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.

I held her in my arms, tightly—like she might vanish if I let go.


Janet's body was so light, so fragile. Yet even through the thick fabric of our clothes, her warmth seeped into me, burning straight through my ribs into my chest.


And that was the most terrifying thing.


Her soft voice broke the stillness like a whisper across glass.


But even the smallest hesitation didn't escape her.


Janet was always too perceptive for her own good.


"Janet," I murmured, holding her tighter, "you have to be strong… like our daughter."


The words tasted bittersweet on my tongue.


Her body tensed for a second, then slowly relaxed. Her pale, delicate face lit up like sunrise spilling over frost.


Her hand brushed across her belly—over five months now—and a smile curved her lips.


Chapter 160 - Chapter 160- Don’t cry for me