The night air was bitterly cold, the stars sharp and unforgiving.
Clara Lambert lay in her hospital bed, her hollow gaze fixed on the television screen.
"Today, Serena Lambert and the Montgomery heir exchanged vows in a lavish ceremony. Costing hundreds of millions of dollars, this wedding is truly unprecedented..."
"The alliance between the Lamberts and the Montgomery Group has sent their stock prices soaring..."
The news broadcast was a vibrant blur of floral arrangements and extravagant celebrations.
Clara watched the impeccably dressed bride and groom.
She also spotted four young men in sharp black suits—her four biological brothers.
As their sister, she had withered away in this hospital room for a decade, living a life worse than death.
And yet, her brothers were attending her worst enemy's wedding.
Clara felt completely numb.
A suffocating wave of despair washed over her.
The sharp clicking of heels echoed abruptly down the hallway.
A moment later, the door to her hospital room was violently shoved open.
Clara looked up, a mocking smirk touching her pale lips. "Taking the time to visit me on your wedding night? I suppose Zachary couldn't perform."
Serena stepped closer.
She stared at the grotesque scars crisscrossing Clara's face.
Over the years, whenever Serena was in a bad mood, she would come here and carve another line into Clara's skin.
"You're already hideous! Why does Zachary still think about you?"
Serena shrieked, her expression twisted with rage.
She had expected her wedding night to be the happiest moment of her life.
But in the heat of their most intimate moment, her husband had unconsciously murmured Clara's name.
Calling out another woman's name in bed.
It was the ultimate humiliation.

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