In previous years, Cassandra always attended the charity gala with Oliver.

But this year, she did not receive an invitation. Only then did she find out that Oliver had brought Bianca instead.

When she got into the car, she clenched her hands together tightly. Her mind felt empty and confused.

When she arrived at the gale and was about to enter, the security guard stopped her. “Please show your invitation.”

“I don’t have one, but I am Oliver Prescott’s wife,” Cassandra said.

The guard laughed. “Mr. Prescott’s wife already went in with him. If you want to pretend to be her, you should at least do some research.”

Seeing that he didn’t believe her, Cassandra took out her ID. “The woman who went in with my husband is my younger sister. I am his real wife.”

Even she found it ridiculous to say this. Luckily, the guard had heard rumors about the twin sisters and let her in.

When Cassandra entered the hall, Oliver was standing on stage, holding Bianca’s hand. He looked at Bianca with gentle eyes.

“Everything I’ve achieved is thanks to her support,” he said. “Even this charity work was her idea.”

People in the audience praised them.

“Mrs. Prescott is so kind.”

“Director Oliver is truly blessed.”

“She’s beautiful and kind. It would be perfect if she could have a child.”

“That’s easy now. Medical technology is advanced.”

Suddenly, the hall fell silent.

Someone gasped. “Why is there another Mrs. Prescott here?”

Someone whispered, “That can’t be the twin sister of Mrs. Prescott, right?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Cassandra walked forward. “Bianca, you dared acting as me to be at this charity gala. Aren’t you afraid of being exposed?”

Bianca froze. Oliver reacted quickly and spoke first.

“Aren’t you busy with Grandma Willow’s funeral?” he said. “That's why I asked your sister to come instead.”

Cassandra looked at both of them and smiled coldly. “Instead of me? Or so she could become your wife?”

Her face suddenly darkened. “Bianca, if you don’t want me to expose your secret, return that dress to me.”

“That is the only thing Grandma Willow left me,” and the only thing I can still keep.

Bianca laughed, her eyes full of provocation. “I won’t take it off. What can you do?”

Cassandra laughed too. “You came to my house, seduced my husband, became the third woman in your own sister’s marriage—”

Before she could finish, Oliver covered her mouth. He looked shocked and turned to the crowd. “My wife is mentally unstable after a death of our grandmother.”

Cassandra bit his palm hard. Oliver pulled his hand back in pain.

“These are all true!” Cassandra shouted. “I’m not crazy—”

Before she could finish, Oliver signaled the bodyguards. They immediately dragged her away.

“Please come with us.”

Bianca hadn’t expected Cassandra to say everything on live stream. A flash of cruelty then crossed her eyes.

She smiled and followed behind. “Sister, I’ll change and give the dress back to you.”

Backstage, Oliver frowned. “How did you find out?”

“I saw it that night.”

Oliver’s expression changed. After a long pause, he said, “Yes, I like Bianca. But I still married you in the end.”

Then he added, “You should be satisfied. You’ve been Mrs. Prescott for so long.”

Cassandra felt only mockery. Any feelings she once had disappeared when Grandma Willow died.

Coldly, she said, “You forced me. Give me the dress back and I’ll pretend I know nothing.”

Oliver was stunned. She used to love him deeply. Why was she so calm about this now?

A deep unease rose in his heart. He never thought that, to Cassandra, he was less important than a dress.

“Cassandra,” he said angrily, “It’s just a dress. Is this really necessary?”

“You have so many clothes. I can buy you ten, a hundred!”

Cassandra looked straight at him. “She can have any dress she wants. But not this one. Grandma Willow made it for me with her own hands.”

Oliver’s face darkened. Before he could respond, Bianca stepped forward.

“Sister, do you know what people are saying about you?” She showed her the live comments.

The comments were full of insults.

“She married into the Prescotts and still fights over a dress?]

[She ruined the live broadcast on purpose.]

[No wonder the Prescotts never accepted her.]

