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.

our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being worth millions, I had

gave up my own career to

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

he watched me on the brink of

pale face twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped

said

leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing my

I heard Sebastian's vicious

payout to

about? Come here right now! Today is an important day for the Parker family. Al you do is

party. I gathered my thoughts

so today was the twelfth birthday of my brother, Peter

dote on this younger son of his. The party

platters, and fine wine filled golden

you who said you didn't

flashes dispelled the

mother in this

makeup, adorned with jewels from head to toe, her

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

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

appearances. After all, she had raised me

daughter. In private, I was the money-losing

Yes, money-losing goods.

fared well in the Parker

wine glass in my hand, carefully storing away the

a glass of light blue cocktail,

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

special cocktail Helen made for you. Why

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255