The day before my wedding anniversary, I received a blackmail email demanding high compensation.

The video contained a private video taken by the hotel’s pinhole camera during the days when Cornelius Lynch was on a business trip.

"My wife is so old-fashioned that she won't let me do this or that. It's suffocating me."

Three different female leads for three consecutive days and their faces resembled his childhood sweetheart, Zevanka Collins.

The bold and open scale of the video instantly silenced my heart.

[I won't pay for this. If you want to make it viral, upload it before it's too late.]

[If you don't upload it before 5 pm tomorrow, I'll upload it myself.]

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After those messages were successfully sent, there was no more message from the other side.

I had downloaded all the videos and sent them to the company's promotional campaign, Serena Kenneth, asking her to send them out at 5 p.m. tomorrow.

"Damn it, this Cornelius is such a jerk!"

The pile of dirty talk on the phone was unbearable to hear.

"Or should we switch to a different man?"

"The company recently signed a new recruit who looks a lot like Cornelius. Do you want to meet him?"

"According to the weather forecast, this Friday will be the last supermoon of the year and citizens can go to the best viewing areas ...."

The voice of the female anchor on the radio was pleasant to the ears, but my hand holding the phone could not stop trembling.

Ten years ago, I came to this unfamiliar era because of the supermoon.

Is this a signal from God reminding me to leave?

"No, maybe one day I won't be in this world anymore."

"It's better to put the signing of the new recruit on that day. After that, I'll have to ask you to pay more attention to it."

The person on the other end asked me a few more questions with some confusion, but I hung up without any explanation.

I glanced at the bright yellow gift box on the passenger seat, which contained the gift Cornelius wanted most this year.

A famous watch worth millions of dollars.

I worked hard to get it and I intended to give it to him as an anniversary gift.

Now it seemed unnecessary.

I did not want anything in this world anymore.

My heart suddenly sank to the bottom. I took the gift box and threw it on the back seat.

I returned home with a myriad of worries in my heart. As soon as I opened the door, I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Looking at the two intertwined figures in the transparent door frame, I instantly understood.

Zevanka was here again.

Ever since she came back, I could not count how many times she had come to my house and stay overnight, using the excuse of being locked outside her house.

With just one phone call and one text message, Cornelius overcame all difficulties and ran to pick her up.

He always said that Zevanka was his younger sister who grew up with him and was very pitiful because she had no father or mother.

He was entrusted by her uncle and aunt to take care of her.

After a long time, I also agreed with this statement.

As long as Zevanka had something to order, I would go if Cornelius was not around.

From time to time, I went from being Cornelius' wife to being their shared caregiver.

But because of Cornelius, I was willing to accept it.

"Why did you just come home? Zevanka and I have already taken a bath, so hurry up and make the bed for her."

"She likes to sleep on Tencel cotton, don't make the mistake again."

The impatient voice interrupted my thoughts. I stood at the door and looked up at Cornelius and Zevanka.

Cornelius was shirtless, with several glaring red kiss marks on his neck and his wet hair was still dripping with water.

Zevanka in his arms had a blush on her cheeks and a pair of tender almond eyes.

"Thank you, Jessica. I have a cold today, so I'd like to trouble you again to make me some brown sugar ginger water."

"Just let it cool and bring it to my room."

I looked up at her but did not respond.

The puppy, Winter, at my feet licked my trouser leg and barked a few times.

"Ah!"

"Cornelius, I’m so scared."

Zevanka screamed and jumped up, hanging on the half-naked Cornelius.

On the delicate and white legs, a big hand with obvious blue veins was particularly eye-catching.

The man's handsome and delicate face was filled with impatience and he stared at me with a frown.

"I told you not to keep a dog. It barks and annoys people."

As he said that, he stretched out his foot and kicked Winter hard.

I picked up the puppy the moment he kicked it, pursed my lips and did not say a word.

He snorted coldly. "You're protecting a dog so well. I'm going to roast him someday!"

The first time Cornelius and I met, we adopted Winter and it was my birthday.

He said it was our little life.

But now, he kept saying he wanted to kill it.

He turned around and walked into the room with Zevanka. Through his back, I seemed to see another person.

My husband Killian Schroeder, who died on the battlefield.

On the day I learned of Killian's death, I hanged myself.

But I unexpectedly traveled to the modern era and met Cornelius. I stubbornly believed that he was the reincarnation of my husband, Killian.

So I devoted myself wholeheartedly and gave everything for his cause.

Even stayed in the modern era for him.

But now I felt that apart from this face, he was completely different from Killian.

