.

“Whose call was that?”

I answered without emotion.

“The bank’s.”

Channing seemed to remember freezing my bank account, and his expression flickered with a hint of awkwardness.

“That incident last time was a lesson for you. I’ll have my assistant reactivate it tomorrow.”

A lesson?

I almost laughed.

I had spotted the bracelet first, and was about to pay when Chloe suddenly came over, wanting to snatch it.

Based on first-come, first-served, I had no reason to yield to her, so I simply swiped my card and bought it.

But the next day, Channing froze all my cards, and that bracelet was on Chloe's wrist.

I didn’t know where I went wrong. Perhaps, my mistake was being blind.

My eyes stung, and I clenched my palms tightly to suppress the overwhelming emotions.

If not for that incident, last night, because of that million dollars…

Channing was enraged by my soft laugh. A few seconds later, he must have thought of something, and his expression softened again.

“Chloe sprained her ankle, and she’s still shaken up, so it’s not convenient for her to live alone. So, I’ve temporarily had her move in.”

“You know, Chloe is my benefactor.”

Benefactor, always a benefactor.

Chloe was his savior, and I was just the woman who could be ignored.

I closed my eyes and gave a hoarse assent, not asking a single question.

Channing looked at me, seeming somewhat surprised that I agreed so easily.

But the next second, Chloe’s voice drew all his attention away.

“Ah—!”

Channing turned and left without a moment’s hesitation.

I watched his retreating figure, realizing he no longer resembled the man from seven years ago.

Two years of dating, five years of marriage; Channing and I had finally reached the end.

That night, I lay half-asleep, my hand on the urn beside the bed.

Tears soaked my pillowcase, weeping for the child who never got to be born, or for a marriage that had long since soured.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain jolted me awake.

I snapped my eyes open and saw Chloe standing by my bed.

The moonlight illuminated a malicious smile on her lips, like a venomous snake lurking.

The next second, she raised her hand, and a sharp needle instantly pierced my flesh.

“Ah!”

Bone-deep pain surged through me, and I cried out, my face losing all color from the agony.

Chloe immediately clamped her hand over my mouth, while her other hand kept stabbing needles into me.

“Die, just die!”

I struggled wildly. The next second, the needle plunged violently into my lower abdomen.

“Ugh!!!”

A desperate scream was stifled in my throat. My vision swam with black spots from the pain, and I barely had the strength to resist.

But a powerful will to live erupted with unprecedented force.

I fiercely pushed her away, and Chloe fell to the ground.

I opened my mouth to call for help, but she spoke first.

“Scarlett, did those men treat you well yesterday?”

My eyes widened instantly. A horrifying thought leaped to mind.

“It was you… you sent those men?”

My voice trembled. Nightmarish memories flooded over me like a tide.

“You looked so wanton in that video yesterday. Have you watched it yourself?”

Chloe slowly got up from the floor, speaking with malicious glee.

“I have all those videos. I advise you not to cross me.”

“Today was just a lesson. You’d better hand over the position of Mrs. Blackwood soon, otherwise…”