Livia Lumiere Carlos softly whispered to herself, “Happy Wedding Anniversary to me,” as she gently extinguished the candle atop the cake she had acquired just moments before.
The clock struck ten in the evening, and still her husband had not arrived. Despite making multiple attempts to reach out, she found herself met with silence as George remained unresponsive. She is filled with worry; a sense of unease is creeping in, as if something ominous is unfolding.
Livia has been aware for quite some time that her marriage is deteriorating. She was aware that she had poured her heart and soul into salvaging their marriage, driven by her deep affection for George. She had bestowed upon him all that he desired, leaving herself with nothing to spare. Livia couldn’t help but notice the contradicting nature of the wine—sweet yet bitter.
She couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness herself as she pondered this observation. With no one by her side except for George, she couldn’t help but notice the chilliness in his demeanor towards her over the past few months. Nonetheless, she had never given up on him. Not only pleasing him, but also his entire family.
Livia’s gaze fell upon the table. The food appeared delicious, yet she lacked the desire to partake in a meal.
She left ahead of schedule in order to make the necessary preparations, only to find that her efforts were in vain. Just as the woman was preparing to rise from her seat, her phone suddenly began to ring. A notification appears in her inbox.
The number that appeared on the screen was unfamiliar. Livia’s nerves kicked in as she opened the message.
From: Unknown Number
Go to your apartment building’s room 465. You’ll find your spouse and his mistress there.
Upon perusing the text, Livia’s complexion turned pallid, as if drained of all color. She is aware that this accusation is not without foundation, as the message aimed to ensure she had firsthand knowledge of the truth.
The woman’s body trembles with anticipation, desperately hoping that the message she received is not true. Livia mustered the courage to rise from her chair despite feeling weak. Nonetheless, she managed to stand.
As she headed outside, her heart rate instantly doubled. The room was located on a separate floor, just one level above their apartment. Without jumping to conclusions, she refrained from making any immediate assumptions.
The reason behind her cautious approach was the possibility of it being yet another prank text, a recurring occurrence in her life. As she ascended in the lift, a chill crept through her body, a telltale sign of her mounting nervousness.
Livia found herself tormented by the journey to the floor, where the room awaited her. As she entered the floor, her eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips upon hearing the unmistakable sounds of moaning and gasping emanating from the floor ahead.
Livia’s knees grew weak as she recognized the sound of her husband's voice. The door was not closed and locked properly. “Oh, goodness gracious! Letty, you truly are the best! You surpasses Livia in every way imaginable!” Livia listened attentively, her keen ears picking up the sound clearly.
In an instant, she recognized the unmistakable owner of this apartment. Her eyes welled up with tears, which soon cascaded down her cheeks. In a fit of anger, she directed her frustration towards the door, delivering a swift kick.
“How could you do this to me?” Livia let out a piercing scream. In the living room, Livia found herself in the presence of two individuals whom she held great trust in. They were both unclothed, intimately intertwined, and engaged in a passionate act of love.
Livia’s sudden appearance startled them, causing them to stand up. Livia’s vision became blurred with tears, yet the individuals standing before her displayed no trace of guilt or remorse.
“George, how can I explain it? How could you have done this to me? I did everything for you, even if it meant sacrificing my pride. I believed that we had a strong bond of friendship, Letty.” With a forceful burst of sound, she let out a piercing scream that resonated through the room, nearly overwhelming her own ears.
As Livia cast her gaze upon them, she couldn't help but notice the smug expressions adorning their faces. “I am pleased that you have already discovered this. I am filing for annulment. I just married you so I can have a high position in the company,” George told her, as if she didn’t exist in his eyes.
“I’ve been in love with Letty since then. Now that she’s wealthy, we could be together,” the cheater murmured as he kissed his mistress.
Upon hearing those words from her beloved husband, Livia felt her heart constrict with an indescribable sensation. In an instant, her heart begins to race uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the intensity of what she has just witnessed.
“Livia, we are not friends. We are merely utilizing you,” Letty stated, her grin widening.
