In my previous life, I was miserable.

My family went bankrupt, and I found Dean and begged him for mercy.

But he threw the red wine on the ground and pointed at the glass on the ground, saying to me, "Apologize to Abby while kneeling, and I will let you off."

I knelt.

I knelt, and the pieces of glass penetrated my skin.

It was painful and cold.

The two sensations stimulated my senses, making me even more awake.

I looked at Abby with a smile and said word by word, "I was wrong. Miss Nicholson, Mr. Reese, please spare our family."

Abby, like a frightened little rabbit, exclaimed and hid in Dean's arms. She said, "Dean, her eyes are so scary. She used to bully me. Will she retaliate against me after her comeback? I'm scared!"

Dean patted her back with a gentle and affectionate look. "No, she won't have a chance."

Then he waved to the bodyguards behind him, and they dragged me away as if I were a dead dog.

I screamed hoarsely behind the two, but they ignored me.

When I woke up, I was already in a mental hospital.

Under Dean's instructions, I was not allowed to leave and received "special care" every day.

My wounds healed and then were ripped open, my nails grew back and then were peeled off, and the continuous electric shocks made me wish for death...

Those pains were deeply buried in my soul, and I would never forget them.

But now, I hid them and smiled at Dean.

"Come on. I was just joking with you. You are my fiancé, and you promised my father that you would always take my side."

I looked at him seriously and said slowly, "You won't forget, right?"

He became even more nervous under my gaze and nodded quickly. "Of course. I've got something to do, so I'll leave."

He hurriedly left, completely unaware of Abby's tearful eyes.

Without his presence, I approached Abby step by step.

I clutched her face and wiped the ink on her face slowly.

"You were so arrogant when you spilled the ink on me. What happened?

"Oh, I remember now. You were acting tough because he was here. Now that he's gone, you can't act tough anymore. Right?"

I squeezed her face hard, watching her tears fall before letting go.

Without being restrained by me, she fled like a frightened mouse.

Looking at her disheveled figure, I laughed.

This is just the beginning.

Good days are ahead.

I still had to go to the competition.

But I couldn't wear the stained dress.

I turned around and entered the art classroom where my deskmate, Elena Mendoza, was studying. She looked at me covered in ink and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Did someone do this to you?"

I nodded helplessly. "Indeed. Elena, can you do something about my dress?"

Elena nodded and pulled me close to her, picking up a brush and starting to paint on me.

I could only ask her for help.

Unexpectedly, it worked.

She was done, and I entered the competition venue.

Satisfied with the astonishment in everyone's eyes, I knew that Elena's painting skills were impeccable.

This competition was the stepping stone to a prestigious university.

Dean naturally had to come as well.

When he saw me, it seemed like he had forgotten about our unpleasantness. He sat next to me.

But his attention was clearly not on me. It seemed he was looking for someone else.

"Who are you looking for?"

I smiled at him.

Dean's gaze flickered for a moment. He hesitated for a while and then said, "Where is Abby? Isn't she also participating in the competition? Why haven't I seen her?"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh at my foolishness in my previous life.

Why couldn't I see it in my previous life when it was so obvious? He cared about her so much.

I suddenly wanted to see more of his expressions.

An idea hit me. I wanted to tease him, so I lowered my voice so that only he could hear me.

"I expelled her. She will never have the chance to encounter such a competition again in her lifetime."

Dean's eyes turned sinister for a second, but it was not enough.

"She is just the daughter of a maid. She's nothing."

I continued to lower my voice and provoke him. He was just a young and inexperienced man. His ability to endure was so weak and vulnerable.

I simply needed a little bit of stimulation.

And I could make him lose his mind.

Sure enough, the next second, a pair of hands grabbed my neck frantically.

"You're nothing compared to Abby."

Is that so?

I smirked at him provocatively, hiding the deep hatred in my eyes.

Those who were doomed would lose their minds before that.

Dean, your good days are coming.