Chapter 3

Caleb panicked first. He snatched the box from my hand and smashed it on the ground, then swung a slap towards my face.

"You really don't know your place. Aren't you afraid that this time, you'll be the one left behind?"

I raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh, holding up my phone in front of his eyes.

To avoid the situation from my previous life, this time the helicopter doors would only open to let others board after I got on.

Caleb gritted his teeth audibly. He walked over to Olivia and leaned into her arms, shamelessly throwing a tantrum.

He seemed to still think I would be hurt by Olivia not loving me.

Using Olivia to threaten me was a wrong move on his part.

But I couldn't be bothered to expose him. I'd just watch the show.

People lined up to put their name slips into the box.

Passing by me, Olivia still had a confident look.

"Do I even need to write this? You definitely won't let me stay behind, so why bother?"

Seeing her smug expression, I felt like I was in a different world.

Years ago when my family fell from grace, to pay off debts, my father sold me off like a commodity.

He put a ballot box at the front door.

Any influential family's child who was willing to marry into the Wilson family to help pay off our debts could marry me.

In the past, I was considered quite a catch in the city's social circles. There was no shortage of women who wanted to associate with me.

But after this incident, not a single person dared to visit.

I hid in my room, tormented for three days and nights. Then Olivia sent over a marriage proposal.

The first time I saw her, she was beaming as she held out a box to me.

I followed her gaze to look inside.

It was stuffed full.

There was her marriage proposal, all the property deeds, even company stock certificates.

I still remember on our wedding day, she took my hand and vowed that she would never let me suffer again in this lifetime.

At that moment, my heart was completely filled.

It turns out I wasn't unwanted. It turns out I was also cherished by someone.

But on our wedding night, Olivia came home drunk and started smashing things frantically.

She kept muttering Caleb's name.

I tried to help her up from the broken glass, but she shoved me down. Glass shards pierced my knee, and I shook from the pain.

When I looked up at her, her eyes were full of disgust.

"No matter how much you look like him, you're not him."

"Why did he have to be my adopted brother? Why can't I be with him properly?"

At that moment, I finally understood - I was just a substitute for Caleb.

The woman who had eagerly proposed to me with a box full of assets was exactly the same as the Olivia standing before me now.

It turns out her superior attitude had never changed. I was the one who had been hoping in vain all along.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, followed by a man's loud voice.

"Water! There's still water left in this carriage!"

With those words, everyone in the carriage looked excitedly in that direction.

But intimidated by Olivia's authority, no one dared to make a move.

Seeing I was unmoved, Olivia gave me a look, signaling me to go carry the water.

After all, she was used to having everything done for her all these years.

Because of her obsession with cleanliness, I had to personally clean our 9-story villa every day. Her three meals, schedule arrangements - she casually tossed it all to me to handle.

I worked until my lower back was severely injured. When I wanted to rest for a day, she disgustedly pushed me to the ground.

"Stop pretending to be pitiful in front of me. Using that face that looks like Caleb to gain sympathy only makes me more disgusted with you."

Olivia clicked her tongue, bringing me back to reality.

She impatiently raised her hand to point at the water bucket. "What are you spacing out for?"

"Caleb and I are thirsty. Hurry up and bring the water bucket over."

She clearly knew how badly injured my lower back was, that it couldn't handle such heavy weight.

One wrong move could even lead to paralysis of my lower body.

The crowd behind me spoke up.

"Mrs. Greene, there are so many of us men here. Let us carry it. The boss doesn't look well."

"That's right, we still need to rely on the boss for the helicopter rescue."

But Olivia seemed to feel she had lost face. She immediately grabbed my collar and dragged me in front of the water bucket, forcing me to lift it.

By the time I carried the water bucket back to the original carriage, my lower back hurt so much I couldn't stand up straight. My legs were starting to go numb.

I picked up the box for drawing lots and began drawing names.

Olivia casually crossed her legs, waiting for me to call her name.

"You'll see, he loves me so much, he'll definitely draw my name first."

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