Chapter 2

2 I stayed with Garrett for six years, from eighteen to twenty-four, watching my bank balance grow, and slowly developing a plan to fake my death.

After all, my dream was to be carefree and wealthy.

I was wealthy, but not carefree.

I was considering a car accident, drowning, or jumping off a building, when Garrett's "one true love" returned.

The first night with Garrett, I knew he had someone else in his heart; I was just a replacement.

So, to please my benefactor and get more money, I tried my best to be like his ideal woman.

After six years with Garrett, everyone in our circle knew about me.

The moment Lily returned, messages of mockery flooded my phone.

[The fake always gets exposed. Now that the real deal is back, I wonder what you'll do.]

[Stealing someone else's love for so long. Shameless.]

I shrugged. What could I do? I could lounge by the pool in my luxury villa, indulging in fresh, air-freighted fruit and sipping Garrett's million-dollar collection of wine.

Oh, and I could take helicopter rides, along special routes, admiring the stunning scenery.

In winter, private onsen and private ski resorts.

...

That was about it.

But thinking about leaving it all made me a little sad.

I immediately opened my phone and went on a major spending spree. I couldn't deprive myself before leaving.

As I finished my online shopping spree and looked at the endless orders, my mood improved considerably.

Just as I was about to enjoy the king-sized bed alone, I heard the door open, followed by the sound of Garrett changing his shoes. It was 6:30 PM.

I was surprised. His long-awaited "one true love" had returned, and he came home so early?

They needed to catch up, chat, eat, drink…

Stop! Not everyone shares my dirty mind.

I sighed, fixed my expression, and went to greet him. But I immediately noticed the familiar box in his hands.

"Sarah, I've told you countless times, don't use the company address for things like this."

Inside the box was a black lace negligee.

"Do you like it?" I raised my head and asked.

Garrett sighed, as if resigned, "I like it."

I smirked. What use was his liking it? In Garrett's heart, Lily would always come first.

"After this birthday, I can leave," I muttered to myself. My birthday was in two weeks.

Every year since I met Garrett, he had spent it with me. I hoped he would spend my last birthday with me too.