The first work I had ever done for Christine was titled 'The Lover's Heart,' and it was destroyed just like that.

I gritted my teeth as I clenched my fists so hard that they cracked. I wanted to punch that scumbag. Even if I knew he had done it on purpose, I could not do anything about it.

Christine had once said that she was envious of her business rival, who successfully acquired a one-of-a-kind diamond necklace.

So, I worked day and night just to design a unique necklace, The Lover's Heart, just for her. I still remember how she beamed when she received the necklace and how beautiful her smile was.

She said smugly, "Place this necklace in the most prominent place in the studio. I want everyone to know this necklace can only be worn by me. No one else is worthy of touching it!"

I obediently placed the necklace where all could see. I had received countless offers to buy the necklace, but I never sold it.

Every time I looked at it, I would deceive myself once more, telling myself that if I just worked a little harder, Christine would surely fall for me.

So, I lied to myself for ten years.

Yet, at that moment, Christine quickly ran over to Henry and helped him up, looking worried.

"Are you hurt?"

Henry's eyes reddened. He said innocently, "Christine, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. Do you think Jason would get mad?"

Christine replied coolly, "It's just a stupid necklace. Nothing is more important than your body."

Even though I had expected this answer from her, my heart still throbbed in pain.

My assistant opened his mouth but said nothing. Then, he said anxiously, "Jason really isn't here, Ms. Leigh. He hasn't shown himself for a month. It's time for him to go on stage. We're still searching for him."

"Since he isn't here…" Christine raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Great. We'll get Henry to take his place on stage."

Everyone was stunned, and even I looked at her in disbelief. She knew I had been waiting ten years for this exhibition.

Every work there was my blood, sweat, and tears. My babies.

"W…won't Jason be upset at you? I wouldn't want to…"

"It's done," Christine said, interrupting Henry.

Henry looked helpless, but I could see the suppressed delight and excitement gleaming in his eyes.

I shut my eyes and accepted my fate in resignation.

Henry went on stage to accept the spotlight and praises from the media.

Christine, in the audience, was furrowing her brows with a darkened gaze. I knew her well: she was extremely unhappy at that moment.

What else was she unhappy about? She had given the only thing I had left in the world to Henry.

Thanks to her, I had become the thief who stole other people's works and claimed them as my own.

Why was she still unhappy?

Returning home, Christine patiently put Henry to rest before returning to her room with a darkened gaze.

She called Nate and said, "Where the hell is Jason? Get him to come to the phone."

"Are you nuts? I told you he's dead! He's dead!" Nate bellowed into the phone.

Christine sneered. "Ask Jason about what the hell he wants and get him to come back! Stop with this absurd excuse! I'm going to divorce him! Get him to come home right away!"

Christine hung up and threw her phone against the wall, but it still did not relieve her of her anger.

The pet she could always order around for ten years was suddenly no longer in her control. How could she come to terms with it?

As she breathed heavily, she swept the only photo of us by the nightstand to the floor. Her face was red with fury.

I was oddly calm looking at the cracked frame.

Suddenly, a knock came on the door. Henry said feebly, "Christine, my chest feels a little tight. I don't feel too good…"

Christine took a deep breath and quickly went over to open the door. She was taken aback to see the sight before her.

Henry was topless with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I clenched my fists tightly and relaxed them. My eyes reddened with fury.

"Christine, my chest started to hurt halfway through my shower. I wanted you to be with me."

I was nauseous with disgust seeing a full-grown man trying to gain pity.

Christine blushed, but she moved aside to let him into her room. The moment Henry entered the room, he eagerly hugged her and whispered seductively in her ear, "Christine, you should get a divorce. I don't want to see you suffering anymore. You deserve a much better man. I have thought about you every single day all these years…"

Christine blinked. "But…"

Henry cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. "Christine, don't you love me?"

I waited with bated breath, staring at Christine. I did not know what I was hoping for.

"I do."

At that moment, my heart broke into a million pieces.

"I love you too. We've missed out on so many years. I don't want to waste any more time, Christine."

Christine pursed her lips. Her eyes gleamed with determination. "You're right, Henry. I've called Jason to come back for our divorce. Once everything is settled, we'll be together."

They hugged tightly. I clenched my fists so hard as my body trembled uncontrollably.

