Emily was finally basking in glory at the company.

The HR department quickly announced her promotion and raise. Leadership praised her repeatedly in meetings, calling her competent and highly capable.

Within a few days, multiple clients came knocking, all specifically requesting to sign deals with her.

Emily strutted around like a proud peacock, her chin raised so high that she was practically looking down her nose at me.

"Mia, you must be so jealous right now, huh? Well, too bad. You’re not as pretty as me, and you’re definitely not as talented. My advice? Suck up to me now. Who knows, once I marry into a rich family, I might let you be a maid at my house!"

With that, she turned and walked away on 4-inch stilettos, clicking loudly with every smug step.

The rest of the team had been thoroughly worn down by her arrogance over the past few days. They started whispering among themselves.

"Has Emily totally lost it? She got promoted to some minor management role, and now she thinks she runs the place. Today, she even warned me not to piss her off. She claims she’s about to marry into a wealthy family!"

"Marry into a wealthy family? Please. As if. She gets a dog and suddenly thinks she’s some society heiress?"

"That’s nothing. She’s been bragging that she’s gonna be Mr. Sullivan’s wife! She’s absolutely delusional…"

Everyone was annoyed and mocking her behind her back, convinced she was full of herself. But I knew the truth.

Everything Emily said was true. She really was about to marry into wealth. She would become Silas Sullivan’s wife and reach the pinnacle of her life.

Alas, that was also the beginning of her nightmare.

Soon, thanks to landing multiple major deals, Emily became the company’s top salesperson. To celebrate the team hitting its quarterly target, the company threw a cocktail party. Emily was over the moon because she remembered exactly what happened in our past life.

It was at that same party where our CEO, Silas, had fallen in love with me at first sight. Right then and there, he had confessed his feelings, proposed, and asked me to be his wife.

Overnight, I went from an invisible employee to the future Mrs. Sullivan. Emily must have been dying of envy back then.

So in this life, the second she heard about the cocktail party, she couldn’t contain herself. She dressed to the nines that night, wearing almost the exact same gown, heels, hairstyle, and lipstick I’d worn at that party in our last life.

Except for one thing, which was the most important detail of all—Snowy.

Sure enough, as soon as she arrived, Emily locked her eyes on Silas across the room. She was just about to make her move when he turned and looked straight at her. Right in front of everyone, he began striding over.

Emily’s excitement was impossible to hide. She batted her lashes and leaned in coyly. "Mr. Sullivan—"

"Where’s the toy poodle?" he cut her off. "Why didn’t you bring it with you?"

Silas’s voice was sharp, tinged with urgency as he grabbed Emily by the wrist and demanded, "Where’s the dog?"

Emily froze, completely caught off guard that Silas even knew about the dog. She stammered out, "I-It wouldn’t stop barking today. I thought it wasn’t feeling well, so I brought it to the pet hospital."

She wasn’t lying. She had actually taken Snowy to the hospital. The dog had grown weak.

In our previous life, after I brought it home, I had cared for it meticulously. I thought it was just malnourished. I made soup for it, fed it nourishing broths, and kept it close by my side at all times. Even at work, I’d leave it in my car so I could check on it constantly, terrified something might go wrong.

Thanks to that care, it gradually improved. Its coat even became shinier and smoother. I worked myself sick looking after it.

However, this time around, Emily had no patience or energy for the dog. Her mind was consumed with one thing only—marrying Silas. She simply dumped the dog at the pet hospital.

Silas’s face darkened. "How could you just bring it to a pet hospital? That place is full of animals. How is it supposed to survive in there?"

Emily was stunned by the outburst and reflexively replied, "But… it is an animal…"

"Shut up!"

His expression turned even colder as he barked at her, then yanked her by the wrist and dragged her out of the room, completely ignoring the curious stares from everyone around.

Driven by curiosity, I followed them. Sure enough, we soon found Snowy at the hospital.

It was barking frantically inside a cage. The moment it saw Silas, it grew visibly excited, even having tear stains at the corners of its eyes.

Emily rushed forward to scoop it up. Although she still didn’t fully understand why Silas had suddenly asked about the dog, she’d pieced together on the way over that I’d once taken great care of it in our past life. So now, in front of Silas, she quickly tried to put on a show of being loving and devoted:

"Oh my sweet little Snowy, Mommy only left you here for a tiny bit. Why are you so scared, baby? Come, let Mommy give you a cuddle…"

Under her soothing voice, Snowy finally settled down, slowly resting in her arms.

