Chapter 3

Using a fake identity, I fled to New York with trusted allies.

A friend laughed and asked, "What's the point of this? Why not ruin him completely?"

I shrugged, "Just messing around out of boredom. I'll make him pay later."

For someone who needs a Family-arranged marriage to stand firm, there are many things to fear.

Didn't Asher say he liked me a lot?

I wanted to see how much he really liked me.

Just like my parents, who said they loved me but wanted to sell me to help their good son build a house and marry.

Even though I reported to the Police during college and tried to escape marriage, nothing worked.

The Police said it was a family dispute, not their concern.

Reporting too many times annoyed them. After responding, they made snide remarks.

"For a college student, you should listen to your parents. In the end, you're getting married. Who cares to whom?"

Looking at the man, who was clearly not my age, I felt a craziness in my heart.

After the Police left, I kept hitting him.

He cried bitterly, couldn't get close to me without getting hit.

Ridiculously, he reported me, and I was detained.

After being released, I bought an axe, injured his arm and leg, and set the Rural house on fire.

He was seriously injured in the fire, while I faked death and escaped.

I chose a distant University, changed my Residency, name, and identity.

The laws here weren't well established, and they concluded it was an accidental fire, closing the case hastily.

Many uneducated people here, even my parents, thought I was dead.

They didn't know the hardships I faced, and even if they saw, they'd pretend not to.

Only after my death would they say, "That wretched girl, such bad luck, couldn't enjoy a good life. Such a good match wasted."

Looking at the seaside scenery, memories flooded back. My parents always said I was cold-blooded. I guess my blood was always cold.

I wanted Asher to pay.

He shouldn't have been deceitful and unfaithful.

I grasped the wind blowing by but caught nothing.

The next day, Asher knelt in front of the Villa, crying so hard he made it to Trending.

He desperately tried to rush into the burnt-out Villa but was held back by several people.

"Asher! Accept it! She's dead!"

Asher's eyes were fierce, "Impossible... Impossible! You must be lying, she was fine four or five days ago."

I turned off my phone, expressionless.

Who was he performing for?

I partied with friends for three days, almost losing myself in the fun.

Online, things escalated. Someone dug up my photos.

Netizens sympathized with me, saying it wasn't worth it for a married man.

Seeing this, I realized I might have gone too far.

What if that jerk Asher deregistered me?

That's when I met Jasper.

Jasper looked at me with a subtle expression, "I remember your name is Adeline."

In other words, aren't you supposed to be dead?

I froze, recognizing him as Asher's Uncle.

I said expressionlessly, "You've got the wrong person."

I quickly turned to leave, but Jasper grabbed my wrist.

"You must be panicking now, there's more than one Instigator behind this."

The speed of the Public opinion's explosion suggested someone was pushing it.

After all, many were eager to point out Asher's faults.

"What do you want?"

I didn't think Jasper would help me. He must want to expose my lie to his nephew.

"I can help you, make sure you have no worries."

I was intrigued but not naive: "What's your motive?"

Jasper suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist, "I need you to marry me."

I widened my eyes, "Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, lovesick," Jasper shamelessly replied.

"......"