Even on the night before her wedding, Madison found herself entangled with her fiancé once more.

After one intense round, she lay in Patrick’s arms, hoping to rest for a moment.

But his hands began to wander again, making her flush.

“The wedding’s tomorrow,” she whispered. “Save some energy.”

Patrick leaned down, his voice husky. “Be good. One more time.”

And she melted, letting him continue.

They carried on through the night.

Finally, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted toward sleep.

In that hazy state, she felt Patrick wrap his arms around her and murmur softly.

“Sweetheart, I still have some paperwork to finish. Since we’re already legally married, let’s just move the ceremony to two weeks from now.”

Half-asleep, Madison barely registered his words, mumbling something in reply.

It should have been a dark, dreamless sleep—but then a mechanical voice echoed in her ears.

**[The System is coming online. Prepare to glimpse the future.]**

White light flashed. Suddenly, she was standing in a wedding venue.

Before she could process it, she saw them: Patrick and her best friend, Ruth, standing hand-in-hand at the altar in wedding attire.

The venue… Ruth’s gown… they looked painfully familiar.

They were the ones she had personally chosen for her own wedding.

Pure fury washed over her. She took an involuntary step forward, ready to demand answers.

But Patrick’s icy glare froze her in place.

Ruth leaned against his shoulder, a mocking smirk curling her lips.

“Surprised? Marrying you was just to secure our son's place as the Madison heir.”

“You think you’re good enough for Patrick? After today, you can rot in hell!”

Madison’s eyes snapped to the ring bearer—a boy with Patrick’s face.

But she’d never had a child with him.

“Ruth just wants what’s best for our son,” Patrick said, his tone chillingly casual. “If you behave, I’ll keep you around. You know you’ve burned bridges with your parents. In front of all these people, the Madison family will disown you to save face. Just stay home, take care of Ruth and the boy. I won’t make it hard for you.”

His words plunged her into an icy abyss. Watching their intimate display made her sick.

She turned to run.

The scene shifted. An empty street at night.

Behind her, an engine roared to life.

Even through the glass, she saw it clearly—Patrick flooring the accelerator, his eyes filled with vicious intent as he aimed straight for her.

Then, immense pain. Then, endless darkness.

The mechanical voice spoke again, explaining everything.

What she had just witnessed was a glimpse of the future: their actual wedding, two weeks from now.

Madison vaguely remembered Patrick mentioning postponing the ceremony just before she fell asleep.

So the “unfinished paperwork” involved putting assets in trust for his son with Ruth.

He'd exploited her status as the Madison family's prized daughter to elevate their child, only to kill her in the end.

And they’d just signed the marriage certificate yesterday. He hadn’t wasted any time.

She felt cold to her very core.

Six years together. On the verge of starting a life.

It took a system showing her the future to finally see Patrick for what he was.

The System spoke once more.

**[Your glimpse was fueled by a future version of your own resolve. Now escape this fate and change your future.]**

Then it was gone. The weight on her chest lifted.

Her eyes opened. The familiar ceiling. Patrick, still asleep beside her.

She broke out in a cold sweat, her heart thundering.

She lay there, breathing carefully, terrified of waking him.

It still felt unreal.

But that icy stare, remembered now, sent a fresh shiver down her spine.

The terrifyingly real pain of the impact.

Even with her doubts, she slipped silently out of bed.

Phone in hand, she nervously clutched her nightgown.

To marry Patrick, she’d turned her back on her family.

She wasn’t sure her father would even answer.

“Madison? Why are you calling so late? Did that bastard do something?”

Her eyes instantly welled up.

Her father’s voice sounded older, but the concern was still there.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing her voice steady. “Dad, I’ve agreed to the arranged marriage with Jeffrey.”

Her father was clearly stunned. After a beat, he responded eagerly. “Oh… good. That’s good. But your mother and I are still overseas for the new project with Jeffrey's family. If you’re sure, we’ll return in two weeks with Jeffrey. We’ll handle the marriage then.”

Madison held back her tears. “Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

“Who are you waiting for?”

The voice came from behind her, just as the door opened. Madison startled.

She hung up the phone quickly, forcing a smile. “No one. I was supposed to have dinner with Ruth, but she had to reschedule.”

At the mention of Ruth, Patrick’s expression tightened. He didn’t press further.

Finished dressing, he leaned in for a kiss. “I need to head to the office early today—some things to handle. And I’m sorry about pushing back the wedding. You’ve been so patient. I’ll make it up to you after we’re married, I promise.”