Henry was her first love. Everyone in the industry knew about their love story.

The pauper fell in love with the wealthy heiress, and they eloped.

Christine's father, Richard, caught them halfway through the journey. He then sent Henry to prison on account of kidnapping a young woman.

From that point onward, a rift formed between Christine and Richard. Christine clung to the belief that Henry was innocent and that she was the one who destroyed his future and sent him to prison.

The truth, however, was quite the opposite. Henry had secured a buyer. He had planned to kidnap Christine and extort a ransom from Richard before selling her off to the buyer.

However, the plans were foiled as the news leaked. The buyer had fled.

That night, Christine drunkenly clutched onto me, mistaking me for Henry. From then on, all she had for me was hatred and revulsion.

When Richard died from a car crash, in his final moments, he held my hand and repeatedly told me to look after her.

Since Richard was dead, Henry, fresh out of prison, had once again turned his sights on Christine.

I tried to push Henry away from pinning Christine on the bed.

That monster! Scumbag!

However, nothing worked. My hands just went through Henry's body.

"Christine, wake up! That monster is just after your money! Don't fall for it!" I yelled. However, everything seemed rather comical.

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I shut my eyes in utter disappointment.

Surprisingly, the thing that I expected to happen did not occur. Christine placed her hand on Henry's chest and pushed him away. She said, "Henry, you've not fully recovered. Besides, I'm not divorced yet."

Henry's gaze dimmed. "I'm sorry, Christine. I couldn't control myself."

Christine collected herself and said, "Get some rest. If Jason doesn't return tomorrow, we'll go and look for him."

I smiled bitterly. There was no chance in hell for her anymore.

I was suddenly curious. I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw my ashes.

Christine could barely wait. The next day, she immediately took Henry to Nate's place.

When Nate saw her, he stopped her at the door.

"What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Is Jason hiding in your place?"

Christine angrily barged in. Nate did not stop her. When Christine saw my funeral portrait and urn in the middle of the living room, she was suddenly stunned.

With suppressed anger, Nate said, "See? He's dead. Dead."

The next second, Christine maniacally swept everything, including my funeral portrait and urn, to the ground.

Seeing my ashes scattered all over the floor, Nate went over and grabbed her by her hair. With reddened eyes, he forced her to kneel in front of my ashes and yelled, "Sweep those ashes up right now! Do it!"

Christine, suddenly finding her strength, shrugged Nate off. Seeing the ashes on the floor, she muttered with a pale face, "Impossible! This is impossible! He must be hiding because he doesn't want a divorce! All of you are liars!"

I lowered my gaze and snickered. She caused my death. Why was she still pretending otherwise?

Christine stumbled out of Nate's place. The frightened Henry quickly went after her.

I was rather emotional to see the mess. Nate slumped to the ground as he tried to place my ashes back into the urn.

With tears welling in his eyes, he said, "Jason, oh, Jason, why did you fall for such a vixen…"

I smiled self-deprecatingly. I wanted to spend some time with him, but I was automatically drawn back to Christine like a magnet.

"Christine, if Jason is really dead, that's great! You don't even need a divorce anymore. Who would've thought that he had finally done one thing correctly? I'll move in tomorrow!"

"Shut up!" Christine shouted, irritated.

Henry's expression instantly turned ugly.

Christine's lips quivered. She clutched her forehead and forced herself to console Henry. "I'm sorry. I was caught up in my thoughts."

Henry gave her a forced smile.

Returning home, Christine ignored Henry, who tried to reach out to touch her, and headed straight to her room. She quickly took her phone and made a call.

"Dr. Janson, was Jason Lowe's surgery a success?"

"Jason didn't survive the surgery. It was his friend who came to deal with his body. I tried calling you, but you hung up. So, I stopped trying to tell you about this."

Dr. Janson also told her that in my last moments, I was still trying to contact her, yet she would not even come to see me.

He said that I had died an excruciating death. They could not stop my bleeding. He added that I could have had a huge chance of recovering from cancer, but my family had signed an agreement for the transplant, which was what killed me.

I did not hear what else Dr. Janson said as Christine slumped to the floor listlessly. Her phone also fell on the floor.

"How did this happen? I didn't want him to die! I never wanted him to…"

I watched this scene unfold calmly.