99 Chances to Lose You

Samuel Blanton gave me a rare antique every time he asked me to do something or abandoned me.

In just two months, I'd collected 94 antiques.

Then, the 95th package arrived from the auction house, and with it, a message from his true love, Zara Hill.

[Hey, should the invitations for my and Samuel's wedding have patterns or just a solid color?

[By the way, the wedding's next month. I really hope you can make it.]

I didn't argue or make a scene. I just got a wedding gift ready and sent it to Zara myself.

That night, Samuel came into my room. He said he wanted to reward me for not making a scene by giving me a child.

On the wedding day, when Zara found out I was pregnant, she ran to the cliff, screaming she was going to jump.

The usually cold and proud Samuel groveled before me for the first time, begging me to terminate the pregnancy.

Everyone around us was waiting to see my reaction.

But I obeyed. That very day, I went to the hospital.

Samuel held me tightly, saying, "Ophelia, I'm only marrying Zara out of obligation. Once we divorce in a few months, I promise I'll give you a child again, okay?"

But he didn't know… I had decided to leave him.

"Wow, she sure grew up fast. Threatening Mr. Blanton mid-wedding with a pregnancy? I bet she didn't expect her plan to fail."

"She's sly, I'll give her that. He saved her from a remote village in the mountains and raised her, but she actually got in his bed and confronted his bride? Talk about shamelessness!"

Spittle hit my face as Samuel Blanton walked by while holding Zara Hill, not sparing a single glance for me.

He used to tell me I was too young, that he'd marry me when I grew up. But now? He married someone else. He didn't even defend me against the slanderers.

Suddenly, everyone saw me as the little minx who wanted her "big brother", and I turned into the family gossip overnight.

Samuel helped Zara into the car and massaged her sore feet. He glanced at me before turning back to her.

"Ophelia's just a kid. Why did you bother with her? Look at these cuts on your feet—it makes my heart break."

So, in his eyes, the red marks on Zara's feet mattered more than the fact I'd been forced to terminate a pregnancy.

He completely forgot that I was the little Blanton princess he'd pampered for years.

Ever since Zara showed up, all my wildness had been smoothed out into obedience.

The wedding went on as planned. I didn't attend, but during the wedding night, Zara dragged me into the room she shared with Samuel.

She claimed it was for some reception games.

But the moment I stepped inside, I caught her putting on a show in front of Samuel.

"My mom said it's tradition for a younger relative to bless the bed