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

start businesses, I gave up my own career to support him every

like children, I painfully underwent three abortions,

on the brink

twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my

honey? You said you'd

tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing my

I heard Sebastian's

payout to take Parker family's business to the

here right now! Today is an important day

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

twelfth birthday of

this younger son of his. The

platters, and fine wine filled

you who said you didn't

dispelled the piercing

mother in this

exquisite makeup, adorned with jewels from head to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful -

to my lips, gently blowing on it. The aroma wafted up, the taste of

twelfth birthday of the Parker family's younger son. The guests were all from

After all, she had raised me for twenty years, always putting on

daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have

Yes, money-losing goods.

hadn't fared well in

wine glass in my hand, carefully storing away the original owner's

a glass of light blue cocktail, ordering me to go toast the

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

cocktail Helen made for you. Why don't you try

also held a glass of wine, intending to exchange glasses with

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