Emilie claimed she was tired, and Adam gently guided her aside to rest, wiping the sweat from her brow and massaging her uninjured leg.

It turned out that Attorney Jackson could care for someone—but that someone had never been Lisa.

Suddenly, Emilie’s eyes widened, and she saw Lisa standing in the doorway. Her face twisted with fury: "Why is she here? Isn't it enough what you've already done to me? I've given you up to her, so why are you trying to take my life too?!"

"Adam, get her out of here! I don't want to see her!" Emilie screamed, her voice wild. She struggled to stand but lost her balance, the weight of her casted leg pulling her down.

Adam rushed to her side, catching her in his arms and pressing her head against his chest. His face turned pale with fear, his eyes red with panic.

"Calm down, Emilie. No one will hurt you again... I’ll get rid of her right away. As long as I’m here, everything will be fine."

Turning his gaze toward Lisa, he spoke with cold disgust: "Lisa, why do you have the nerve to show up here?"

Perhaps from the constant crying, Lisa had grown numb. Seeing Adam now, her heart no longer hurt as much as it had before.

"I have some important items to return to you."

Twenty minutes later, after Adam had finally managed to calm Emilie, he stepped out of the physical therapy room alone.

Lisa handed him the apartment key, car key, safe key, and the bank card they had both signed. As she placed them in Adam’s hands, a sense of relief washed over her.

"From now on, we don’t owe each other anything."

Lisa had expected tears when she saw Adam again. She had once loved him deeply, believing he was the only one for her in this life. But witnessing Adam tenderly holding Emilie in his arms had shattered that final shred of hope.

She had made up her mind. She could no longer afford to love Adam, nor did she want to.

Adam looked at the keys and bank card in her hand, and then he laughed, a bitter edge to his voice. "Do you think this is over? You owe Emilie, and you’ll never be able to repay her in this lifetime!"

At that moment, Adam still clung to the belief that Lisa was responsible for the accident. The police may have released her due to insufficient evidence, but in his mind, she was guilty.

Lisa’s expression remained calm as she spoke, her voice steady: "I have nothing to fear when I stand tall. I owe Emilie nothing."

"It's a good saying, Lisa. One day, the truth will come out, and when it does, I’ll make you pay ten times the pain I’ve endured!" Adam shot Lisa one last glance before taking the keys and bank card from her hand and turning to leave.

His resolute departure marked the final end of their relationship.

Five years of deep love had crumbled in an instant. It wasn't life or death that separated them, but the absence of love.

With the wedding cancelled, there was still much to take care of in the aftermath. The invitations had already gone out the day before Emilie's accident. Lisa made the difficult calls one by one, informing the guests about the cancellation and offering sincere apologies.

Her family and friends were understanding, offering kind words of reassurance, telling her everything would be fine. But when it came to Adam's brothers, the responses were nothing but scorn and ridicule.

The harshest of them all came from Adam’s close friend, Vera—Emilie’s devoted follower.

"Lisa, you've caused Emilie so much misery! She deserves to be struck by lightning!"

Lisa had long grown numb to the insults. After hanging up, she continued with the tedious task of canceling orders that hadn’t shipped yet and blocking the logistics. Any items that had been sent out—unless they were customized—would be returned, one by one. The refunds were credited back to Adam’s account in full.

She had been the one to handle every detail of the wedding—from selecting the venue to choosing the dress and even the small items. Everything had been chosen with care and love.

In the past, she had been busy and happy, eagerly anticipating the day she would wear the perfect wedding dress and marry the man she loved most. Now, all that remained was a pile of broken dreams and a mess of unfinished plans.

When Lisa visited her mother at Hale's house, she found her mother-in-law looking weary, holding Lisa's hand with a sigh. After hearing that her son had unilaterally broken off the engagement, she had been so furious it triggered her high blood pressure. Once she recovered, she returned to Lisa’s side.

"Lisa, Adam was just confused when he broke off the engagement. How could you throw away five years of love like that?" She shook her head. "I can’t believe you'd hurt anyone."

"When the case is fully investigated, I'll make sure that son of mine comes and kneels to beg for your forgiveness."

In truth, Adam’s mother, Risa Jackson, never thought much of Lisa. She always felt Lisa wasn’t quite worthy of such an exceptional son. But Lisa was obedient, sensible, and came from a family with money. More importantly, she took good care of herself, making it hard to find someone better.

"Aunt Linda Jackson, Adam and I can never go back to what we were." After some time to adjust, Lisa had managed to calm herself, enough to face the shattered remnants of her relationship with a clear mind.