One comment said, [But that dress was from her grandma.]

It was quickly drowned out.

Bianca smiled softly. “See, sister? You’re being unreasonable.”

“If you really want it,” she said, “I’ll take it off and give it back to you.”

She turned to Oliver. “Oliver, you should go first.”

Oliver looked at Cassandra with guilt. Then he hid his emotions.

“Cassandra,” he said, “I owe you, but the position of Mrs. Prescott will always be yours.”

Bianca’s eyes turned cold. She went into the changing room. Cassandra followed her to get the dress.

Bianca lifted the dress in her hands. “Sister, do you really want this dress that badly?”

“Yes,” Cassandra said firmly. “You can take everything else from me. Even Grandma Willow’s inheritance. But not this dress.”

“Alright,” Bianca said with a smile.

She pretended to hand it over but then suddenly tore it apart with her hands.

Rip.

It felt like a thunderbolt. Cassandra’s mind went blank. She rushed forward and clutched the torn fabric.

“No!!”

Cassandra's hands trembled as she picked up the dress.

The diamonds that once shone like stars were scattered all over the floor. The deep blue gown was torn beyond repair.

Bianca showed no guilt at all. A cruel smile appeared on her face. “Sister, did you ever wonder why Grandma Willow died so suddenly?”

She leaned close and whispered each word clearly into Cassandra’s ear. “I was the one who switched her medicine to something that made her illness worse.”

“When she died, she kept calling your name. She wanted to see you. So, I made sure she never could.”

Looking at Bianca’s proud smile, a deep chill spread through Cassandra’s body. It felt like cold had reached her bones.

She could no longer control her emotions. “Bianca, she was your grandma too! How could you do something like this?”

“She left inheritance for both of us,” Cassandra said, her voice shaking. “How can you face her? Bianca, do you even have a heart?”

Bianca’s expression suddenly twisted with hatred. “That old woman gave me a few million. What is that compared to what she gave you? She favored you so much. I wanted her dead!”

“Why do you deserve everything when you’re worse than me in every way? Grandma Willow did that. Even Oliver chose you.”

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. The hatred in her eyes was terrifyingly real

Cassandra looked at her distorted face and felt completely powerless.

Before Cassandra could say anything, Bianca suddenly stepped back in panic. “Sister, I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me! Don’t hurt me!”

Cassandra froze.

Bianca kept stepping backward. Behind her was the staircase. Before Cassandra could warn her, Bianca fell down the stairs.

Bang.

Cassandra’s head buzzed.

At that moment, Oliver rushed in after hearing the noise. He walked in just in time to see Bianca fall.

He looked up at Cassandra in disbelief, his eyes red with rage. “Cassandra! I fell in love with her, sure, but she is still your sister! Why are you doing this to her?!”

Cassandra breathed rapidly and shook her head. “I didn’t push her. She fell on her own.”

Oliver laughed angrily. “Do you think I’d believe that?”

Cassandra clenched her phone, about to say she had proof. But suddenly, the world spun.

In a burst of rage, Oliver shoved her hard. She fell down the stairs.

Bang.

Her body hit the ground violently. Sharp pain exploded through her entire body. She heard bones crack and screamed in agony.

Oliver stood above her on the steps, looking down coldly. “If you like pushing people so much, then feel what it’s like yourself.”

Cassandra’s vision went dark.

Just before she lost consciousness, she saw Oliver gently holding Bianca in his arms.

When she woke up again, she was lying on the cold floor. No one was there.

The blood on her body had already dried. The door was shut. Everything around her was dark.

She limped forward. Every step sent sharp pain through her body.

She banged on the door again and again. She shouted until her voice became hoarse.

Time passed slowly.

Only in the morning did someone finally open the door.

A staff member looked at the blood on the floor and sneered. “Clean this up before you leave, would you?”

When Cassandra returned to the Prescott home, she saw that the dress Grandma Willow gave her was completely destroyed.

She asked someone to repair it.

