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Lydia Abbott once loved Henry Lawson with everything she had. For ten years, she endured his cruelty, his silence, and the weight of a crime she didn't commit. After a tragic accident took his father's life and left him in a wheelchair, Lydia became the scapegoat-the daughter of a killer. He adopted her, only to torment her with relentless cruelty. Betrayed, imprisoned, and stripped of her child, Lydia nearly lost her life. When she reached her lowest point, all she received was his cold words: "You deserved it." But the truth always finds its way back. When the lies unravel and Henry finally sees what he destroyed, it's already too late. Lydia vanishes in an explosion that leaves only ashes behind. Five years later, she returns-not as his silent bride, but as a world-renowned scientist, powerful, untouchable, and breathtaking. She looks him in the eye and says with a smile, "Henry Lawson, everything you owed me, I'll take back-twice over." This time, she's not the one begging to stay. He is.
Snow drifted down in slow, silent layers, cloaking the Lawson estate in a bone-deep stillness.
Lydia Abbott knelt at the front steps, her arms wrapped tightly around the frail body of the stray puppy she had rescued that morning. Her dress clung to her skin, damp and freezing, and her fingers-red, cracked, and nearly numb-barely moved as she cradled the animal close.
The puppy's breathing was faint now, its small chest barely rising beneath the folds of her coat.
Above them, one window on the second floor still glowed with warm light. Behind the curtain, Lydia could see two silhouettes-close, intimate, unmistakably entwined. Then, the light went out.
She didn't need to guess what happened next.
A cold, hollow ache bloomed in her chest, worse than anything the wind could deliver. She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead to the puppy's fur.
"You said you'd come back for my birthday," she thought bitterly.
Henry had returned, just as he said he would, but not for her. He came back with another woman by his side.
Just an hour earlier, the house had been still and quiet.
Lydia stood in the living room, her eyes fixed on the small cake sitting on the dining table. It was nothing fancy-just something she had managed to prepare herself, with cream, fruit, and a single candle waiting to be lit. The sweet scent had filled the air, softening the edges of her nerves.
It was her birthday. Her twentieth. Henry had promised he would be home.
She glanced at the clock. 11:40 p.m. Twenty minutes left.
Lydia told herself not to hope. But she had already dressed, already laid out the cake, already lit the faintest warmth in her chest. And beside her, the little puppy lay curled on a blanket, still shivering from the cold. She had found him near the front gate, abandoned and whimpering, and couldn't bring herself to leave him.
Headlights sliced through the window.
Her heart jumped. She moved quickly, lighting the candle and switching off the lights. Then she stood beside the door, breath caught in her throat, a smile threatening to rise.
The door opened, but her smile fell away.
Henry stepped inside, tall and composed, the snow still clinging to his coat.
He wasn't alone. A woman clung to his arm-flawless makeup, heels clicking against the floor, her lips curled into a smirk Lydia couldn't quite name.
Clara Spencer gave Lydia a once-over, brows raised. "Oh? Who's this?"
"She's just a mute maid," Henry replied lazily, not even glancing at Lydia.
The words struck like a slap. Lydia stood frozen, her fingers curling around the edge of her skirt.
Clara let out a soft laugh and lifted one foot. "Well? Help me with my shoes."
Lydia hesitated. Her gaze flicked to Henry, hoping stupidly for some sign he might stop this, might remember what today was.
He didn't. He only looked at her, his expression unreadable.
She knelt without a word. Her hands trembled slightly as she undid Clara's heels and replaced them with slippers.
Clara made a show of stamping her feet, satisfied.
"That's better," she said lightly. "Come on, Henry."
Henry moved past Lydia as if she weren't there.
Her eyes drifted to the cake, still waiting on the table. Still lit. Still untouched.
Clara's voice rang out again, this time with mock delight. "Oh my god, is that cake for me? You remembered my birthday?"
Lydia's throat tightened. She opened her mouth instinctively, but no sound came out.
"That's mine!" she shouted in her head.
Before she could move, the puppy darted out, letting out a single, high-pitched bark.
Clara shrieked and stumbled backward. "What the hell? There's a dog in here!"
Henry's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked.
"No!" Lydia threw herself in the way just in time, curling around the puppy. The blow landed square in her chest. She hit the floor hard, the breath knocked from her lungs, pain blooming across her ribs.
Henry froze for a second. Clara rushed to his side. "That filthy thing almost touched me! Good thing you reacted fast."
He looked down at Lydia, who was still hunched over, arms wrapped around the tiny body beneath her. "Why is there a dog in this house?"
She sat up slowly, gasping for air, and began to sign.
-I found him this morning. He was freezing. I couldn't just leave him.
"Get rid of it," Henry said coldly. "I don't care how."
Her hands moved again, faster this time.
-Please. He's harmless. He won't survive outside.
Henry's eyes narrowed. "You're not listening."
Lydia looked up at him, her vision blurring. After a long pause, she knelt quietly, the motion laced with desperate pleading.
Her hands rose once more, the signs slower now, each one measured and restrained.
-Please. Just let me keep him. Only for tonight.
Henry's gaze didn't soften. Instead, it grew colder.
"You like kneeling so much?" he said. "Fine. Take him and get out."
A flicker of hope vanished, leaving behind nothing but a slow, spreading bitterness.
Lydia didn't speak. She gathered the puppy into her arms and stood. She opened the door. Cold air rushed in, sharp and cruel, slicing against her skin.
She paused in the doorway, the wind tugging at her coat as she turned and looked back-just once. Henry didn't move. He didn't even look at her. So she stepped into the storm, and the door closed softly behind her.
Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Just a Mute Servant
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Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Cruel Henry
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Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Let Me Treat Your Wounds
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Chapter 4 Chapter 4 You Brought This on Yourself
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Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Her Love Was Just a Joke
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Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Could You Be... Her
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Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Don't Tempt Me
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Chapter 8 Chapter 8 He Looks So Kind
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Chapter 9 Chapter 9 This Necklace Looks So Familiar
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Chapter 10 Chapter 10 You're Not Going Anywhere
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Chapter 11 Chapter 11 You Think You Can Compete
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Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Lydia Must Be Eliminated
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Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Come to My Room Tonight
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Chapter 14 Chapter 14 You Disgust Me Like This
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Chapter 15 Chapter 15 She's the Sinner
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Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Don't Leave My Sight
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Chapter 17 Chapter 17 I Won't Let Anyone Hurt You
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Chapter 18 Chapter 18 Take My Blood Instead!
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Chapter 19 Chapter 19 I've Been Looking for You All These Years
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Chapter 20 Chapter 20 Henry, James Is Back
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Chapter 21 Chapter 21 So Eager, Aren't You
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Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Feels Like a Viper's Stare
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Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Get Out
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Chapter 24 Chapter 24 She Dared to Disappear on Him
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Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Not a Child Anymore
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Chapter 26 Chapter 26 Driven Mad by Jealousy
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Chapter 27 Chapter 27 This Is the Price of Betrayal
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Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Can I Borrow Her
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Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Henry, I Have a Headache
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Chapter 30 Chapter 30 Cure Her or Get Out
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Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Maybe It's Neurological
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Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Is She Starting to Remember Something
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Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Do You Still Remember Me
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Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Are You Satisfied with This Solution
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Chapter 35 Chapter 35 One Look and He Fell for Her
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Chapter 36 Chapter 36 What Gives Her the Right to Be Here
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Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Forced to Drink It
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Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Someone, Please Save Me
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Chapter 39 Chapter 39 Where Is It
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Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Mr. Lawson Got Stamina
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