Chapter 1

A sudden fire broke out in the underground archives.

My boyfriend of three years, Alfred, kicked away the fire extinguisher I was using to prop up a heavy steel bookshelf—all just to protect Vivian, an intern who had only sprained her ankle.

"It’s just a stupid metal can. Don't let it trip Vivian."

He carried Vivian in his arms, rushing out of the raging fire without once looking back.

He left me pinned under a shelf weighing hundreds of pounds, suffocating in the thick, black smoke.

I dragged myself out of the fire and spent three days and nights fighting for my life in the ICU.

Meanwhile, he posted a photo on Instagram of Vivian eating imported organic cherries in a luxury private hospital room.

The caption read: "A false alarm. Thank God I protected my girl."

He even stole the core architectural blueprints I had stayed up for three months to draw, using them to kiss up to the global architectural giant, "Asterion Group."

My coworkers mocked me, calling me a pathetic charity case with no family backing who deserved to be abandoned.

Looking at the painkillers scattered all over the floor, I smiled coldly.

They had no idea.

The Asterion Group—the ultimate powerhouse they were all desperately trying to claw their way into—was actually owned by me.