They shook their head. “I’m sorry, miss. The damage is too severe. Even if we fix it, it won’t look the same.”

Cassandra’s fingers trembled as she ended the call.

She couldn’t keep Grandma Willow’s inheritance. Now even the last thing her grandma left her was gone.

She collapsed onto the floor, her face pale.

Her phone then vibrated. “Ms. Wolfe, the car is ready. We can leave around three.”

Cassandra closed her tired eyes. “Alright.”

Around the same time, Oliver asked the nurse at the hospital, “Is there a woman named Cassandra Wolfe admitted here?”

The nurse shook her head. “No, sir.”

Oliver’s right eyelid twitched. A sudden feeling of unease rose in his chest.

The next second, Bianca on the hospital bed looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Oliver, go check on my sister. I’m fine.”

This was her usual trick, pretending to step back so he would stay. In the past, Oliver always fell for it. But this time, he hesitated.

Just as Bianca thought he would stay, Oliver stood up. “Rest well. I’ll come back to see you soon.”

On the way home, Oliver’s mind was filled with Bianca’s tearful face. He rushed back as fast as he could and pushed the door open in panic.

Behind the door, Cassandra was watching the security footage. On the screen, Oliver and Bianca were hugging closely.

Her stomach twisted. She felt sick.

So while she was gone, Oliver had brought Bianca into their shared bedroom and done all kinds of intimate things there.

Bang.

The front door slammed shut. Cassandra instinctively turned off the monitor. She looked at him coldly.

“Why are you here?”

Shouldn’t he be with Bianca right now?

Seeing Cassandra standing in the living room, the worry Oliver carried all the way finally eased.

He looked around the house and noticed many things were missing. On the jewelry table, the pieces he had casually bought for Cassandra, the ones she once treasured, were all gone.

“Sandra… where is the jewelry I gave you?” His voice sounded unsteady.

Unlike his anxiety, Cassandra remained calm. “They were old. They cracked. I threw them into the trash.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Oliver said quickly. “If they’re damaged, it’s fine to throw them away. I’ll buy you new ones.”

This was the first time since their marriage that Oliver called himself her husband.

Cassandra looked at him in surprise. Her heart felt completely still.

Oliver was thinking about something else and didn’t reflect much on the jewelry. Softly, he said, “Sandra, my parents have accepted our relationship.”

“Wait a little longer before leaving. Tomorrow, I’m planning a surprise for you.”

There was a trace of guilt in his eyes. “I love your sister, but I promise you, the position of Mrs. Prescott will always be yours.”

For a rare moment, he looked sincere.

Cassandra stared at the face she had known since youth. Her numb heart still felt a sharp pain. How could he say something so cruel so calmly?

She swallowed the ache. She wanted to say that Bianca could have the title if she wanted it.

Before she could speak, Oliver’s phone rang.

It was Bianca.

“Oliver, where are you? I think I touched my wound. It hurts so much.”

With just one sentence, Oliver grabbed his keys and turned to leave.

Then he noticed how quiet it was behind him.

He turned back. “Sandra, I’ll come back to see you tonight.”

Cassandra stood still, silently watching his retreating back.

She made a phone call. “Is everything ready?”

“Yes. It will be released tomorrow.”

After hanging up, Cassandra curved her lips slightly. “Perfect. I also have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

A car had already arrived downstairs.

Cassandra left a letter, went downstairs and got into the car. Her phone vibrated again.

It was a message from Oliver: [Tomorrow, go to the hotel. A makeup artist will be there. This time, I’ll let you become my wife openly.]

Cassandra forwarded the location to Bianca. Then she blocked Oliver, Bianca and both parents’ numbers.

She slowly let out a breath and said to the driver, “Drive.”

“Alright. Please sit tight.” The car moved forward slowly.

Cassandra looked out the window at the passing scenery.

She whispered to herself, "Oliver, I’ve already left. When you finally realize I’m gone, how will you feel then?"