Chapter 3

Willow was yanked back, lost her balance, and tumbled to the floor. The teacup in her hand shattered, cutting a deep gash in her palm. Blood pooled on the floor.

Through the conference room glass, Alistair saw Willow injured.

Everyone watched as he slammed down the files in his hand, pushed open the door, grabbed Willow's hand, and frowned with concern.

He asked in an icy tone, "Who hurt her?"

The kind colleague recoiled, her face turning pale with fright.

I sneered, "I did it. And she deserved it."

Willow gritted her teeth, glaring at me. "Yes, I deserved it! Who told me to fall in love with the wrong person, to be called a mistress and a slut!"

"But Alistair, as long as you love me too, I’ll stay by your side forever. No one can separate us."

She gazed deeply into Alistair's eyes, and even saying something so absurd sounded brave and determined.

Alistair chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair, coaxing her, "Be good, don't be mad. You'll break my heart."

He really *was* different with her.

I lowered my gaze, uninterested in watching any further. I simply said to Alistair, "For my birthday this year, I want half a million."

It was laughable. We were husband and wife, yet we didn't even have each other's contact information.

Except when I needed money, I never sought him out.

Before we got married, we’d had an understanding: he wanted me, and I wanted his money.

Alistair always hated my materialism.

But before, whenever I asked, no matter how much, he would always give it to me, never less.

This time, however, he looked at me and smiled, a chilling smile. He slowly said, "Money? Sure."

"But, Elara, first lower your proud head and apologize to Willow."

Alistair wanted to buy my pride for two hundred thousand dollars, to buy an apology for Willow.

This was the first time he'd used money to humiliate me for another woman.

I slowly clenched my fists and gave a soft laugh.

Fighting back a sudden surge of pain in my body, I turned and walked away.

The money, I didn't want it anymore.

I was suddenly very curious, Alistair.

If one day, you knew this money could have helped me live longer, if you knew how much I suffered before I died…

What expression would be on your face?

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