Chapter 37

Love Story 3-Chapter 1

My name is Julia Morris, and I died.

Killed in a car accident orchestrated by my husband and my own sister.

When I woke up again, I found myself at their younger son's birthday party.

And I... had become their daughter...

I officially became the chairman of the company. Looking at her terrified and desperate expression, I sneered:

"Do you remember Julia Morris?"

I died on a snowy winter day.

There could have been a glimmer of hope for survival, but Sebastian Parker stood there, laughing coldly, unmoved.

And I had placed all my hopes for survival on him.

Pieces of the car wreckage tore through my chest inch by inch.

Blood flowed everywhere, staining the pure white snow, a stark and haunting sight.

The pain was almost unbearable. Looking at Sebastian, just two steps away, I asked in desperation:

"Save me, honey, save me..."

I didn't understand.

been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now

businesses, I gave up my own

like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could no longer

watched me on the brink of death,

twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward

said you'd love me

leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually

heard Sebastian's vicious

insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha

day for the Parker family. Al

cold vanished, replaced by the glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories suddenly fell into place

was the twelfth

younger son

delicacies adorned ornate platters, and

you who said you didn't like

dispelled the

at me from afar was my mother in this

toe, her haute couture dress stunningly

the corner, casually picking up a glass of red wine. I raised it to my lips, gently blowing on it. The aroma wafted up, the taste of high-end wine pure and sweet, leaving a lingering

of the Parker family's younger son. The guests were all from wealthy families, including various industry peers and business

Sofia had to maintain appearances. After all, she had raised me for

the Parker family's eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have died long

Yes, money-losing goods.

hadn't fared well in the

hand,

glass of light blue cocktail, ordering me to go

her "Mom" and linking arms with her. Under everyone's gaze, we

made for you. Why don't you try

as Mr. Green's wheelchair moved, and he also held a

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