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.

our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being

men needed to start businesses, I gave up my own career to

he didn't like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could

he watched me on the brink of death, he

pale face twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and

honey? You said you'd love

clutched his pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually

I heard Sebastian's vicious words

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?

important day for the Parker family. Al you do

of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as

today was the twelfth birthday of my brother, Peter

did dote on this younger son of his.

ornate platters, and fine wine

it you who said you didn't

flashes dispelled

was my mother in this life, my

exquisite makeup, adorned with jewels from head to 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 aftertaste. Seeing me unmoved, Sofia

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

had raised me for twenty

I was the Parker family's eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods

Yes, money-losing goods.

fared well in the

hand, carefully storing away the

a glass of light blue cocktail, ordering me

linking arms with her. Under everyone's

Helen made for you. Why

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

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