Please forgive me for my deep love

“I won’t leave Michael for money! What we have is real!”

Half-reclined on the master bed, the girl’s clothes were disheveled, her lips swollen. With a face strikingly similar to Michael’s unreachable ideal, Mariah, she glared defiantly at Cynthia, chin lifted. “You’re the ninety-ninth woman to tell me that.”

Cynthia’s expression stayed placid as she motioned for a bodyguard to lay a stack of cash and two copies of a non-disclosure agreement in front of the girl. “Sign these, and the money is yours to take when you go.”

“Cynthia, everyone knows you’re just Michael’s dog. Do you really think you’re his wife? Michael told me he’s never even kissed you all this time—you disgust him!”

Cynthia showed no reaction to the girl’s venomous words—because they were true.

In Harbor City’s elite circles, everyone knew the open secret: Cynthia was Michael’s wife in name only. In reality, she was his dog. And she had brought it all on herself.

After all, she’d used every dirty trick in the book to marry him.

At Michael’s engagement party to his beloved Mariah, Cynthia had drugged him. In his disoriented state, she slipped into his bed. When the scandal broke, she leaked it to the press, guaranteeing front-page coverage.

In the end, with the help of a conveniently timed pregnancy of dubious origin and the benevolence of Michael’s father, Jeremy, she displaced Mariah. She forced Michael to marry her, driving the heartbroken Mariah to vanish without a trace for years.

For Michael, a man notorious for his ruthlessness, it was the first time he had ever been trapped and humiliated. His hatred for Cynthia was absolute.

The wedding had barely ended when Michael shoved the still-bridal-gowned Cynthia down a flight of stairs, publicly calling it a “tragic miscarriage.”

“You’re only fit to be my dog.”

He meant it. For the next five years, Cynthia was his to summon and dismiss at will—his beast of burden, his servant, his toy for venting lust and rage.

The truth, however, was that Cynthia had been forced into every action by Christina, Mariah’s mother.

The year Cynthia graduated, her grandmother, Patricia, fell critically ill and needed a liver transplant. Destitute and desperate, Cynthia was approached at the hospital by Christina, who oversaw the facility.

“Mariah is still young, not ready to settle down. But the alliance between Michael’s family and ours cannot be broken by us. Cynthia, be a good girl. Do exactly as I say, and you can save your grandmother.”

To save Patricia’s life, Cynthia sold her soul and her dignity. Mariah’s family, meanwhile, reaped a windfall from Michael’s guilt over the years.

The girl sneered now, slapping the documents against Cynthia’s face before trying to sweep past her. A bodyguard blocked the exit.

“Cynthia, just you wait!” Forced to press her thumbprint onto the agreement, Hannah spat the words through gritted teeth before finally being allowed to leave.

Cynthia dismissed the threat as nothing. That evening, however, Michael had the grandmother she depended on