Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

Chapter 37

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.

and I had been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being worth millions, I had bet my entire youth on

start businesses, I gave up my own career

he said he didn't like children, I painfully underwent

today, as he watched me on

into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously

You said

his pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually

I heard

can Sofia and I be together openly! And only then can we get that huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha ha ha..." Sofia? Sofia Morris,

day for the Parker family. Al you do is sit there eating and drinking, you

of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories suddenly fell into place in

twelfth birthday of my

this younger son of his. The

adorned ornate platters, and

you who said you didn't like

flashes dispelled the piercing

afar was my mother in this life, my

to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful - the

gently blowing on it. The aroma wafted up, the taste of high-end wine pure and sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Seeing me unmoved, Sofia

The guests were all from wealthy families, including various industry

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

eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods

Yes, money-losing goods.

seemed this body hadn't fared

in my hand, carefully

a glass of light blue cocktail, ordering

"Mom" and linking arms with

special cocktail Helen made for

as Mr. Green's wheelchair moved, and he also held a glass of wine, intending to exchange

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