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She did, however, have to put on a show for Oliver.
Emily feigned disappointment. She bit her lip, and sald, “I thought so. Violet wouldn’t agree to come. Sadly, she won’t be there, but the idea of her watching the man she loves marry her sister must be unbearable. Given this, I’d rather she didn’t come.”
Her act was convincing, complete with tears toward the end.
Emily’s reaction, full of apparent kindness, tolerance, and understanding, reassured Oliver of his choice of wife. Violet’s rudeness seemed stark in contrast to Emily’s kindness, solidifying his
belief that Violet wasn’t right for him.
“Emily, you’re really wonderful. You’re too kind,” Oliver said, embracing her and resolving to treat
her well.
Snuggled in his arms, Emily playfully responded, “Is this praise or mockery?”
“It’s definitely praise. You’re the best girl in the world to me.”
Emily gently closed her eyes, grateful to the gods for finally granting her Oliver.
After a brief embrace, Oliver gently pushed her away. “There’s something I need to apologize for.”
Concerned, her heart fluttered with unease. “What’s the matter?”
Oliver’s serious demeanor heightened her anxiety, as those with guilt often breed nervousness.
“I wrapped up the cup you bought for me and displayed it at our engagement ceremony, but it’s
broken now,” he explained with apprehension.
Puzzled, Emily asked, “Which cup?”
She couldn’t recall giving him any cups.
“The one you used for giving me water when I was in a coma. It’s been precious to me ever since.”
It seemed Violet’s breaking that cup had also shattered his heart.
“Oh, I see,” Emily replied. Understanding dawned on her.
“Oh, that cup,” she said, grasping his hand. “It’s okay, I can always get you another.”
Internally, Emily felt relieved. She preferred not to have anything around that reminded him of
Violet’s or Oliver’s fond memories of her.
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Oliver appeared momentarily surprised by her lack of concern, but soon continued speaking.” Emily, you are truly kind. Having you as my wife is a blessing. I promise to treat you and only you well for the rest of my life.”
Emily’s heart swelled with joy, feeling incredibly sweet.
“Would you like to visit my studio later?” Oliver invited her after some time.
This being their first such invitation, Emily eagerly accepted it. After dinner, they went to his studio. Oliver sat her down and took out a box, spreading some broken fragments on the table.
“What are you doing?” Emily asked, surprised.
“I’m going to glue this cup back together.”
“Why not let it be? I can get you another one,” she added, her eyes wide in disbelief.
“It’s different. This cup is a symbol of your love for me. It’s irreplaceable,” he insisted, tenderly holding the fragments.
Emily was upset because the tender way he handled that cup was akin to him holding Violet’s face.
She had always suspected that this man had affection for Violet, therefore, she was tempted to
grab the pieces and throw them into the sea. Eventually, she held back, not wanting to raise Oliver’s suspicions.
Oliver began to get to work, and stopped paying attention to Emily.
Emily felt a familiar distance between them, transported back in time when Oliver was polite yet
distant toward her while being more open with Violet.
Violet! Emily bit her lip as she thought of that name, wishing she could rip Violet apart.
“Violet?”
Entering the director’s office with documents in hand, Violet heard her name called. She looked
up, her expression turning cold.
Emily was sitting in the reception area of the director’s office.
“Do you work here?” Emily asked with a biting tone.
“Yes, what’s wrong with that?” Violet responded coolly, shrugging her shoulders.
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Emily’s mockery intensified. “I figured as much. You’re incompetent. You couldn’t have landed a job in a big company without Dad’s help.”
Indeed, Violet had secured her position through her father’s Influence. However, she had since proven herself through hard work and achievement, earning her superior’s respect.
Violet countered, “And what about you? Did you get into a big company on your own
merits?” She suppressed her irritation, and ridiculed, “I remember you joining Dad’s company
despite your unrelated field of study.”
This struck a nerve with Emily, who clenched her fingers tightly. “If you hadn’t
damaged my voice, I wouldn’t have…”
“Let’s be clear. That was my cup, and the water was meant for me. Had you not used it, nothing would have happened. It’s odd, though. You’ve always been against me, so why use my cup that day?”
Violet’s pointed questions left Emily speechless and taken aback. “You didn’t drug yourself to frame me, did you?” Violet challenged.