Although unwilling to admit it, the biggest difference was that he did not love me.

I pet Winter in my arms and sniffed. "Winter, I might have to go ...."

Winter in my arms seemed to sense something and looked at me with a pair of teary eyes.

"Jessica, why don't you come over here and make the bed for us!"

Hearing Cornelius' furious roar, I ignored him and closed the door with the puppy in my arms.

Thinking of the news about the super moon I had just heard in the car, I looked up at the gloomy sky.

The next second, a gust of wind and rain fell.

There was a continuous sound of smashing the door from outside.

"I really give you a face, Jessica."

"How dare you slam the door? You want to spend your wedding anniversary tomorrow alone and be laughed at by others, right?"

Cornelius kept shouting outside the door.

"Forget it, Cornelius. She might be in a bad mood, I can do it myself ...."

Zevanka's delicate voice sounded and she coughed from time to time, as if she was about to faint from coughing.

I could not help rolling my eyes.

Zevanka had a short-lived look. She was often sick, here or there and she wished she could hang on Cornelius.

I sat in the room, flipping through the paintings of Killian that I had painted over the years.

Either riding a horse and bending a bow in military uniform, or standing outside the courtyard, or exuding vigor in official attire.

The door lock made a slight turning sound and the next second Cornelius stood at my door with a gloomy face.

"What crazy things have you done today?"

"Don't you usually do all these things?"

I looked up as his eyes sank and felt a chill in my heart.

The sacrifices that were once made out of love became cheap and taken for granted in his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't want to do it today."

It was my first time talking back to him. Before, I had always been obedient to him.

He looked at me with his pupils trembling, so surprised that he could not speak.

Zevanka, who was standing outside the door barefoot, came in crying and tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"Cornelius, forget it. I can do it myself."

"Jessica, please don't argue with him because of me."

"Tomorrow is your wedding anniversary. He has specially booked a venue to celebrate it with you! He even bought a gift for you ...."

Seeing the girl cry, the pain in his heart almost overflowing.

"I think she doesn't want to have any gifts. This anniversary is not a good idea!"

"Yeah, let's just forget about it." I followed his words and added another sentence.

I used to be cared most about these anniversaries and he knew it too.

But I let it go, which caught him a bit surprised.

He was a bit angry, as if he felt that I had humiliated him. He picked up a cup beside him and threw it at me.

Winter barked, jumped up and knocked the cup over. The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Zevanka was afraid of the puppy jumped up to her, so she stepped on those fragments with her bare feet.

For a moment, sharp screams echoed through the night sky.

The floor of the bedroom was covered in blood. She kept shouting in pain and her crying never stopped.

"Jessica!"

Cornelius' eyes were bloodshot and his pair of resentful eyes fell on me and then followed me to Winter.

That gaze seemed to want to tear our tendons and skin us alive.

An ominous premonition arose and I rushed over to hug Winter, but Cornelius snacthed it first.

He lifted the dog with one hand, full of murderous intent.

"This dog is just like its owner, it really tired of living."

"Cornelius, let it go!"

I pulled his hand and tried to reach it, but the man was a head taller than me and I could not reach it even if I jumped up.

"I beg you not to harm it."

I begged him with sobs.

In countless nights without Cornelius and in the nights when I was sad for Cornelius, it was Winter who accompanied me.

Winter was strangled by the neck and in his hands, it went from barking in the beginning to whimpering later.

I watched it gradually lose its vitality.

Cornelius snorted coldly, lifted it up and smashed it on the ground.

Winter's body was pierced with deep and shallow fragments. It was convulsing all over and making faint cries.

I rushed over and hugged Winter tightly, trembling all over.

"Winter..."

I tried to talk to it, but all it could make was gasping for breath.

I wanted to take it to the doctor, but before I could take a few steps, the puppy died in my arms.

I turned my eyes angrily at Cornelius, but he had a fearless expression on his face.

It seemed that this matter was painless to him.

And my pain was a catalyst for excitement in his eyes.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that he did not look so much like Killian. Killian had a mole at the end of his eye.

However, he did not.

I stopped crying and said nothing. I carried Winter back to my room.

The sound of laughter and chatter between the two outside the door pierced my ears and the coldness in my arms was like a needle piercing my heart, so painful that I could not breathe.

Cornelius, you really have no conscience.

"Miss, we are a pet funeral house. Can't we get in through the gate of this community?"

"Wait, I'll come pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, I put on an outer and headed for the door.

"What are you going to do?"

As soon as I reached the door, Cornelius stopped me.

"Jessica, if you leave today, don't ever come back!"