The night before the wedding, Marlin Gilbert told me he had cancer.

I sold the house back home to pay for his treatment.

Then he smiled at me and told me the truth.

“The cancer was fake. I was never going to marry you.”

“Christina Pruitt wanted your family's land. So we put this whole thing together.”

He pulled off the engagement ring—the one Grandma Evelyn had given us before she got too sick.

Leaned back in his chair and watched my face, savoring it.

I didn't cry or scream the way he expected.

I bent down calmly and picked the ring up off the floor.

Grandma Evelyn didn't have much time left.

This wedding was happening no matter what.

Who stood at the altar beside me didn't actually matter.

——

My reaction caught Marlin off guard.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference.

“You're not angry?”

“Christina would've torn the place apart by now.”

I wiped the dust off the ring, careful not to scratch it.

“I'm not her.”

Christina Pruitt was our father's precious darling.

The treasure the whole family held in the palms of their hands.

I was just the one they threw away.

A pitiful orphan raised by her grandmother, the two of us clinging to each other with nothing else.

When you've never been loved,

you don't get the luxury of making a scene.

Maybe the sight of me taking it without a fight gave Marlin some kind of pleasure.

He looked down with a quiet laugh, then tipped my chin up with one finger.

“Diana Henson, you're still so obedient. So easy to like.”

“Too bad Christina and I are already engaged. I can't marry you.”

“But for old times' sake, I could let you stay by my side.”

“I'd take care of you. You wouldn't want for anything.”

You wouldn't want for anything……

A bitter smile pulled at my lips.

I looked down at my faded jeans, my cheap canvas shoes.

Three years ago, Grandma Evelyn was diagnosed with a terminal illness.

Her last wish was to see me married with her own eyes.

So I threw myself into blind dates, one after another.

Every man I met liked me well enough at first.

But the moment they heard about a dying grandmother, they all backed away.

Only Marlin Gilbert stayed.

In a crowded café, he reached across the table and took my hand.

His low voice was gentler than the sunlight falling across his face.

“Diana, listen to me.”

“I liked you from the first moment I saw you.”

“I'm just an ordinary guy. I can't cover your grandmother's medical bills. But I want to share that weight with you.”

“I believe that as long as two people stand together, there's nothing they can't get through.”

A hollow promise—nothing more. But when you're drowning, even a stranger's hand looks like salvation.

I fell for it without looking back.

In the early days, I brought up marriage again and again.

Marlin always said the same thing. Wait a little longer. Just a little longer.

He wanted to save up more, give me a grander wedding.

Something that would put Grandma Evelyn's mind at ease.

So I waited.

The wedding never came. What came instead was the news that Marlin had cancer.

The feelings I'd buried too deep wouldn't let me walk away.

I poured in every cent I had, and it still wasn't enough.

I had no choice but to set up a street stall, take food delivery shifts.

Money ran through my hands like water, vanishing into a hole with no bottom.

Until there was nothing left.

The love was fake.

The illness was fake.

This so-called heaven-sent match.

From the very beginning, every piece of it was a trap built just for me.

Pain spread through me, thick and stinging, pricking everywhere at once.

I opened my mouth to say something—anything—

and Marlin Gilbert's phone rang.

The caller ID read “my darling Christina Pruitt.”

And next to that, my name. Just my name, bare and cold.

“Diana Henson.”

The truth was, the whole time we'd been together, I'd noticed. The little moments of indifference Marlin let slip, the way he'd go through the motions without really being there.

Every time, I made excuses for him.

We'd met through a matchmaker, after all.

People who've been worn down by the world don't burn the way teenagers do.

As long as he could genuinely care for me, respect me,

I was willing to hand over everything I had.

But reality was always crueler than anything I'd imagined.

Marlin Gilbert didn't love me.

The woman he loved was the one who'd destroyed my family.

The devil who'd shoved my head into a toilet and carved into my skin with a box cutter.

His arrival in my life wasn't salvation.

It was meant to finish off whatever was left of a life already on the verge of collapse.

Something tore open inside my chest,

throbbing with each pulse.

I refused to let Marlin see me fall apart.

While he took the call, I wiped my tears dry as fast as I could.

“Marlin, I'll give you the money. Just give me my house back.”

Christina Pruitt had already stolen enough from me over the years.

Small things like dresses and toys.

Big things like my father and my family.

Every time I fought back, the whole household answered with fists and feet.

When I was sixteen, if Grandma Evelyn hadn't found me locked on the rooftop, barely breathing,

I probably would've frozen to death that winter.

That house was my shelter.

It was the only thing Grandma Evelyn ever left me.

I would never hand it over to Christina Pruitt.

