"Tsk, a counterfeit is just a counterfeit. Do you think by imitating my appearance, you can ascend to a worry-free life? You are nothing more than a clown."

Karen sat on the chair with her legs crossed, looking me up and down as if I were trash.

Suddenly, I turned around.

The blood in my body surged like a tide, and adrenaline surged to the limit.

I used to think that literacy and knowledge were linked, but it seemed that this was not the case.

Everyone said that to cultivate the mind, one must first cultivate virtue, and to maintain health, one must first control anger.

But if one encountered someone who deserved to be punished, one should neglect virtue and anger.

I kicked the stool away.

"Warning! Health points depleted to 70%."

The mechanical voice of the System sounded in my head.

"Health points depleted to 80%."

"Host, please calm down."

Calm down! She was mocking me like that, so I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Health points depleted to 85%."

"Please calm down!"

The System's speech speed became faster and sharper like an angry monkey making a shrill cry.

"Health points depleted to 90%."

At this moment, my mind was like a sea of blood and death, flashing red light.

I ignored the crazy beeping...

"You seduce my husband and to show off. You betrayed him and now you're trying to be with him again. You are shameless."

I kicked over Karen and the chair, and the red heel instantly broke in two.

Still not feeling satisfied, I simply took off my shoes and threw them at her as if I wanted to split her head open.

"Ah... you're crazy."

Karen turned pale and crawled forward with disheveled hair.

I sneered and dragged her back by her feet. "Weren't you very proud just now?

"Remember this, don't mess with me. I'm famous for my vengeance."

Humph! If she wanted to step on me to elevate her status, she had to see if she had the ability to do so.

"Nicholas, please save me."

Her eyes were filled with fear, tears, and snot were streaming, and her makeup was smudged.

He looked at me in disbelief, hesitating for a long time without saying anything.

Everyone else was stunned.

The whole world was quiet.

Ever since I was with Nicholas, I had been working hard to maintain the image of a lady. Let alone fighting, even if I heard someone speak loudly, I would be terrified.

I was woken by the ringing of the telephone.

I glanced at the screen and couldn't help but smile. It was from my best grandma, Diane Harrington.

As soon as the phone was answered, a familiar voice came. "Bella, are you coming back for holiday?"

"Yeah."

We chatted endlessly.

Since I was a child, my parents sent me to live with my grandma in the countryside for care.

In fact, it was not that my family didn't have the money to hire a nanny to take care of me, but after my younger brother was born, all their energy and all their love were diverted to his side.

The night before I left, my mother, Susan Harrington, said, "Girls who are raised in a more independent manner tend to be stronger. They can handle things on their own instead of crying and running back home to seek their parents' help."

She was right, and I could definitely handle everything.

I was capable of fighting and had been a school bully since childhood.

Suddenly, I remembered the first time when the teacher called Diane in junior high school, she hunched over and kept saying, "Bella is so adorable and well-behaved like a kitten. How could she hit her classmates? Is she being bullied by others?"

No matter how much trouble I caused, she always felt that I was the little girl who was bullied.

I hung up the phone with a smile, only to find that my whole body was sore. As I turned over, I felt like my bones almost were broken.

This was the backlash after going crazy.

The smell of disinfectant spread to my nose, and I smiled bitterly. I was afraid that I would be stuck in bed for a few days.

Looking at the man approaching, I put away the self-mockery on my face and stood up with difficulty.

With this movement, I had the illusion that my whole body was being eaten by millions of ants. The pain distorted my face, and I made faces for a long time before I could control my facial expression.

"You're here."

I held his palm with a smile on my face.

Nicholas liked women who had a poised, elegant, and refined demeanor.

But I was straightforward and had a hot temper.

In order to emulate him, I had learned ladylike behavior countless times in the past five years. After repeated observation and learning, I had finally developed into what I was.

No matter how hard I tried, the word "lady" seemed to be separated from me by an endless gap.

No matter how much I suppressed my nature, I would only end up learning a weird thing.

"How could you hit Karen?"

Nicholas shook off my hand and peppered me with angry questions.

The sudden action caught me off guard.

My head hit the wall hard, making me gasp and unable to speak for a moment due to the pain.

"Don't think that just because you've been with me for so long, you can act recklessly. You're not qualified yet."

My collar was tightly grasped by his big hand, my face turned red, and I felt like I was being pushed into the water and was about to suffocate.

"Let go... let go. It hurts." Beads of sweat the size of beans fell down one by one.

"Why are you pretending? Mr. Thompson said you were just in shock due to emotional excitement. To put it bluntly, you are just pretending to be sick."

The roar continued.

"Don't forget, I'm your wife."

I roared with force, veins bulging as I clenched onto the bedsheet tightly.

After sleeping in the same bed for so many days and nights, no matter how cold-hearted a person was, they would not just be physically active without being emotionally active.

After all, we once took the oath together at the church.

"So what? You're not even as good as one of her fingers."

I closed my eyes.

At this moment, I realized that all my efforts over the past five years were actually a joke.

He was not my safe haven, after all.