Back then, Sophie deliberately posted a video to provoke me. I couldn't hold back—I slapped her right across the face.
That same night, she ran crying to Andrew.
To avenge his precious mistress, he listed me on a resale website the very next day.
The buyer followed the address, knocked me out, and dragged me into a hotel room.
Half-conscious, I heard Andrew giving instructions.
"Just feel her up. Don't go further than that."
"I only want to teach Elena a lesson—scare her enough that she won't dare touch Sophie again."
"She's still my wife, after all."
But that night, Sophie called him away.
The man he'd hired smirked and reached for my buttons.
In the end, I bit through my own tongue to stay conscious, kicked him hard, and smashed an ashtray into his skull.
Only then did I escape. He never got what he wanted.
Afterward, Andrew came crawling back, face full of fake remorse.
"I messed up, Elena. Forgive me."
"I was drunk, joking around with some shady friends, and forgot to take the listing down. I never thought someone would actually bid..."
"I never meant for you to get hurt."
"Thank God you're okay."
Looking at his hypocritical face, I knew I'd chosen wrong.
When Luke heard the story, he nearly lost his mind with rage. His fists clenched as he turned toward the door.
"That animal actually did this to you—I'll kill him!"
I took a deep breath and smiled.
"It's all in the past now, isn't it?"
"Luke, you're the Baxter heir. Getting blood on your hands for trash like him? Not worth it."
His expression softened. He pinched my cheek.
"Why are you still calling me Luke?"
"We have the marriage license now—we're legally husband and wife. You should call me 'husband.'"
My face flushed instantly. I couldn't bring myself to say it yet.
Meanwhile, at the bridal shop.
Andrew couldn't resist Sophie's whining and coaxing. In the end, he spent a fortune on an expensive wedding gown for her.
While she went to the fitting room, regret hit him. He fished the invitation out of the trash.
When no one was looking, he stuffed it into his pocket.
After that, Andrew came looking for me several more times—always prying about my new man.
He dug around until he discovered Luke's identity: the Baxter heir, famous throughout the jewelry world.
I ignored him completely. The bodyguards threw him out.
As they dragged him away, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Elena! I knew you were hiding a man all along! You cheated on me ages ago—I won't let you get away with this!"
I had no interest in listening to a dog bark.
Security was tightened after that. I never saw Andrew again.
Until the wedding day.
I was in full bridal dress when he crashed the ceremony.
"Elena! Do you dare let everyone here see your true face?"
His voice instantly sparked whispers through the crowd.
"Who is this guy?"
"What's his relationship with the bride?"
"Could he be the ex-husband? I heard she's been married before!"
Andrew stood there in a suit, cold sneer on his face.
"I am indeed Elena's ex-husband."
He stepped forward and greeted Old Mr. Baxter with exaggerated respect.
"Our families have done business together—we're old acquaintances."
"I couldn't bear to watch the Baxters get conned by a woman like Elena, so I had no choice but to interrupt your son's wedding." His voice rose. "I'm here to expose her true face—this marriage is fraud!"
"She only looks this pretty because of makeup. It's all fake—her real face doesn't look like this at all."
He looked at me coldly.
"Do you dare, in front of everyone, to take off your makeup?"
I didn't move, silent for a long moment.
Andrew smiled, certain of himself. "I knew you wouldn't dare, Elena."
"A con artist like you—divorced, secondhand goods—how are you worthy of marrying the Baxter family's crown prince?"
"I suggest you admit your scheme and stop the act, otherwise—"
"Who said I don't dare."
The next second, I grabbed the bottled water beside me, then the makeup remover, and splashed them both across my face.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
Every eye turned toward me.
Andrew stared blankly, then his eyes went wide.
"How… how is this possible?"