Madison turned her face away, a bitter smile touching her lips. “It’s fine. Really.”

Patrick ruffled her hair affectionately, said nothing more, and left.

The click of the front door closing finally let her release a held breath.

Her parents and Jeffrey would be back in two weeks. She needed to move out quickly and renegotiate the wedding venue. But the most pressing matter was still the legal paperwork to establish Patrick’s paternity of Ruth’s son.

She still couldn’t quite believe it. Yet… what if the vision from her ‘travel’ was real?

Lost in thought, her gaze fell on the phone on the table.

Patrick’s phone. He must have forgotten it.

Hesitating only a second, she seized the opportunity. She picked it up and began scrolling rapidly.

It was all there, just as she’d seen. The photos in his gallery, the chat logs with Ruth—everything confirmed the truth she had glimpsed that fateful night.

The sound of a key in the front lock jolted her. No time for heartbreak. She placed the phone back exactly as it was and hurried into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, you’re cooking? You should sleep in. I’ll call the private chef for you.” His voice carried from the entryway. “Forgot my phone. Gotta run. Don’t overwork yourself.”

He left in a rush, not noticing Madison’s silent, turned back, assuming she hadn’t heard.

He didn’t know that the moment the lock clicked shut, her tears began to fall.

Everyone knew Mr. Patrick was a prodigy—a self-made entrepreneur who’d built a renowned company from nothing while still young. Everyone praised his devotion to his wife: cold and aloof in public, yet gentle and obedient only around her.

But only Madison knew the truth. Patrick had carved out his empire leaning heavily on her connections and status as the heiress to the Madison Family Enterprise. His company, though not on the scale of hers, was more than comfortable. Yet he was never satisfied; his greed knew no bounds.

And now, even that famed ‘devotion’ was exposed as nothing but a six-year performance—a calculated act for fame and fortune.

It took her a long moment to steady herself.

Then a thought flashed through her mind. She went straight to the innermost drawer in the bedroom.

Back when she’d been dead-set on being with Patrick—even willing to burn bridges with her family for him—she’d taken all her important documents along. They’d just gotten their marriage license yesterday. The papers should have been right here.

Sure enough, the marriage certificate and both their IDs were gone.

Madison stared at the empty drawer and let out a self-mocking laugh.

How could she have been so naive, swallowing Ruth’s sob story whole? Believing her ‘best friend’ had been betrayed and abandoned by some heartless man, even supporting the mother and child all this time. Little did she know, that ‘heartless man’ was her own husband, and the two of them were busy plotting against her.

Thinking of Patrick brought another wave of bitter laughter.

Saying she wasn’t hurt would be a lie. After all, she and Patrick had been together for six years.

In college, her status as the Madison heiress had brought her nothing but trouble—not a single genuine friend, just jealousy and snide remarks. Young Madison had no idea how to protect herself, desperate just to maintain any semblance of normalcy.

So when those people smiled and invited her to a birthday party, she eagerly agreed. She bought a gift and even paid the bill in advance, only to walk into a carefully orchestrated humiliation.

At the critical moment, it was Patrick who stepped forward and pulled her out of that hell.

They fell in love afterwards. Patrick even introduced her to Ruth, and the two became the closest of friends.

Who could have imagined it was all an elaborate trap, designed specifically for her?

Looking back now, that entire humiliating incident was probably orchestrated by Patrick himself.

Six years of love and hope shattered in an instant. Madison couldn’t hold back a few more tears.

After the wave of grief passed, she wiped her red-rimmed eyes.

If this ‘travel’ was triggered by the future Madison’s obsession, it was clear just how desperate and filled with regret that version of her must have been. The Madison from two weeks later had reached out a hand for help. The Madison of now would not let Patrick succeed again.

The legal process surely couldn’t be completed that quickly. She just had to stop it before the wedding. The hard part was getting the documents. Patrick had clawed his way to the top in the cutthroat business world; his methods were ruthless, and he wouldn’t be careless.

As Madison pondered her next move, she got up and began tidying the room.

She owned few valuables. Ever since the fallout with her family, she’d stopped living the life of a pampered heiress. This place, aside from daily necessities, was filled only with memories of the two of them.

Madison packed some clothes and gathered everything Patrick had ever given her to burn. Love letters from their college days, delicate handmade gifts, protective talismans he’d gotten blessed for her at temples—she threw every last item into the metal basin, watching impassively as the flames devoured them.