Marlin didn't respond. He pulled out a bank card and tossed it in front of me.

“The PIN is Christina's birthday. Take the money and pick yourself a new place.”

“I told you I wouldn't shortchange you on the material side.”

“As for everything else……don't ever think you can compete with her.”

A VIP gold card. There weren't more than a handful of those in all of Arden City.

For Christina Pruitt, he really would spare nothing.

I didn't take it. I looked straight at Marlin.

“I don't want money.”

“I'm getting a lawyer and taking my house back.”

Marlin blinked, then grinned.

Pure contempt.

“Diana, don't be childish.”

“In Arden City, no one would dare take your case.”

Right. I'd forgotten.

Marlin Gilbert wasn't the man who'd lain in bed beside me, arguing over what to have for breakfast. He was born into more money than I could fathom—someone who'd never once had to live the way I did.

Someone like that could never understand what my suffering felt like.

The room went quiet for a moment.

I wanted to get out before the tears fell.

But Marlin grabbed my wrist.

A gust caught my sleeve, exposing the scars layered across my arm, some deep, some faded.

Something in his expression loosened for just a second.

After a brief silence, he let out a soft sigh.

“Diana, I'm not trying to make this hard for you.”

“That house doesn't do you any good just sitting there.”

“Sell it to Christina, and we go on the way we have been. What's wrong with that?”

Seven box-cutter slashes across my body. Five cigarette burns. Pinch marks and bruises beyond counting, scattered everywhere else.

Most of them were Christina Pruitt's handiwork, from when we were children.

What she loved most was rounding up a pack of kids to hold court over me.

She'd have them pin me to the ground, plant her foot on my head, and say:

“Don't think that just because your homewrecking mother is dead, you can wipe away what you owe me.”

“A bastard child like you shouldn't even exist in this world!”

I explained over and over—my mother never knew my father had another family. She was a woman so kind it made her fragile, and the weight of what she learned broke her. She chose death because she couldn't face it.

Christina wouldn't listen. Or maybe she just wanted an excuse to be cruel.

My resistance, my begging, my explanations—they only made the punishment worse.

It didn't end until Grandma Evelyn came and took me away.

It took me a long time to crawl out of that past. The things it left behind—the ugly, shameful things I could never say aloud—I told only one person. Marlin.

I still remember how long he stared the first time he saw the scars.

He ran his fingers over my skin, careful, so careful, his whole expression soft as he spoke.

“Diana, this isn't your fault.”

“I won't let you go back to that. I'll take Grandma Evelyn's place and keep you safe.”

Back then, I truly believed happiness was one step away.

But now, the man who swore he would protect me, love me for the rest of his life—he was the one who drove the deepest knife into my heart.

I lifted my head and smiled back at him.

“Marlin, you know everything I've been through.”

“I will never be someone's other woman, and I will never forgive anyone who's hurt me.”

“Not you. Not Christina.”

Grandma Evelyn didn't have much time left.

I had no energy to deal with anything else.

Once the wedding was over, everything I'd lost—I would take back every last piece.

My resolve stung him somewhere he didn't expect.

He let go of my hand.

One cold glance, and he turned and slammed the door behind him.

His WhatsApp was still logged in on my laptop.

A string of messages kept pinging, one after another.

“Marlin, why'd you come clean with Diana so fast? I wasn't done enjoying the show.”

“Why else? He obviously missed our Christina.”

“Who'd pass up a beauty like Christina to go for some broke loser like Diana?”

“Walk past that girl and the stink of poverty would make you gag.”

Christina sent a laughing emoji with her hand over her mouth.

Then posted a photo of herself in black stockings.

“Aww, my baby worked so hard. Here's your reward for tonight.”

“Once the demolition paperwork goes through, I'm tearing down Diana's house and building a resort.”

“You're all invited when it's done!”

Everyone in the chat cheered.

Then came a series of memes made from my photos.

One of them was taken the day Marlin proposed.

I was buried in his arms, laughing so hard my face was streaked with tears.

Marlin had asked someone to capture the shot, said he wanted to preserve life's happiest moment.

Then turned around and posted it in the group chat to mock how stupid and naive I was.

I scrolled further up.

There were more—candid shots taken while I was working.

The worst of the old bullies, a thug the others called Da Zhuang, had posted a photo of me falling while delivering food.

Bragging about it underneath.

“Ran into the stupid pig doing deliveries today. I tripped her on purpose and she ate pavement.”

“She was so scared of dirtying my car she practically bowed and scraped to apologize.”

Someone else replied right after.

“Thanks to Marlin for giving up Diana's stall location. Actually found her today.”

“First I sent people to start trouble, then I reported her to the city inspectors for operating without a permit.”