The little boy next door whom I saved as a child grew up to become an obsessive, domineering CEO. He kept me by his side for ten years, using my grandmother’s medical bills to force me into marrying him. He tried every way he could think of to win my heart, but nothing could ever warm it. Finally, in a fit of anger, he found a woman who looked seven or eight tenths like me and made her my replacement. They flaunted their romance in front of everyone, and people said the CEO had finally found the love of his life. But one day, that woman used her favored status to bring people into the villa.
“Getting plastic surgery to look like me was bad enough, but you even learned to paint! You really did your homework. Let’s see how you seduce men now!”
The obsessive CEO didn’t come rushing back until I was coughing up blood and on the verge of death. The replacement grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of him, eager to take credit. “Honey, this woman was hiding in the villa, trying to seduce you. I’ve made sure she can’t pull any more shameless stunts!”
