My brother, Jason, the ultimate second-lead character, somehow married the Sterling family's princess, Sophie Sterling. At their wedding, I fell in love at first sight with Sophie's brother, the head of the Sterling empire, Liam Sterling. With my unparalleled "simp" skills, I successfully infiltrated the family and married Liam. The story should have ended there, with my brother and me living happily ever after. But the good days didn't last. Sophie's first love returned from abroad, and she started acting distracted, coming home late with red eyes. My brother's head was practically glowing green. Meanwhile, Liam's "one that got away," his first love, also returned for medical treatment. Liam stared at me every day with a gaze that made my skin crawl. Having read hundreds of "regretful husband chasing cremated wife" novels, I deduced he was eyeing my kidney. On a dark and stormy night, my brother and I looked at each other. "Where's Sophie?" "Where's Liam?" "Sigh..." We both sighed in unison. "Bro, for the sake of my kidney, I have to go. Stay strong." "Let's go together. As long as I run fast enough, the green hat can't catch me." 1 Jason and I exchanged a look, seeing the same excitement in each other's eyes. "When do we leave?" My brother is five years older than me. Since we were kids, he's led me into trouble, and every time, we'd run away from home together. Our record was when he was 8 and I was 3. We survived on the streets for a week purely on his sweet-talking skills. If Mom and Dad hadn't caught us, we might have started a new life in another city. After getting dragged home, he got beaten so bad he couldn't leave his bed for a month. Nobody knows how to run away better than Jason. "No time like the present. I heard Liam's first love is in critical condition. He hasn't been home in two days." "Hmph. I heard Sophie's ex's company has cash flow problems. She's been camped out at his office for three days." "Let's go!" We nodded at each other. "Let's go." My voice was firm and high-pitched. After careful planning, I decided to fake my death. The Sterling family business is huge; they have plenty of enemies. Plus, Liam is busy taking care of his first love. By the time he realizes I'm gone, my "body" will be cold. As for my brother, after handling my funeral, he'll be "distraught," go for a hike to clear his mind, fall off a cliff, and vanish without a trace. A perfect plan. We went to our respective homes. The night was long, perfect for thieves. First, the bank cards and IDs. Then, I started looting the valuables. Emerald necklace? Mine. Pigeon-egg pink diamond? Taking it. Designer bags? Strapped on. ... I swept the five-story villa clean. Five 24-inch suitcases filled to the brim. The only thing left was a mess on the floor. 2 Creaaaak. The door opened. Liam Sterling walked in with his long legs. But two steps in, he tripped over the trash I left on the floor and face-planted. "Hahahahahaha!" I couldn't help it. After chasing him for a year and being married for six months, this was the first time I'd seen the dignified Liam Sterling embarrass himself. Seeing this before I "died" was worth it. Liam stood up, frowning deeply at the mess, but asked patiently, "Chloe, what happened here?" I was too busy laughing and forgot my excuse. My brain spun fast. "You don't know, my college frenemy came over. She said our decor looked like nouveau riche trash. I got mad, and everything looked ugly, so I... did this." "You won't be mad, right?" I asked, lacking confidence. Even I thought it was a stretch. "If you don't like it, change it." "Huh?!" Although we never fought, his attitude was always polite and distant. I didn't think he'd let me be this destructive. Maybe guilt from spending days with his first love? Yes, must be. "What are you thinking about so deeply?" Liam pulled me into his arms. "But is this the friend who used to steal your boba tea?" "I don't want to interfere with your friends, but maybe don't hang out with people like that." "Oh, oh, okay." I nodded perfunctorily. Weird. How did he know about the boba thief? He was mumbling a lot today, unlike his usual cool self. Must be a guilty conscience covering up his cheating heart. Liam stared at me, his gaze deep and hot. I couldn't handle it. Is it not guilt? Does he actually... "Forget it. I'll have my secretary transfer you five million tomorrow. Renovate however you want. It's my fault for not asking your opinion when we decorated." If you're talking money, I'm wide awake. "Okay, okay, okay!" Struck dizzy by the windfall, I hugged Liam and kissed him fiercely. Normally, I'd be reserved. Liam was cold, and we barely