Love Too Late

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage.

I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence.

Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control.

He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was.

He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination.

He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public.

I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices.

The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.”

I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.”

At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me.

Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister.

When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond.

On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond.

I had returned to the past.

This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

“I’m not marrying Raymond. I’m calling off this wedding.”

My stepmother, Susan Lovell, immediately lashed out in anger. My father, Robert Lovell’s, face also darkened.

“Are you out of your mind? The wedding is in five days! You’ll ruin the Lovell family’s future!”

Gemma Lovell, my stepsister, was standing nearby. She said harshly, “Cara, you’re incredibly selfish for going back on your word. What will the other families say about us?”

I approached her and looked right into her eyes.

“You’ve been after the Mrs. Wright title for a long time, haven’t you? Well, it’s yours. I’m handing the engagement over to you.”

They looked at me with disbelief. After all, I had loved Raymond Wright so deeply in the past.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious,” I stated plainly. “Give the engagement to Gemma, and return all my mother’s overseas assets to me. Consider it a fair trade.”

Susan loved money more than anything. The overseas trust my mother established held the majority of the Lovell family’s assets.

She looked at me and said, “Cara, let me make this clear. You are not getting those assets.”

I laughed coldly.

“Fine. Then, I’ll call off the wedding myself. Let’s see how much of the Lovell fortune survives the Wright Group’s retaliation.

“Transfer the assets to me, and Gemma gets the engagement. That way, the alliance between the Lovell and Wright families will stay intact. You’d just be switching the bride. You have two minutes to decide.”

Gemma was deeply