Livia was taken aback, and then she found herself utterly speechless. The spinning of her world came to a halt. She was struck by a sudden realization as memories flooded her thoughts.
“I did not have feelings of love towards you.” She heard George speak.
Now, everything is clear. Her knees trembled and she felt as if she were about to pass out. She served as nothing more than a tool for their convenience.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. ‘Indeed, I am such an idiot. I became their obedient slave! You are such an idiot, Livia!’
The agonizing pain in Livia’s heart caused her body to tremble, and she took a step back. Leaving those cheaters! She refrained from giving anything to them.
She lacked any reason to do so. Clutching her chest, she made an attempt to retreat towards the elevator.
She had no desire to remain in the same building as those two individuals. Livia hesitated as she reached out to press the elevator button, a sudden sensation of unease gripping her heart. She descended to the ground, her body succumbing to the agony, and emitted a vocal expression of distress.
“Help!” Despite her efforts to call for help, no one came to her aid. No one arrived, not even those deceitful individuals, to offer assistance to her. Due to the severity of the pain, Livia found herself writhing on the ground.
Livia found herself in a situation where her cries went unheard, leaving her without any assistance. It was at that moment that she came to the realization that her time had come.
As her body began to weaken, she mustered the strength to express a wish, hoping that it would somehow come true.
“If fate gives me a chance, I promise you two that you will suffer. You will all kneel in front of me, and I will laugh at all of you. Because whoever stands in my way, I will mercilessly trample them,” she promised. “Livia, the foolish, the slave, and the errant girl, is no more.”
Livia’s eyes suddenly opened wide. In an instant, her hand instinctively reached for her chest as the memory of what had transpired flooded her mind. The woman’s breath came in heavy gasps, as though she had been running.As she glanced around, her eyes fell upon the sight of her own form, peacefully resting upon the bed. Relief washed over Livia.She murmured, “It was merely a nightmare,” before rising to her feet. “George?” she called out, her voice filled with anticipation and a hint of uncertainty.She uttered her husband's name, but there was no response, causing her brows to furrow in concern. She softly murmured to herself, noticing the tranquil atmosphere that enveloped her house as she embarked on a quest to locate her beloved husband.The house is empty, save for her presence. Instead of burdening her mind with perplexing thoughts, she readied herself in the bathroom.Just as she was preparing to brush her teeth, a sudden gasp escaped from her lips. As she gazed upon her ref
Livia chose not to look at or respond to George’s text or call. What might be the reason for her actions?She simply had no desire to engage in conversation with a man like George, who was both a cheater and a traitor, not to mention his arrogance.She had already made a personal commitment to never invest any emotions in George. The man forced her to do this.This particular day holds significance for her, as it marks a moment of retribution. She possesses knowledge of the events that will unfold today, and she harbors no reservations about confronting anyone who dares to provoke her.Livia Lumiere will not be seen as timid or easily pushed around. They will observe a different path in their surroundings. With unwavering confidence, she finds herself certain of it, for she took the time to prepare herself.Lost in contemplation, she proceeded to their office without delay, her mind still lingering on the thoughts that had occupied her during breakfast.As she made her entrance, the g
“Did I hear everyone correctly say that you’re acting like a tiger today?” Letty, her supposed friend, asked of her. During the lunch hour, Livia found herself quietly enjoying her meal within the confines of her office. However, the unexpected appearance of a witch abruptly interrupted her peaceful moment.She paid no mind to that person and had no interest in whatever Letty might be gossiping about with their co-worker. Livia had grown accustomed to Letty’s gossip, and she was well aware that this woman was spreading false rumors about her in their workplace. However, Livia remained unfazed by it all.“I am speaking, Liv. Will you not simply disregard me?” Letty asked, her lips forming a pout.Livia shuddered as a repulsive sensation coursed through her spine. She is astonished by the fact that this woman had the audacity to pout right in front of her, as if Letty were completely unaware of the deceitful actions she was engaging in when Livia’s back was turned. “If you’re just here
