Only when I was about to mention the divorce, George's phone lit up. He quickly glanced at it and apologized to me, "Jane, I'm sorry. I have a business banquet to attend today, so I can't accompany you."

He immediately stood by, preparing to go and said in haste, "I should have brought my wife with me, but you're in such a bad condition. I think you should take a good rest. I can go alone."

George put on his clothes and hurried out, leaving me alone. I decided to take a taxi to the hospital. After leaving the hospital, I updated my ID card photo and went to the law firm to print a divorce agreement.

Unconsciously, I walked to the door of the hotel where the business banquet that George mentioned was held and I deliberately walked in. As soon as I entered the hall, I saw an auction going on the stage to liven up this business banquet.

Sophia wore a low-necked fishtail skirt and coquettishly held George's arm. The foreign businessmen next to them kept praising them for being a perfect match.

George did not explain his relationship with Sophia and the corners of his mouth could not help curling up. He bought a sapphire necklace with the Heart of the Ocean at a high price of 200 million dollar. He wore it on Sophia's neck affectionately and made the guests look envious.

[This is Mrs. Wimsley, right? Mr. Wimsley really dotes on his wife. Not counting this necklace, the rings, antique hairpins and jade bracelets just now, add up to more than 10 billion dollars. He bought them without blinking an eye, just to make his wife happy.]

[Oh, Mrs. Wimsley is a big star. If I had such a beautiful wife, I would also dote on her. How face-saving it would be. Did you see the skirt she was wearing? That is the last work of the international fashion godfather. You can't buy it with money. There is only one. Mr. Wimsley begged for a long time to get it. The price is as much as my company's profit for a whole year.]

I looked down at my jeans that had been washed white and smiled bitterly. In the next second, they noticed me and looked surprised, "Who are you? Why do you look like Mrs. Wimsley?"

The voice here caught George's attention. He saw me and hurried over in panic, "Jane, why are you here?"

He then put a diamond ring on my hand and softly said, "This is what I just bought for you. Don't look at the small diamond on it, the material is very rare. I gave up a project worth hundreds of millions to get it. I intend to give it to you, Jane."

I looked at the ring and felt ironic. George thought I just came, so he didn't know that this ring was a gift from the necklace. In his eyes, I only deserved gifts.

Sophia twisted her waist and walked over. She looked at my face sarcastically and touched the Heart of the Ocean on her neck. She sarcastically greeted me.

"How are you, sister-in-law? I bet you understand that although we look the same now, our treatment is completely different. That broken diamond suits your status anyway. I am different. My brother said that diamonds below ten carats are not worthy of me at all. He always gives me diamonds as big as pigeon eggs. It would be fine if they were only big, but he gave me so many that his house couldn't fit them. But I know you are my best sister-in-law. You will never mind with the little trouble, won’t you?"

I clearly knew what she meant. She just wanted to say that I was as cheap and lowly as the gift.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, George thought I was angry and quickly explained, "Jane, it's not like what you think. Sophia is a public figure. Many paparazzi are watching her. She can't be careless about her fashion. I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Sophia suddenly fell into his arms and said weakly, "Brother, my feet are hurt. Maybe I use the wrong size shoes today. I don’t feel comfortable with it."

George quickly hugged her in his arms and worriedly asked, "What's wrong? I told you not to wear high heels. You look good even in flip-flops. Others can't even compare to your toes. Come on, I'll take you to rest."

He ignored the eyes of others and carried Sophia to the box upstairs. People around me looked at me with contempt, "So you are Mr. Wimsley's slutty wife. You cheated on him and even lost your child. How dare you appear in public? It's only because he is too kind that he didn't ask you to get out."

"Long time ago, if a woman was humiliated, she would have thrown herself into the river out of shame. That's what a chaste woman would be. How dare you live with such shame? You even made yourself look like Miss Blake. Do you think you can win Mr. Wimsley's favor? If it weren't for the status of Miss Blake and Mr. Wimsley, they would have been married long ago. What's the point of you, a slut?"

"You look so poor and disgusting. Get out of here. I feel so dirty just by looking at you."

A huge humiliation surged in my heart. Thinking of the divorce agreement in my bag, I didn't say anything and turned to go upstairs to find George.

The door of the box was not closed properly. Sophia took off her dress and clung to George like a snake. She whispered on his ears teasingly, "George, you did a tightening surgery on someone last time. I've recovered and I want to do it."

George hesitated, "Sophia, don't do this. You’re already someone else's wife and the relationship between you and me... this is not good for you."

"What are you afraid of? We are not related by blood. My husband is abroad all year round. He won't know. I know you have feelings for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't make Jane look like me. Didn't you also do a lengthening surgery for yourself because of me? You said you wanted to make me happy, I want it now~"

Sophia took the initiative to kiss George. George's forehead veins bulged as he couldn't control himself at all. He leaned over and went crazy.

My stomach churned to see the scene. I couldn't bear to watch it anymore and covered my mouth. I ran out of the hotel. The moment I breathed in the fresh air, my tears rolled down completely.

“George, how could you do this to me?” I wondered. I didn't know how long I sat there. A basin of water with a strange smell was poured over my head.

Sophia suddenly appeared with a bottle of red wine and looked at me with disdain, "Hello, Jane. Does my bath water smell good? Every time George and I are having fun, he will help me to clean the sheet by himself. So lucky that you know but you instead run away like a dog. It's just so pity."

It turned out that she deliberately let me see it.

