We will always try to update and open chapters as soon as possible every day. Thank you very much, readers, for always following the website!

Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter 37
  • Background
    Font family
    Font size
    Line hieght
    Full frame
    No line breaks
  • Next Chapter

Chapter 37 Love Story 3-Chapter 1 My nis Julia Morris, and I died.

Killed in a car accident orchestrated by my husband and my own sister.

When I woke up again, I found myself at their younger son's birthday party.

And I... had bectheir daughter...

I officially becthe chairman of the company. Looking at her terrified and desperate expression, I sneered: "Do you remember Julia Morris?" I died on a snowy winter day.

There could have been a glimmer of hope for survival, but Sebastian Parker stood there, laughing coldly, unmoved.

And I had placed all my hopes for survival on him.

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

Pieces of the car wreckage tore through my chest inch by inch.

Blood flowed everywhere, staining the pure white snow, a stark and haunting sight.

The pain was almost unbearable. Looking at Sebastian, just two steps away, I asked in desperation: "Save me, honey, save me..." I didn't understand.

Sebastian and I had been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being worth millions, I had bet my entire youth on him.

When he said men needed to start businesses, I gave up my own career to support him every step of the way. When he said he didn't like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could no longer bear children.

But today, as he watchedon the brink of death, he remained indifferent.

Sebastian's pale face twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my chest.

"Why, honey? You said you'd loveforever..." I clutched his pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing my senses.

In my fading consciousness, I heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce my mind.

"Only with you dead can Sofia and I be together openly! And only then can we get that huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha ha ha..." Sofia? Sofia Morris, my own sister, my blood sister.

"Helen Parker, what are you daydreaming about? Chere right now! Today is an important day for the Parker family. Al you do is sit there eating and drinking, you good-for-nothing!" The bone-chilling cold vanished, replaced by the glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories suddenly fell into place in my mind.

Oh, so today was the twelfth birthday of my brother, Peter Parker.

Sebastian really did dote on this younger son of his. The party was extravagant enough.

Exquisite delicacies adorned ornate platters, and fine wine filled golden cups.

Wasn't it you who said you didn't like children? Camera flashes dispelled the piercing memories.

The one yelling atfrom afar was my mother in this life, my sister from my previous life, Sofia.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

I glanced at her. She wore exquisite makeup, adorned with jewels from head to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful - the very picture of a wealthy socialite.

I sat motionless in the corner, casually picking up a glass of red wine. I raised it to my lips, gently blowing on it. The aroma wafted up, the taste of high-end wine pure and sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Seeingunmoved, Sofia frowned, glaring atbefore heading upstairs alone.

Today was the twelfth birthday of the Parker family's younger son. The guests were all from wealthy families, including various industry peers and business partners.

Of course, Sofia had to maintain appearances. After all, she had raisedfor twenty years, always putting on this act.

In public, I was the Parker family's eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have died long ago.

Yes, money-losing goods.

It seemed this body hadn't fared well in the Parker family either.

I swirled the wine glass in my hand, carefully storing away the original owner's memories.

Sofia brought over a glass of light blue cocktail, orderingto go toast the Young Master Green.

I smiled brightly, sweetly calling her "Mom" and linking arms with her. Under everyone's gaze, we approached Mr. Green together.

"John, this is a special cocktail Helen made for you. Why don't you try it?" I watched as Mr. Green's wheelchair moved, and he also held a glass of wine, intending to exchange glasses with me.