Hesitating for a moment, I quietly followed him.
The woman in Joseph's arms was his first love, Amanda Harris.
Back then, Amanda had dumped Joseph and gone abroad, leaving him depressed for half a year. He even vowed that if he ever went back to Amanda, he wouldn't be a man.
I secretly snapped a few photos. The priority now was to gather evidence. In my previous life, I was kept in the dark until the very end.
As a well-known entrepreneur, Joseph skillfully used public opinion to make others believe I was the mistress while clearing his own name, driving me to death.
Before they noticed me, I slipped out of the hospital, realizing for the first time how exceptionally bright the sunlight was today.
In a daze, I found myself standing at the door of my grandmother, Sophia Rodriguez's house.
Just as I was about to turn and leave, I hesitated, and then her voice called out behind me, "Who's there? Why don't you come in?"
The moment I heard Sophia's voice, tears welled up in my eyes. I was an orphan, adopted by Sophia, the only family I had in this world.