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?"