Silas’s demeanor also softened. His eyes filled with something close to affection as he looked at Emily. "I never would've guessed you were so kindhearted. I like girls with compassion. Tell me, do you have a boyfriend?"

Emily’s face flushed bright red. She had been waiting to hear this moment for so long. She shook her head quickly. "N-No, Mr. Sullivan—oh, I mean, Silas. I don’t have a boyfriend."

"Is that so?" A small smile appeared at the corners of Silas’s lips. He stepped forward and took her hand. "Well, you do now."

Emily was so overwhelmed that she could barely believe her ears. Her cheeks turned crimson as she threw herself into Silas’s arms.

He gently returned the hug, his movements soft and warm, but I caught the flicker of disgust in his eyes.

Just then, the vet called out for Emily to settle the bill. Her face soured with annoyance, but she didn’t dare show it in front of Silas. So, she gritted her teeth, peeled herself away from him, and quickly followed the vet to the counter.

As she disappeared down the hall, Silas’s face shifted back to that cool, distant expression. He stepped forward, leaned close to the snowy white poodle, and murmured softly, "Just hang on for another two weeks. After that, it’ll all be over."

My heart clenched at those words.

Two weeks?

Silas was already this eager to act?

The next morning, as soon as I walked into the office, I heard coworkers gossiping all around me:

"Emily is such a manipulative vixen. I can’t believe she actually locked down Mr. Sullivan! Word is, he’s already confirmed publicly that he’s her boyfriend!"

"I heard it was love at first sight. Not only did he admit to the relationship, but they’re apparently getting married really soon!"

"Holy crap! How did Emily pull this off? Why is she so lucky? She’s actually marrying into high society? Is the bar that low now?!"

…

Right in the middle of their chatter, Emily walked in, decked out head to toe in designer labels, her sunglasses perched glamorously on her nose. Behind her trailed a man who looked like a bodyguard.

She pulled off her sunglasses and looked around the office with smug superiority.

"I told you all I’d marry rich. None of you believed me. You better show some respect now. I’m the CEO’s fiancée!"

Then, she strutted right up to me.

"Mia, you must be dying of jealousy. We used to be the same low-level grunts, and now look at me; I’m your boss’s future wife. Go get me a glass of water."

I stood up and looked at her with a blank expression.

"You’ve only met Silas Sullivan once, and he already wants to be your boyfriend? Doesn’t that seem a little strange to you?"

"What’s so strange about that?" she snapped. "Beautiful women attract successful men. You wouldn’t understand, being the plain little nobody you are."

The more she talked, the more riled up she got. She deliberately stepped closer, lifted her hand, and jabbed a finger hard against my forehead.

"And just so you know, I’m getting married to Silas in two weeks. I’ll officially become Mrs. Sullivan. If you know what’s good for you, you’d get down on your knees and start kissing up to me right now. Otherwise, I could have you fired in a second!"

I wasn’t afraid of getting fired. What I wasn’t ready for was letting Emily off easy without seeing how she’d fall.

After a moment of thought, I went and got her a glass of water, then handed it to her with an apologetic smile. "Here you go, Mrs. Sullivan."

Emily was absolutely thrilled to hear me say that. She burst into arrogant laughter, then tipped the water right onto me before turning and walking away.

Our coworkers were furious on my behalf and tried to speak up, but I just smiled faintly.

Two more weeks. I wanted to see how long she could keep acting this high and mighty.

Finally, the day of Silas and Emily’s wedding arrived.

To show off, she video called me. The moment I picked up, she flipped the camera to face herself.

"Mia, I bet you’ve never even seen a wedding dress this beautiful before, or a diamond this huge! Well, what can I say? You’re just poor and tacky, always meant to be under my heel. You’ll be relying on me just to survive at work. How pathetic is that?"

I ignored her taunts and stared closely at the background of her video. There was no altar, no garden ceremony, and no grand piano. There was just a black crucifix.

The eerie setup was exactly like what I’d seen in my past life.

So, it was finally happening: the scene I’d waited so long to witness. And the truth behind Snowy’s so-called "good luck" was about to be revealed.

As I focused on the screen, a soft female voice came through from off-camera, "Silas, is this the gift you prepared for me?"