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.

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

up my own career to

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

watched me on the

a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped

honey? You said you'd love me

clutched his pant leg tightly, the excruciating

heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce

huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha ha ha..." Sofia? Sofia Morris, my own

important day for the

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

was the twelfth birthday of my

this younger son of his. The party was

platters, and fine

it you who said

flashes dispelled the

was my mother in this life, my sister

toe, her haute couture

in 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 frowned, glaring at

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

maintain appearances. After all, she had raised me for twenty years, always

private, I was the money-losing goods that should

Yes, money-losing goods.

seemed this body hadn't fared well in the Parker family

glass in my hand, carefully storing

a glass of light blue cocktail, ordering

linking arms with

cocktail Helen made for you. Why don't

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

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