Second Life: Dead Wife Rises For Vengeance

The mountain air was crisp and thin, carrying the scent of pine and morning dew.

Andrea Reed stepped closer to the edge, a soft laugh escaped her lips. "Steven," she said, her voice bright with delight, "this place feels unreal. It's like standing inside a painting."

"I'm glad you like it," Steven replied from behind her.

What Andrea couldn't see was that his right hand was openly clasping another woman's.

The woman had striking features and a smug smile curling on her lips. After waiting all these years, this day had finally come.

Andrea stretched out her arms and closed her eyes, letting the morning breeze brush across her face. Her body relaxed completely. Today was her second wedding anniversary with Steven. She hadn't expected him to take time off to travel with her-it made her genuinely happy.

'When I tell him the news later... he'll be happy too, right?'

Then his voice cut through the air without warning.

"Andrea, let's get a divorce."

Her body froze.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned around, forcing an awkward smile. "Honey... what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Steven took out a divorce agreement and spoke coldly, his face unreadable. "Andrea, we're getting divorced. The car and the house will go to you. As for the company-you don't know how to run it, so I'll continue managing it."

"Why...?"

It felt like a thunderbolt had struck her. She stared at the man in front of her. He still had the same handsome, gentle face-but somehow, he suddenly felt like a stranger.

"Because Steven doesn't love you," a woman's voice cut in sharply. "The one he loves is me."

Sandra stepped forward and hooked her arm around Steven's, pressing her seductive body tightly against him. Her red lips curled in disdain. "Andrea, do yourself a favor and sign the papers. Don't force us to embarrass you."

"Sandra... Steven... you two..." Andrea shook her head in disbelief. "No, this isn't real. You're joking, right? You're just trying to scare me. Honey, today is our anniversary. Please stop joking, okay?"

Steven frowned impatiently, his voice turning harsh. "Andrea, I don't have time for this. Sign the agreement now-or don't blame me for being ruthless."

"No! You can't do this to me!" Andrea broke down, tears streaming down her face. "I love you! For you, I was willing to do anything! How could you treat me like this?"

She reached for his arm, but he shoved her away without hesitation.

Sandra glanced at her freshly painted crimson nails and said lazily, "Andrea, have some self-respect. Steven never loved you. Crying, making a scene, threatening your life-it's all useless. You might as well sign the divorce and leave with some dignity."

Andrea stared at her stepsister in disbelief.

Was this really the same girl who used to cling to her and say, 'Sis, you're the best'?

She had treated Sandra like her own sister-protected her, indulged her, gave way to her in everything.