Chapter 1

My husband's ex-girlfriend, Candace, had illegally operated in financial trades, causing my clients colossal losses.

In their fury, they brutally mangled my hands, leaving me permanently disabled.

I was rushed to the hospital. In my last hazy moments of consciousness, I heard Julian, my husband, whisper to the doctor:

"Just save her life. As for her hands... they'd be better off useless."

The doctor, confused, replied:

"But Ms. Scarlett's hands can still be saved!"

Julian's voice was cold, like it had been dipped in ice:

"Only if her hands are ruined will she completely exit the trading market. That way, Candace can finally become Chief Analyst this year."

"Once the storm passes, I'll spend my entire life making it up to her."

"Isn't being Mrs. Julian more valuable than a mere analyst's career?"

The anesthetic flowed into my veins, and my world plunged into darkness.

So, all his tenderness and consideration these past years were just to pave the way for his first love.

It's just a Chief Analyst position. Candace wants it? She can have it.

Julian? He can have her too.

All of it. I want none of it.