Livia had finally reached the third day of her return to the timeline of her life. The traitor remains unseen by her, and time eludes her to meet him as well. The woman is aware that George requires her, rather than the other way around. She stated that her boyfriend has yet to try the new Livia. The day’s work has come to an end, and she finds herself seated on the toilet in the company’s restroom, attending to her personal needs.Before, she was tired. However, now it appears that her job is as effortless as can be. Livia had just completed her task and was preparing to cleanse her hands when the sound of voices reached her ears, indicating the arrival of others.“F*ck! How am I supposed to do that report? I am unsure of my abilities to do so!” A smirk graced Livia’s face upon hearing their voices. Even in the privacy of the comfort room, she remains the subject of shameless individuals. Instead of yelling at them, she chose to listen to their conversation first.“Because I couldn’t
“What the hell?” Livia expressed her frustration. For the past two weeks, she has been actively avoiding George, yet that persistent individual continues to bother her both at home and in the workplace.At this very moment, George is incessantly bothering her door, despite the late hour of ten in the evening. Fatigue has already settled into her ears from the incessant knocking. Despite this weariness, she chooses not to grant herself respite by opening the door, allowing the man to proceed with his desires.With a swift motion, she grasped the phone and promptly dialed the number of the security guard stationed on the ground floor. “Sir, could you please get this man out of the building? It’s now ten o’clock, and he’s still disturbing my sleep! Take note that he should not be allowed to enter this building.” In a fit of anger, she directed her words towards the security guard.“All right, ma’am. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it right away,” the security guard replied.She went near
Livia, exhausted from a day of hard work, finally returned home and began tidying up her belongings. She is decluttering, but not with her own belongings, but with those she brought for George because he did not want to bring them into his home.Livia was aware of the reason behind it: her style was outdated and couldn’t keep up with the current trends. Her parents, the ones who had raised her, were no longer present. Living alone makes her susceptible to being easily fooled by others.A chuckle escaped her lips as she caught sight of two boxes containing George’s belongings neatly tucked away inside a larger box. Trembling, she casts a glance at herself before swiftly discarding the boxes outside her apartment. The trash will be collected by a garbage collector.“I am old-fashioned, huh?” She couldn’t help but sarcastically remark to herself about what George had told her.“Just wait until Monday when you lay eyes on me. I will laugh in your face,” she says, despite the fact that the
Livia sat in front of the television, engrossed in her favorite show. Suddenly, a news report captured her attention. Anger and disgust tightened her jaw.“Good day, Mr. Welthe! Could it be true? Has the heiress of the Welthe Empire finally been found?” As Richard Welthe gracefully stepped into his luxurious limousine, accompanied by his loyal bodyguards, a curious reporter couldn’t help but ask about the distinguished old man’s presence.Despite the bodyguards’ efforts to ward off the barrage of unexpected questions from the reporters, they find themselves overwhelmed by the sheer number of journalists present.Richard Welthe is a name that is hard to miss, especially when he is on a desperate search to find his beloved child. The reward he offers for any information is nothing short of substantial.Richard Welthe, with a cold expression adorning his face, remained silent, refusing to entertain any inquiries from the persistent reporters. The man stepped into his car, and as if by ma
The grandest ballroom at Mr. Welthe’s prestigious five-star hotel was chosen for hosting this extravagant party. The entire world is on the verge of witnessing the arrival of the only successor to the world’s empire. Everyone is waiting for Mr. Welthe to reveal the identity of his missing heir, who went missing twenty years ago, causing his wife profound depression and ultimately leading to her death. The party was a joyous occasion, as it marked the momentous occasion of Mr. Welthe’s long-awaited reunion with his missing daughter. The entire ballroom transformed into a scene reminiscent of the medieval era. The guests were dressed in their finest medieval attire, donning suits and gowns that transported them back in time. One person is smirking especially since she expected this day to turn her life upside down. The woman is together with George, who is also excited for Letty to be rich. Both individuals presumed that the gathering was intended for Letty. “What did Mr. Welthe tel