From Mistress to Mrs. Sullivan

From Mistress to Mrs. Sullivan

Meng Xinyu

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My half-sister, Claire, stood in the town square, her dramatically broken engagement a public spectacle. Her tears flowed freely, a performance of distraught innocence she'd perfected. I watched, a familiar chill settling in my chest. This was exactly how it started last time. Shortly after, my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, found me. His handsome face was etched with practiced concern. He declared he had to marry Claire to save her reputation, then coolly promised I'd still be his-his mistress in the shadows. In my past life, my refusal led to Claire's staged suicide, public shaming, isolation, and years of abuse under Ethan's roof, ending in his violent plot that killed me and my unborn child. This time, the rumors branding me cruel spread like wildfire. Ethan even threatened to send Mrs. Gable, my past tormentor, to "train" me into submission. He explicitly told me to wear dove-grey for his wedding, befitting a mistress. The echoes of my worst nightmare were deafening. How could he repeat such calculated cruelty, and why was I doomed to this cycle of torment? The injustice, the sheer audacity of their manipulation, burned within me. But this time, I wouldn't scream or refuse. Armed with grim foresight, I calmly accepted his proposal. My audacious secret was already in motion: I would marry Captain Jack Sullivan, Ethan's bitter rival, and reclaim my life.

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My half-sister, Claire, stood in the town square, her dramatically broken engagement a public spectacle.

Her tears flowed freely, a performance of distraught innocence she'd perfected.

I watched, a familiar chill settling in my chest.

This was exactly how it started last time.

Shortly after, my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, found me.

His handsome face was etched with practiced concern.

He declared he had to marry Claire to save her reputation, then coolly promised I'd still be his-his mistress in the shadows.

In my past life, my refusal led to Claire's staged suicide, public shaming, isolation, and years of abuse under Ethan's roof, ending in his violent plot that killed me and my unborn child.

This time, the rumors branding me cruel spread like wildfire.

Ethan even threatened to send Mrs. Gable, my past tormentor, to "train" me into submission.

He explicitly told me to wear dove-grey for his wedding, befitting a mistress.

The echoes of my worst nightmare were deafening.

How could he repeat such calculated cruelty, and why was I doomed to this cycle of torment?

The injustice, the sheer audacity of their manipulation, burned within me.

But this time, I wouldn't scream or refuse.

Armed with grim foresight, I calmly accepted his proposal.

My audacious secret was already in motion: I would marry Captain Jack Sullivan, Ethan's bitter rival, and reclaim my life.

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