Seven Years of Marriage with Jake novel Chapter 37

Love Story 3-Chapter 1

My name is Julia Morris, and I died.

Killed in a car accident orchestrated by my husband and my own sister.

When I woke up again, I found myself at their younger son's birthday party.

And I... had become their daughter...

I officially became the chairman of the company. Looking at her terrified and desperate expression, I sneered:

"Do you remember Julia Morris?"

I died on a snowy winter day.

There could have been a glimmer of hope for survival, but Sebastian Parker stood there, laughing coldly, unmoved.

And I had placed all my hopes for survival on him.

Pieces of the car wreckage tore through my chest inch by inch.

Blood flowed everywhere, staining the pure white snow, a stark and haunting sight.

The pain was almost unbearable. Looking at Sebastian, just two steps away, I asked in desperation:

"Save me, honey, save me..."

I didn't understand.

Sebastian and I had been married for ten years. From our college romance, starting with nothing, to now being worth millions, I had bet my entire youth on him.

When he said men needed to start businesses, I gave up my own career to support him every step of the way.

When he said he didn't like children, I painfully underwent three abortions, until I could no longer bear children.

But today, as he watched me on the brink of death, he remained indifferent.

Sebastian's pale face twisted into a grimace as he stepped forward and viciously stomped on my chest.

"Why, honey? You said you'd love me forever..."

I clutched his pant leg tightly, the excruciating pain gradually numbing my senses.

In my fading consciousness, I heard Sebastian's vicious words pierce my mind.

"Only with you dead can Sofia and I be together openly! And only then can we get that huge insurance payout to take Parker family's business to the next level! Ha ha ha..."

Sofia? Sofia Morris, my own sister, my blood sister.

"Helen Parker, what are you daydreaming about? Come here right now! Today is an important day for the Parker family. Al you do is sit there eating and drinking, you good-for-nothing!"

The bone-chilling cold vanished, replaced by the glittering scene of a birthday party. I gathered my thoughts as memories suddenly fell into place in my mind.

Oh, so today was the twelfth birthday of my brother, Peter P a r k e r.

Sebastian really did dote on this younger son of his. The party was extravagant enough.

Exquisite delicacies adorned ornate platters, and fine wine filled golden cups.

Wasn't it you who said you didn't like children?