Everyone around her, except for a few of Emilie’s close friends, had chosen to believe in Lisa, including Richard Jackson, Adam’s father, and Risa. How could a well-educated, gentle, and virtuous girl, who was about to marry Adam in a month, suddenly become a murderer out of jealousy? It just didn’t make sense.

But Adam didn’t believe it.

No matter how much Lisa tried to explain, it was as if he had already made up his mind. He was convinced she was the culprit.

"If you need anything, call me anytime."

"I know, Aunt Linda."

After sending Risa off, Lisa’s phone rang again. It was the courier. There were so many things to handle, and despite her best efforts, she had missed something. Today’s delivery had not been intercepted in time and had already been sent to the Clearwater Bay Apartment.

"Can you please help me open the box and see what's inside?" Lisa has received too many express delivery these days and has become numb.

She chose to throw away the custom-made items that could not be returned.

The courier was very embarrassed: "It says valuables and the buyer needs to sign for it."

Lisa happened to need to go to the hotel to refund the deposit, and planned to pass by Clear Water Bay to collect the express delivery.

She hung up and got up and walked towards the garage, and happened to meet Lester Hale, her nominal brother, who was coming back from outside.

Since the accident, this was the first time Lisa had met Lester. I heard from Lisa's mother that he was in charge of handling matters at the police station.

"elder brother."

"You want to go out?"

"yes."

Lester stopped and frowned: "It's getting cooler today, so put on a coat before going out.

The age difference between the brother and sister is a bit large, so they can't talk together. They only greet each other when they meet on weekdays. The sudden concern made Lisa uncomfortable: "There is a coat in the car."

"where are you going?"

"Clearwater Bay."

Lester's eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly: "I happen to be going there too, so I'll see you there on the way."

Lisa had always been intimidated by her stern brother, so when he offered, she responded without thinking, "Okay."

At Clearwater Bay, the courier had been waiting downstairs for a while. Lisa used the key to open the package. As she peeled back the tape and saw the customized invitations inside, her heart tightened.

It was an invitation she had designed herself, featuring cute, cartoonish portraits of her and Adam, with a bright red "Joy" character glaring up at her, its significance painfully clear.

"Please throw it away for me."

The courier looked confused. "Isn’t this an important item?"

Not long ago, the contents of the box would have been incredibly important to Lisa. She had cherished everything related to Adam, treating them as treasures she’d guard with her life.

For five years, she had poured all her love and energy into him. And now, in an instant, he had become the subject of mockery.

"No, just take 20 dollars for the shipping cost. Please take care of it for me," Lisa said flatly.

The courier immediately softened. "No problem."

After taking care of the delivery, Lisa turned to leave. That’s when she spotted Adam standing beneath the magnolia tree.

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he still looked every bit as handsome as before, though there were dark circles under his eyes, hinting at his exhaustion. He stood there holding his briefcase, staring at Lisa with an unreadable expression.

Without any warmth, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"The wedding items I ordered were delivered here since they couldn’t be intercepted in time. Don’t worry, I’ve already taken care of it," Lisa said, determined not to engage further. She turned to walk away.

"Stop."

Adam quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Since you’ve come all the way here, I might as well give you something too, so you won’t feel like you’ve wasted a trip."

"Atty. Jackson, I don’t think there’s anything more to discuss between us," Lisa replied, shaking off his grip. Her eyes, filled with sorrow, met his. "If I’m guilty, the police will arrest me. It’s not your job to take action."

Adam’s expression darkened, his tone dripping with contempt. "Lisa, you overestimate yourself. I told you—I’ll make you pay for the harm you’ve caused, tenfold."

With that, he grabbed a document from his briefcase and threw it toward her face.

The bold, glaring word "Indictment" on the cover of the document hurt Lisa’s eyes like a physical blow.

Her once-proud fiancé, a lawyer known for his victories, was now using the law as a weapon against her.

"What is this supposed to mean?" Lisa’s shoulders trembled with fury, her voice trembling with disbelief.

There was a determination to fight to the end in Adam's expression: "Don't think that the Hale family can hide the truth because they have a few dirty money. I swear to personally send you to prison and avenge Emilie, even at the risk of my future and reputation." !”

Emilie, who lost one leg, lived in agony with tears every day. How could this woman get away with it?

Lisa's heart has long since died for this man, and now she can no longer feel the pain.

But anger can.

She slapped Adam with her backhand and cursed angrily: "Adam, you are crazy. What kind of ecstasy soup did Emilie fill you with? You are a lawyer, and you need evidence in everything!"

"Surveillance is irrefutable evidence!"

"I'm not the one monitoring the people in there!"

"It's you! It's you who are jealous of Emilie, your mind is vicious, and it's your love that turns you into hatred! What you lost was just a marriage, but what Emilie lost was a leg, and her entire life!"