touched. But I was leaving anyway. Why waste a hot guy? Thinking he'd belong to someone else soon made me sad. It was July. Under his slightly sweat-dampened shirt, I could feel his chest muscles. Below that, the eight-pack abs I knew were prime real estate. With a "YOLO" mindset, I intensified my attack, pinning Liam on the sofa I hadn't packed yet. I kissed him wildly, hands roaming without technique, all passion. I had demanded no maids in the house so we could be free. But after marriage, we barely touched. I was running away. I had to get my fill. Liam ignited under my enthusiasm, flipping us over and pinning me down. His hands roamed, hotter than ever. Just then, his phone rang. I heard the voice: "Miss White's condition worsened. She's crying for you." Hearing his precious Bella White was in trouble, Liam immediately got off me. His brow furrowed tight enough to crush a fly. So worried. He hung up and kissed my forehead. "I have to go out. Wait for me at home." Hormones clouding my judgment, I tried to keep him. "Can you not go?" "It's important. I'll be back soon. Be good." "What's more important than me?" I was unwilling to give up, trying to compete with the white moonlight. I hugged his waist. "I don't care. Don't go." "Chloe, don't be childish." 3 It would be a lie to say I wasn't sad. In my 25 years, this was the first time I loved someone so much. I fell for Liam at my brother's wedding. I blackmailed Jason for Liam's WeChat and bombarded him with greetings until he blocked me. Later, Jason and Sophie set up a dinner, and I met him again, adding him on a burner account. This time, I played it smart. I copied Jason's strategy: The Way to a Man's Heart is Through His Stomach. When Sophie's first love left the country, she stopped eating and withered away. Jason, heartbroken, transferred colleges to be near her, delivering three meals a day for 53 days until he won her heart. I pestered Jason to get me an internship with his chef mentor. I returned a master chef and successfully bid to run the Sterling Corp cafeteria. Liam actually thought my family had a lineage of chefs. Once I infiltrated the cafeteria, I was everywhere. Morning jogs, lunch deliveries, waiting for him after overtime. Maybe my persistence moved him, or maybe he needed a wife to stop the family pressure. He chose me. I thought even if he didn't love me, time would change that. But in six months of marriage, he rarely came home on time. Once, he disappeared for two weeks. I told myself he was busy running a massive company. Until Bella White appeared. I realized the company wouldn't collapse if he took a week off. He could spend all day with a woman. He would run to her with one phone call. Yet on my birthday, three months into our marriage, he sent a cake via his secretary because he was "busy." Love and indifference are so obvious. Now that his first love is back, I should tactfully step aside. I won't wait to be kicked out. 4 Looking at the luxurious house, thinking another woman would live here, I got angry. I grabbed a baseball bat and started smashing. Venting my grievances. Crash! Bang! Looking at the wreckage, I was satisfied. It looked like a legitimate home invasion. Then, with my five suitcases and a cool five million in my account, I called a moving truck. Before leaving, I went to say goodbye to Jason. But Sophie opened the door. "Chloe, you're back too." "Too?" "Chloe, have you been crying?" Sophie asked, seeing my red eyes. Jason and Sophie have a complex relationship, so we call each other "Sister-in-law." Jason stubbornly calls Liam "Brother-in-law." Jason walked out. "It's about Liam's ex-girlfriend. My sister is a love-brain, you know." Sophie felt guilty but comforted me. "Chloe, don't be sad. Liam and Bella aren't like that." "Not like that? Then like what?" My grievances exploded. I usually played the gentle wife, but I snapped. Sophie was stunned. "Hey, don't yell at your sister-in-law. Not her fault." My brother, the loyal dog, couldn't stand seeing Sophie upset. He pulled me aside. "Sophie, go upstairs. She's just throwing a tantrum. I'll talk to her." Sophie went upstairs. "Bro, Liam went to his ex. He won't be back tonight. I'm leaving now." "Sophie said Bella's condition worsened. Liam will be at the hospital. Good timing." "Are you ready?" "Ready. Liam gave me five million. I smashed the house. I'll say it was a robbery." "Go first. I'll catch up." Jason started hemming and hawing. "Fine. You hopeless romantic." To cover my tracks, I paid a driver a huge sum to take me directly to City A, avoiding any digital trail.
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