"Do you think that George can replace my position in his heart by making you look like me? Don't be funny. You’re just my substitute. For me, he can even give up your child. Your only role is to keep getting pregnant, so I can always get the beauty oil."

"Speaking of which, that oil is quite useful. It not only nourishes the skin, but also can lubricate. George was afraid of hurting me, so we used a lot just now. Do you want to see how the beauty oil that he created for me is made? I have a video here. I guarantee you will enjoy it~"

I looked at the screen in disbelief and bit my mouth tightly. It turned out that I gave birth to a daughter, but I had to look at her in this way.

I screamed in my heart, “George, you are so cruel!”

I raised my hand unbearably, but Sophia poured the red wine in her hand on her head. The bottle shattered on the ground and she screamed while covering her face.

The next second, a strong force pushed me to the ground. George held Sophia in his arms and looked at me angrily.

"Jane, are you crazy?!"

Before I could explain, Sophia started crying first. "Brother, I just want to take care of her health, but she slandered me as a vixen who seduced you. She said I have ruined your family and wanted to destroy my face. I'm allergic to alcohol. How could she do it to me? Am I going to be disfigured?"

George quickly comforted her, "I’m here, Sophia. I promise, it won't happen." Instead, he looked at me gloomily, "Jane, I spend money to buy things for my sister. What's wrong with you? What qualifications do you have to be angry with Sophia? It's not your turn to make the decision in my Wimsley Family!"

"Sophia is generous. Not only does she not mind you becoming like her, she also cares about you, but you want to destroy her face. Sure enough, even if you take plastic surgery to be beautiful, you can't change your vicious heart. No wonder you were disfigured and humiliated. You even killed your baby. That's all your retribution!"

I listened to his incredible remarks in shock, as if I met this person for the first time. "You said my only retribution is killing my baby, huh? Then, what about you?! Do you think I really want this face?!"

I came closer to him in full of madness as I said, "George, do you dare to tell me why I was kidnapped and where my baby's body went? Why did you make me look like Sophia?!"

George frowned and answered, "Of course because you are unlucky to be kidnapped. I have explained to you eight hundred times. I don't know where your baby was. It may be eaten by wild dogs. Why are you so persistent? If you didn't always praise Sophia for her beauty, then I would not think that you wanted to be as beautiful as her. I fulfilled your wish. Am I wrong?"

George didn’t want to lose and said, "Now, don't be so naïve. You have to apologize to Sophia."

My heart was completely cold in an instant. I knew I couldn't wait for the truth, but it still hurt. I picked up the broken pieces of the wine bottle and scratched them along the left corner of my forehead to the right side of my jaw. My blood gushed out instantly and dripped onto the ground.

"Jane, what the hell are you doing?!" George's face widened suddenly.

I threw away the fragments and looked at him calmly, "You’re right. A vicious person like me is not worthy of using the same face as Sophia Blake. This is my sincerity. Are you satisfied?" After saying that, I turned and left.

Looking at the blood on the ground and my back, George wanted to rush over. However, Sophia grabbed him and said coquettishly, "Brother, my face is so itchy and painful. Take me to the hospital quickly. If the paparazzi catch me like this, my enemies will laugh at me."

George gritted his teeth and didn't catch me up after all.

When I got home, George called me, "Jane, how is your face? Has the bleeding stopped? Don't worry, Sophia is fine. I'm sorry, I was too much today. But Sophia is a public figure. You made her face allergic. Her fans will not let it go. The online violence is so severe recently. After all, I am her brother and her husband is not here. I must take care of her."

Was it her fans who wouldn't let it go, or you?

I calmly said, "Well, I understand. I'm fine. You should stay with her."

"I know I can rely on you, Jane. When I get home from work, I'll help you fix your face. Don't be so impulsive next time, dear."

Would it be the same as Sophia's? I didn’t need it.

That night, George did not come back. However, one piece of news became a hot topic.

[In order to help his beloved sister maintain her beauty, the President of Wimsley Group called a helicopter to fly to the Carteenz Mountain in the northwest overnight. Ignoring the towering and steep snow mountain, he climbed to the top alone and picked snow lotus just to cure the mild allergy on his sister's face.]

I hastily treated the hideous wound on my face and gave the servant a long vacation. I packed all my things and donated them.

The next day, George still did not come back. In order to compensate Sophia, he took her to Saloma for shopping. No matter what it was, as long as Sophia took a second look, he bought everything. Sophia showed off in a circle of friends that only I could see.

I couldn’t help to curse her in my head as I remembered it. "Fakes are always fakes. No matter how similar they are, they are worthless."

On the third day, George sent a message, "Jane, I'm done with my work and on my way to the beauty clinic. I'll ask my assistant to pick you up later. Let's make you the most beautiful today. I have prepared a gift for you."

In the live broadcast on the mobile phone, Sophia was attending a fan meeting. That day was her 5th anniversary of her debut. George spent 1 billion to take a photo of a hair crown worn by a certain generation of European queens and put it on her head. He kissed Sophia's forehead and said affectionately, "I dedicated to you, my queen."

Meanwhile, I didn't reply to him and turned off my phone. I put the signed divorce agreement and the printed chat records into a file bag. I left them at the guard and asked him to pass them on. After doing all this, I picked up my gift and went straight to the airport.

At the fan meeting, George didn't get for my reply and he was a little flustered. He was about to call me, but his assistant ran in holding a file bag. His assistant said anxiously, "Mr. Wimsley, it's bad. Your wife is not at home and she only left this with the guard."