My heart was filled with bitterness. Owen felt the teardrops on his hand and looked up at me.

"Does it hurt too much? Bear with it, it will get better soon."

He said it softly, trying to comfort me, but my tears fell.

"Why are you crying so much? Does it hurt too badly? Should we go to the hospital?"

His panic was real, so he could like me and another person at the same time?

"It's nothing," I said, wiping my tears away. He placed my leg on the sofa and went to the kitchen to wash the cherries.

"Don't you like cherries? The fruit store had a sale today."

I watched him place the washed cherries in front of me. "Try them, see how they taste."

I looked at the man in front of me, still feeling a bit of doubt in my heart.

I was desperate to know what he was really thinking.

"Owen, have you taken many orders these days?"

Owen looked up and met my eyes, reaching out to tousle my hair.

"You thought I didn't have any work today and were worried about me, right?"

I nodded. If he could be honest, maybe I could give him another chance.

He smiled and opened his e-wallet, showing me about two thousand dollars of earnings.

"I just finished a painting today, and this is the income."

A pang of pain hit my heart as I stared at him, wanting to see through the man I had loved for so many years.

The next morning, I slowly came out of the house.

I saw breakfast on the table outside, which Owen had bought.

"Eat something first, then go to work."

I nodded and sat down to eat breakfast.

As I pushed the door open to leave, I glanced into his room. He wasn't painting.

He was on his phone, replying to messages.

"Owen, I still don't feel well. Can you come with me to the hospital?"

I closed the door and walked over to him as I spoke.

He seemed startled and dropped his phone.

The drawing software on his computer was blank.

I glanced at the text on his phone screen. He had arranged to meet Mia today.

Owen quickly picked up his phone, looking at me with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

My mind was buzzing in confusion. He had never looked at me like that before.

So, Samuel was right. Owen's true love was Mia.

"Abigail, I just picked up a few more orders, so I'm a bit busy."

My hand gripped the hem of my pants tightly, and I was momentarily dazed.

I couldn't believe these words.

"Can I take you downstairs and help you call a cab?"

I had to register and get checked at the hospital, and my leg hadn't fully healed, but he didn't seem to worry about that.

I didn't know how the words came out of my throat; I could only say "okay."

After Owen put me in a cab, I couldn't hold back anymore. Pretending to look at my phone, tears welled up in my eyes.

I didn't dare make a sound, afraid the driver would notice.

I didn't know how long I sobbed before I asked the driver to turn and take me to my workplace.

I worked at a jewelry store during the day, earning a decent salary.

As soon as I walked in, I saw someone picking out a necklace at the counter.

From the side, I could tell it was Mia.

As soon as I walked in, Mia's gaze almost stuck to me, making me uncomfortable.

"I want her to help me."

Mia pointed at me, asking me to serve her. I wanted to refuse.

But someone pulled me over.

"I want to try on these earrings. Please help me put them on."

I looked at the earrings on the counter, still feeling resistant.

"Miss Baker, how about I help you instead?"

Eleanor suggested, knowing the commission on such high-end items was substantial.

"I want her. If she doesn't come over, you both can leave!"

Eleanor was panic-stricken, grabbing my arm with tears almost falling.

"Miss Baker is our boss's friend, Abigail. Please help me out!"

I had no choice but to step forward, my scalp tingling, and put on gloves.

"Sorry, Miss Baker, I will assist you."

Mia smiled and continued talking with her friend.

I approached her and aimed the earring post at her earlobe, ready to put it on.

Unexpectedly, she pushed me away.

"Have you been trained at all? It hurts so much! Do they let anyone work here now?"

My waist hit the edge of the counter, and with my leg still not fully healed, I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Cold sweat broke out on my back. My calf hurt badly. I tried to prop myself up, but I had no strength at all.

Mia's friend slapped me, making my head spin.

Someone lifted my chin, and I looked dazedly at the person in front of me.

"So, this is the woman Owen chose? When did his taste get so bad?"

The woman's nails dug into my chin, causing sharp pain.

I pushed her away. Eleanor tried to help me up, but the manager stopped her.

"How dare you? Miss Baker is Mr. Scott's fiancée. If you offend her, how will you keep your job?"

I thought, "Fiancée? Owen's fiancée is Mia, then what am I?"

"Actually, I'm curious too, how Owen found such a cheap substitute.

"By the way, you might not know this, but the Scott family is very wealthy. Even if his business failed, he wouldn't ask you for money."

Mia thought for a moment, then opened the transfer records.

"Can you see that? This is the money he transfers to me every month. And your money is right here!"

She pointed to the ring and bag she was wearing and sneered.

"But you do resemble mine a bit. No wonder Owen chose you!"

Mia then took the earring she had just removed and scratched it across my face.

"Tell me, if your face had a scar and didn't look like mine anymore, would Owen still want you?"

I felt Mia's hand press harder and harder. My face hurt so much, and it felt like she was about to pierce it.

"Mia, did you find anything you like? If so, buy it."

Owen entered and asked with concern, but when he saw blood running down my face, a flash of panic crossed his eyes.

He probably thought I had gone to the hospital for my checkup, so he felt comfortable coming to this store to meet Mia.