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.

ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being

he said men needed to start businesses, I gave up my own

he didn't like children, I painfully underwent

on the brink of death, he

a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my

honey? You said you'd

pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain

I heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce

get that huge insurance payout to take

Come here right now! Today is an important day for the Parker family. Al you do is sit there eating and drinking,

glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories

so today was the twelfth birthday of my

this younger son

platters, and fine wine

who said you didn't like

flashes dispelled the piercing

my mother

to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful - the very picture of a

sat motionless 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

Parker family's younger son. The guests

appearances. After all, she had raised me for

public, I was the Parker family's eldest daughter. In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have died

Yes, money-losing goods.

hadn't fared well in the Parker family

in my hand, carefully storing away

cocktail, ordering me to go toast the

her "Mom" and linking arms with her.

Helen made for you. Why don't

moved, and he also held a glass of wine, intending to exchange

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