Chapter 3

I'd been scolded, and I felt ashamed, but I still couldn't muster any energy.

Last night I'd only managed three hours of sleep total. My head felt like it was about to explode.

I sat at my desk in a daze, looking depressed.

Near lunchtime, I wobbled downstairs and went to the company's adjacent apartment building.

I rummaged through the closet and pulled out an elegant haute couture outfit and a dazzling diamond necklace.

Under the dim lighting, the yellow diamond was as rich as solidified amber.

It was the set Matias had bought for his wife at an auction last month.

Worth ten million dollars, it even made headline news at the time.

Now it was in my hands, and I was casually tapping it against the table, playing with the sound it made.

That's right—the wife he loved to his core was me, and the secretary he scolded into wanting to die was also me.

He thought we were twin sisters, but it was actually both me.

The hickey he found indecent—he'd made it himself last night.

Half a year ago, I'd just started working as Matias's secretary when my parents called me home.

They said Kate had eloped with her boyfriend, and now there was no one to marry into the Williams family.

They wanted me to marry him, under Kate's name.

"Kate will definitely regret this later. We can't leave her without options!"

Mom cried and begged me:

"Violet, you've been with us since you were little, but Kate stayed in the countryside—she hasn't had your advantages. She didn't even get into high school."

"Just think of it as paying back what you owe her. Do this for her, okay?"

She threatened to kill herself. Helpless, I agreed.

I'd originally thought I'd just need to be Matias's wife in name only, like most couples—politely minding our own business, maybe even living separately.

At first, that's exactly how it was.

But later, Matias turned into a sex-crazed demon, clinging to me every night.

Whenever I said no, his eyes would turn red and he'd look at me pitifully, his strong thighs wrapped around my waist, asking hoarsely:

"Honey, don't you love me anymore? Do you have another man out there?"

Sigh... What could I do? He was the one clinging to me, so I could only reluctantly indulge him.

It was exciting at first, but later, I just wanted to castrate Matias.

Especially this past month—I'd averaged only three hours of sleep per night.

Severely sleep-deprived, I made mistakes at work constantly, getting chewed out every single day.

This life of working during the day and "overtime" at night—I really couldn't take it anymore.

I clutched my hair and collapsed onto the bed. Before I could figure out what to do, I fell into a drowsy sleep.