The fire leaped waist-high, fueled by six years of her life.

A moment later, the phone rang. Its shrill tone felt especially piercing in the now half-empty apartment.

Madison answered. Instantly, Ruth’s voice came through, choked with sobs and gasps for air.

“Madison, I’m at the end of my rope! You have to help me!”

Ruth arrived suspiciously fast—as if she’d been waiting outside the whole time.

The door swung open, and she rushed toward Madison, eyes red-rimmed. A child of about four or five trailed close behind.

In the past, Madison would have pulled her best friend into an immediate, comforting hug. Now, her feelings were far more complicated. Her arms felt stiff, unsure where to rest.

Ruth seemed to sense something was off, but she brushed it aside, ushering her son inside as if she owned the place. She settled onto the sofa and launched into a tearful complaint.

“Madison, you have no idea. That ex-husband of mine showed up again. He’s a monster! He’s got people waiting downstairs, demanding money in every possible way. Says he won’t leave until I pay up!”

Madison lowered her head, a faint, bitter smile touching her lips.

This wasn’t the first time.

Just a year after graduation, Ruth had shown up out of nowhere with a child, pouring out her woes. Over the years, similar incidents kept happening, and Madison had always been the one to bail her out with money. She’d even considered confronting this so-called ex-husband, but Ruth always stopped her.

“Forget it, Madison. They’re big, tough guys. It’s not worth the trouble…”

Remembering the evasive look in Ruth’s eyes whenever she’d said that, Madison finally understood. The ex-husband was just an excuse. Ruth had only ever come to ask for money.

How laughable. All these years, she’d been footing the bill to raise her own husband and her best friend’s child.

“Just say it. How much this time?”

At that, Ruth’s tears vanished. Her eyes darted, and she revealed her true purpose.

“Madison, I don’t want to give him any more money, but… if I go back home with the kid, it just doesn’t feel safe. Could we… stay with you for a while?”

Madison sighed. What did it matter? She’d be leaving soon anyway.

She nodded and led Ruth upstairs to get a guest room ready. But Ruth refused to settle for it.

“This bed is way too small, Madison. I have the kid with me. What if… we slept here instead?”

She pointed to the master bedroom, her stance making it clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Madison smiled inwardly, then nodded. “Sure.”

It worked out perfectly. She had no desire to share a bed with Patrick anymore. The thought sickened her.

She and Patrick had been married for six years, yet his illegitimate son was already five. Which meant Patrick had never truly broken things off with Ruth all this time. All along, Madison had been the third wheel.

The thought of Patrick rushing off to be with Ruth one night, only to come home the next day and push her onto the sofa for intimacy… Madison felt her stomach churn.

Fine. Tonight, the real couple could have their reunion.

Patrick didn’t return until ten o’clock that night. But when he saw Ruth, he showed not a flicker of surprise. Madison watched his expression carefully. It was calm, as if he’d known all along.

Patrick greeted Ruth briefly, and then everyone retreated to their respective rooms. The whole exchange felt stiff, unnaturally distant.

The moment their bedroom door closed, Patrick pressed her against it.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me she was coming? You scared me. I mean, I’ve known Ruth for ages, but she’s still an outsider at the end of the day.”

Madison sneered inwardly. He was putting on quite the act.

The smell of alcohol washed over her as Patrick’s hands began to wander.

“Baby, isn’t it more exciting… with someone right next door?”

Madison’s stomach revolted. She shoved him away and bolted for the bathroom.

After throwing up, she returned, her face composed.

“I’m not feeling well tonight. I’ll sleep on the sofa downstairs.”

Patrick paused, feigning remorse.

“It’s my fault for not noticing you weren’t feeling well. I can’t let you sleep on the sofa. I’ll go.”

He got up without hesitation and headed downstairs. Moments later, the villa fell into silence once more.

Only then did Madison rise quietly and search the jacket Patrick had left behind.

Nothing.

He was that wary of her? Carrying all his important documents even for a secret rendezvous?

Suddenly, a soft click came from next door. The hallway light flicked on, then off.

Madison cracked her door open a sliver, peering out.

Downstairs on the sofa, two figures were entwined in a tight embrace. The sounds of heavy, lustful breathing were unmistakable.

Ruth’s voice drifted up. “Honey, slow down. How did things go with the… arrangements?”

Patrick’s breathing grew rougher.

“We’ll talk about that later!”