I didn’t care about dignity or shame; all I wanted was to survive.
But when I arrived at the scene, I saw Lucas taking Sophia to the countryside for charity work.
The setup was grand; reporters filled the place.
How ironic.
He had money for investments and charity, but none to rescue his fiancée.
He had time for receptions and interviews, but none to save his fiancée.
He basked in praise and applause, while I endured humiliation and torture in the hands of a monster.
I stood there, naked and stunned, like a misplaced clown.
I let everyone take in my dripping wounds.
In that moment, every spotlight fell on me.
Lucas’s face immediately darkened.
He didn’t ask if I was in pain, didn’t care what I had gone through.
He only said one sentence:
“Wendy Carter, what are you doing?”
Making a scene? Making a scene?
So all the pain and torture I suffered,
in his eyes, it was just a pointless tantrum to seek attention.
So my blood and wounds
were less important to him than dust on the ground.
I rushed to him, crying, asking why he hadn’t saved me.
“Why, why?”
“I’m your fiancée, your childhood sweetheart, your lifelong partner…”
“I’m pregnant…”
Before I could finish, Lucas cut me off without mercy.
He pushed my hand away in front of everyone.
He looked at me with a heavy, complicated expression.
“Sophie, why can’t you learn your lesson!”
“I had Sophia start negotiations as soon as we got the news. Once this phase passes, the money will be transferred.”
“You would’ve been fine anyway, so why put on this act?”
How could anyone risk their dignity and life just to act?!
I stood there frozen, staring in disbelief at the man I had loved since I was young.
But even after my tears ran dry, Lucas’s expression didn’t change.
He only vaguely blamed me for disrupting his charity event.
Eventually, I was wrapped in a blanket and taken away.
Sophia pretended to care.
She deliberately loosened her scarf, revealing hickeys on her neck.
“Aren’t you curious why your parents didn’t save you?”
“Isn’t it strange that Lucas suddenly changed so much?”
“Because… you’re not the Carter family’s daughter at all!”
She told me her parents were nearly driven insane with worry the day they received the ransom letter.
They said they would spare no cost, even bankruptcy, to save me.
But Lucas stopped them.
He showed them a paternity test.
He said I was just a fake—switched at birth by the nanny.
The real Miss Carter had already died from the nanny’s abuse.
Those words made her parents stop trying to rescue her.
The Carter family’s cherished daughter—
turned out to be a fraud.
Years of raising me made it impossible for them to let me go entirely.
But their hatred for their daughter’s death left them unsure how to face me.
After a long hesitation…
They left me an 800‑million‑dollar dowry and entrusted me to Lucas.
They were actually kinder than I deserved.
They just never expected Lucas to be so ruthless.
He took that 800 million—her dowry, the money meant to save my life.
