Chapter 3Love Money, Not Men

Over the past month, Martin rarely returned home.

Every single time he came back, he went straight to the study.

On the rare occasions I actually managed to see him, I behaved obediently. Not only did I prepare his favorite fruits, but I also personally ironed his clothes.

No matter what I talked to him about, I never mentioned a single word about Julia.

Meanwhile, I received messages from Julia every single day, filled with details about the things Martin did with her.

There were photos of them watching movies, walking dogs together, kissing, and even bedroom photos.

I replied to every single message, and I even offered her my blessings.

Such replies probably gave Julia confidence, so she posted a joint photo of herself and Martin directly onto social media.

The people in our social circle were completely stunned when they saw this picture. They never expected that I would endure things to such an extent.

In fact, several people even specifically approached Martin to ask how they could get their own wives to act the same way.

Yet, hearing these people's words, Martin did not feel a single bit of happiness.

I was just too obedient, so obedient that I looked like a completely different person from the Anna in his memory.

He even suspected for a moment whether the current me was a different person altogether.

However, every time he saw the way I looked at him, the doubts in his heart dissolved.

Perhaps it was simply because I loved him so much that I was willing to believe absolutely anything he said.

Thinking this way, Martin once again dismissed his suspicions.

The next day, Martin suddenly came back to pick me up.

"Anna, come with me. Julia has something she wants your help with."

Though I felt a bit surprised, I didn't say anything and followed Martin into the car.

To my surprise, he actually brought me to a bridal shop.

When we got married, this was exactly where I tried on my wedding dress.

Except now, the wedding dress was being worn by Julia.

Hilariously, not only was the bridal shop the same for her and me, but even the wedding dress was identical.

From my memories, I recalled that Martin had this wedding dress custom-made for me back then, and he had called it a special gift for me.

I never expected that this gift would one day be given to someone else as well.

The moment Julia saw me, she reached out to link her arm with mine. "Anna, Martin said you'd so kindly allow me to fulfill this tiny little birthday wish of mine."

Saying that, she looked toward Martin as if seeking help.

Then, she lowered her head, pretending to be pathetic. "Don't worry, I'm aware and won't have thoughts I shouldn't have."

Hearing this, Martin glared at me.

It was as if I were the one who had committed a heinous crime.

Yet, I had clearly done absolutely nothing.

Julia lifted the hem of her gown. "I know this is your wedding dress, so I wanted to ask for your opinion. Can you give this wedding dress to me?"

Hearing this, I only found it ridiculous.

I looked straight into Julia's eyes, and she did not flinch.

I knew exactly what she meant by those words.

She didn't just want this wedding dress Martin had custom-made for me, but rather, my position as donna.

Martin did not give me a chance to speak. He reached out directly and pulled Julia over. "Of course you can. Anna only wore this wedding dress once for our wedding. It'll be a waste to leave it sitting there.

"Besides, Anna is very kind and will definitely fulfill your wish. Right, Anna?"

Martin spoke with absolute certainty, leaving me zero opportunity to back out.

I smiled faintly, reached out, and helped Julia adjust her bridal veil.

Lowering my head, I saw that the hem of the dress was clearly a bit too long for Julia.

"Martin is right.

"I heard your wedding is set for the first of next month. I will be there. I will even prepare a surprise for you both."

Julia still wanted to provoke me. "But if you come, what will people say?"

I smiled, completely unbothered. "That's their opinion. I trust Martin and you completely.

"Besides, attending Martin's wedding as a guest is a first-time experience for me. I don't want to miss it."

Julia was left speechless.

I lowered my head to continue adjusting the veil for Julia when I suddenly noticed my English initials on the veil.

A.

Hardening my heart, I pulled the veil straight off.

Julia was caught completely off guard.

She let out a cry of pain and immediately retreated to Martin's side, looking at me with a pitiful expression. "Anna, what are you doing? This wedding dress and veil are already out of print. By taking away the veil, you've ruined the entire look of this wedding dress."

Seeing that I hadn't reacted, she continued to act aggrieved. "If you didn't want to give this wedding dress to me, you could have just said so. Why did you have to humiliate me like this?"

Hearing this, Martin's face darkened completely as well.

He protected Julia in his arms as if she were a precious treasure, accusing me, "Anna, what are you doing? This is just a birthday wish of Julia's, and you can't even tolerate it?

"We, the Clark family, do not need a petty and vicious donna like you!"

Seeing that I remained silent, he let out another sigh, speaking as if he were granting a grand favor.

"Forget it. Seeing that this is your first time, I will temporarily let you keep your position as donna.

"However, a major punishment is still necessary. The weapons deal your family was purchasing from us is hereby canceled.

"You are also on house arrest. Stay home and reflect."

After he finished speaking, his subordinates stepped forward to drag me away.

While on the road, my ringtone for notifications suddenly beeped.

Opening it, a notification explicitly showed that a progress bar had reached one hundred percent.

Looking at the veil in my hand, I opened the window directly and threw it out.

Martin thought I was far too naive.

However, I couldn't care about his threat at all.

Don Clark's final three chances had already been completely used up.

In the current Clark family, he was no longer the one who called the shots.

As for me, I would make Martin pay the price for his repeated betrayals.

Just like this upcoming wedding.

I would absolutely prepare a massive surprise for Martin and Julia.

A surprise that would leave every single person present utterly speechless.