Time and again, he confessed to stealing someone else’s place—a shameless, selfish, despicable liar who took credit that wasn’t his.
It was torture, and it was revenge.
As a reward, he promised to protect my parents from harassment by creditors.
I thought nothing could be worse, as long as my parents remained safe and healthy.
This broken, humiliating marriage no longer mattered.
But a call from the hospital proved that hell had no end.
Those who once feared the Williams family finally saw their chance.
They secretly cut the car’s brake lines, leaving my parents in a terrible accident.
The hospital called, saying their injuries were too severe, and the surgery was nearly impossible—only I could perform it in all of New York.
I rushed out in a panic, but bodyguards stopped me at the door.
Xavier’s voice was cold and lazy:
“You haven’t even finished your work. Where does Ms. Williams think she’s going?”
“Or are you tired of being Mrs. Spencer and can’t wait to find another man to save you from your misery?”
By then, Xavier had already brought Lily into our home. After consulting countless orthopedic experts, she could finally stand with crutches.
The experts said daily massages would help her recovery.
With my medical background, Xavier forced me to quit the hospital and massage Lily’s legs for five hours every day as compensation.
But my parents were still waiting for me.
I knelt before Xavier for the first time, begging him to let me go.
I swore I’d serve Lily as her slave for life if he allowed me to save my parents.
But Xavier sneered.
“Nina, do you still think I’m the gullible fool I used to be?”
“You can’t stand that Lily lives here, and now you’re making excuses to skip work, aren’t you?”
“You even curse your own parents. You’re filthier than I thought.”
In the end, I was forced to kneel on the floor to massage Lily.
Xavier sat beside me, clutching his pocket watch, drinking tea, not allowing me a second’s rest.
When I finally reached the hospital, drenched in sweat, all I found were my parents’ cold bodies beneath white sheets.
My colleagues said they knew I was serving Lily like a slave every day and had planned to fetch me themselves.
My parents regretted everything—that they’d ever let me marry Xavier.
Even on their deathbeds, they were still crying out...
He demanded I file for divorce.
On social media, Lily flaunted their relationship—Xavier had taken her to a hot spring in New Zealand.
They kissed amid swirling steam.
That day, I collapsed in the hospital corridor. When I woke, I learned I had terminal cancer.
I wasn’t afraid—only relieved.
My parents were gone, and my life was nearing its end.
Xavier could no longer control me.
After sending the final package, I tore up the marriage certificate and threw it away.
As I was leaving, I ran into Xavier and Lily, just back from New Zealand.
Weren’t they supposed to be gone for two months? Why were they back so soon?
Maybe it was the pain clouding my mind, but when Xavier saw me, he seemed to exhale in relief.
Then disgust returned to his eyes as he said mockingly,
“Didn’t you want a divorce? Why are you still hanging around the Spencer family?”
“I knew it—the Williams family’s gone. You can’t live without wealth, can you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll leave right now.”
I headed for the door.
Xavier grabbed me.
“Nina, who are you arguing with? Where are you going in the middle of the night?!”
