Seven Years of Marriage with Jake

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.

I had been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to

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

like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could no longer

on

grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my

said

pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing

I heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce my

huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level!

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

replaced by the glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts

the twelfth birthday of my

on this younger son of his. The party

and fine

it you who said you

dispelled

my mother in this life, my sister

wore exquisite makeup, adorned with jewels from head to toe, her haute couture dress stunningly beautiful - the very picture of a

aroma wafted up, the taste of high-end wine pure and sweet, leaving a lingering aftertaste. Seeing me unmoved,

younger son. The guests were all from wealthy families, including

had to maintain appearances. After all, she had

In private, I was the money-losing goods that should have died long

Yes, money-losing goods.

body hadn't fared well in the Parker family

my hand,

glass of light blue cocktail, ordering me to

smiled brightly, sweetly calling her "Mom" and linking arms with her. Under everyone's gaze,

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

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