“I heard Emma Scott was Daniel’s lapdog. Didn’t think she’d be this shameless—willing to do anything to marry into the Carter family.”
“And look—he’s humiliating her in public. If I were her, I wouldn’t show my face again. What a disgrace to the Scott family.”
In my past life, my obsession with Daniel made me a laughingstock. Even after marriage, he never gave me respect.
At banquets, he’d rather bring his female assistant than me.
He never clarified any scandal. I was Mrs. Carter in name only.
All of it was meant to humiliate me.
I only hated myself—for needing to die once before finding the strength to leave him.
Seeing me stunned, Daniel grew impatient.
“Nothing to say? Emma Scott, when did you become so vicious?”
In my past life, Isabella’s accusation—that I had hired men to assault her—came a week later. Now, just because of a media report, she had accelerated her scheme.
I spent that life trying to explain, but Daniel never believed me.
He knew I feared heights. To avenge Isabella, he had men throw me from a helicopter.
That day, the chopper circled all over Seattle. I lay in the hospital for three days and nights—and he never once came to see me.