She was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family—abandoned by her father, oppressed by his legal wife, and humiliated by the so-called sister. She watched her mother perish in a raging fire and was thrown into the flames herself.
Her name was Janice. And she died in that fire.
Ten years later, under a new identity and the name “Janet,” she survives in silence. Forced by her stepmother to marry a wealthy heir rumored to be "paralyzed and disabled," she becomes entangled in a vicious struggle of family betrayal and ruthless power games.
With cold eyes, she watches the hypocrites who once trampled her into the mud—one by one, they will become prey on her road to revenge.
Her wheelchair-bound "husband" Philip, the feuding brothers Charles and August… But what she didn't expect was that the boy who once quietly handed her a handkerchief all those years ago would become the most unpredictable piece in her game of fate.
She has returned—not for hatred, but to personally end the past that was once crushed beneath their feet.

"Why did it take you so long to come back?"


Charles was already waiting when Janet stepped out of the elevator. He gently pulled her hand away from the corner of her eye and immediately noticed the redness—she'd been crying.


"Did you run into someone else down there?"


Charles asked sharply. It was just a simple trip downstairs to hand over a key—there shouldn't have been any emotional turmoil like this.


"Charles… I want to hug you," Janet sniffled. Without a second thought about where they were or who might be watching, she threw herself into his arms. The familiar scent on him, the broad chest, the embrace that always made her feel safe—at that moment, all she wanted was to hold him tightly.


Charles chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around her. Janet was rarely this forward, especially not in the office. But she didn't say anything more, and he didn't push her.


Chapter 71 - Chapter 71- Give it a rest