Because I had already caused his death with my willfulness; I couldn’t let him suffer in the afterlife.
To warn me, Michael used some extreme measures, transferring the entire law firm to Fiona’s name. He even offered to saddle me with massive debts, forcing me to grovel before Fiona.
Being in prison, I was no match for him and had to leave with nothing.
Michael perfectly inherited his father’s genes—decisive, ruthless, and calculating.
He didn’t force me to kneel before Fiona; he simply left me room to maneuver, hoping that after suffering in society, I would obediently return to beg him.
At that time, whether I became his wife or concubine, it was all up to him.
Three months later, I was released from prison. Michael and Fiona had already held their wedding.
A custom-made, diamond-encrusted wedding dress from France, the starry sky setting of Silverlake Estate—it was breathtakingly beautiful, showing the owner’s utmost care.
Seeing the wedding gift he once gave me transformed into someone else’s bridal chamber, I burned it down.
...When Frederick Blake returned, I was still lost in thought.