

Karma Starts Somewhere
When Joseph Belfort was at his lowest, he caught me lying in bed with another man. Later, he made it big and married me in a wedding of the century. Everyone said he loved me more than life itself, but I knew he only did it out of revenge. Every day, he brings different women home. He sleeps with them to my face, even telling me to serve them. I do as told as long as he pays me. He's thoroughly disappointed in me and asks for a divorce. Then, he gives everything I once wished for to Yarra Quinton. He doesn't know everything I did in the past was just a lie. I'm about to die.Chapter 1 Chapter 1
"Dr. Xanders, I want to live. Could you please extend the payment deadline for my medical bills?" Dr. Lucas Xanders stared at me in shock. "The Belfort Group has assets worth billions. Mr. Belfort made it onto the list of wealthiest people years ago, and you're his wife. How could you be out of money?" I let out a bitter chuckle. If I were still the Annabelle Lincoln of the past, Joseph Belfort would have spent his entire fortune to save me. Yet, I betrayed him long ago. Years ago, his father was swindled and left the family drowning in debt. He ran off with the last of their money, leaving behind an elderly mother and a child. His grandmother collapsed from the shock and was hospitalized. From then on, Joseph carried the weight of the entire family alone. I was the only one by his side. However, I was diagnosed with a hereditary disease. My mother begged me to break up with him, but I refused. I told her Joseph would never abandon me. Yet, she said, "Do you want him to watch the person he loves most die before his eyes, just like you?" How could I bear that? I locked myself in a room, crying for days and nights, then finally told him it was over. I told him his family was too messed up to give me a future and that I only liked wealthy people. At the time, he didn't give up. So, I staged a scene with Edmund Brooks. When he came to beg me to get back together for the 99th time, he found me in bed with Edmund. Later, he became successful, and the first thing he did was go to great lengths to marry me. I rejected him once, but he proposed again. The whole city joined in, delivering flowers to my door. Even the billboards displayed his love for me, and drones flew over the city with declarations of love for many days. Everyone envied me. Yet, he was only doing it to get revenge. He threatened to bankrupt Edmund if I refused. He would also go after the people around me. Everyone said he loved me to death and called me a fickle, heartless woman. Only I knew the truth—he married me to get revenge. Over the years, he brought countless women home. They would kiss, embrace, and do far more intimate things right in front of me. I would only watch coldly, then quietly close the door. He grew angry and once shoved me against the wall, demanding, "Don't you feel jealous at all?" He didn't understand. I had been waiting to die. Then, he brought home Yarra Quinton. She looked exactly like me back then—the me who would never have betrayed him. I knew then that he no longer loved me. I told myself that was fine. I was dying soon anyway. Once I was gone, the pain would disappear with me. I returned from the hospital and saw their clothes scattered on the doorstep. It had always been like this, except now the woman was Yarra. I packed my medical records and a will into a box. In this house, I'm probably as insignificant as the box itself. The room was silent. It seemed their bout of intimacy had ended. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions. I was preparing to enter and ask Joseph for some money. In what used to be our marriage bed, only Yarra lay there now. Her skin was exposed to the air, and the marks on her body were glaringly obvious. "Are you looking for Joseph? He went out to buy egg tarts. I just casually mentioned it, and he rushed out immediately. You know how long the line is for those egg tarts. He used to do everything for you, but now you're just some leftover trash he hasn't thrown out of the house." Joseph had always hated waiting in line. For him to do something like that meant he must truly adore her. Back when I loved a band, he saved up for six months just to buy me a ticket. When the sales booth opened, he lined up overnight to make sure he got one. I saw the dark circles under his eyes and felt my heart ache for him. Yet, he had only smiled and said, "I hate waiting in line, but Anna, remember this: as long as you're happy, I'll do anything for you. In my eyes, you're always the exception." His words echoed in my mind, but now, his heart belonged to someone else. "He might take a while to come back. Do you want me to tell him anything?" I was supposed to be the lady of this house, but in the end, it felt like I was the one who had intruded. I forced myself to suppress the bitterness rising in my chest. "Tell him to give me 500 thousand dollars." Yarra raised an eyebrow in surprise, then opened her phone, holding up an order. "This is the dog tag Joseph bought for Coco a few days ago. It costs exactly 500 thousand dollars. You don't even have that much on you?" It was laughable, really. The money spent on a dog's accessory was the same amount that could buy my life.
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"Joseph has always been generous with me. Whatever I wanted, he'd give it to me. Sometimes, he'd transfer the money before I even asked," Yarra said. She paused, then smirked. "You've been married so long, and he won't even give you 500 thousand dollars? Annabelle, you're truly more of a failure than a dog." Yarra's wide eyes sparkled with amusement. She let out a light chuckle. "But don't worry, it's just a little money. I'll help you ask for it." The phone connected almost immediately. It was unlike when I called and only heard a cold beep. As soon as Joseph heard it was me, his voice turned cold. "What is it?" I lowered my voice, trying to preserve the last bit of dignity. "Joseph, I'm sick. Could you send me 500 thousand dollars?" He sneered. "Annabelle, have you really lost all shame? Now you're pretending to be sick as an excuse? Are you planning to take my money and run off with another man? Back then, you were so proud, wanting to break up because I was poor. Did you ever think you'd be begging me for money one day?" If I had known he would act back then, I would have just told him the truth—that my mother was dying and that, in a few years, I would be dying too. I should have let him spend the rest of his life living in constant fear of loss. "Fine! If you're not giving me the money, then forget it! I don't need your filthy cash!" If Joseph ever found out that this money could have kept me alive a little longer, I wonder if he would regret it. "I'd actually love to see you beg," he sneered. "I'll deal with you when I get back." With that, Yarra took the phone and said coquettishly, "When will you be home? Oh, I just saw a necklace I love! It looks just like the one I missed out on last time, but it's so expensive. It's a million dollars." Before she even finished speaking, the sound of a transaction notification chimed. "Sweetie, just a million dollars? As long as it makes you happy, it's worth every cent," Joseph said affectionately. Yarra sweetly blew a kiss into the phone, then turned to me with exaggerated sympathy. "Oh dear, I'm sorry. I really didn't expect Joseph to love me this much, but you do look terribly sick. If you're willing to entertain me like a dog, maybe I'd consider lending you the money. After all, a human's life is slightly more valuable than a dog's." She paused before continuing, "But once you take it, you should leave. You were just here first—he never really loved you. What's the point of holding on?" Joseph had brought back many women, and almost every single one of them had said the same thing to me. I never cared, but this time, the pain hit me like a knife twisting in my chest. I laughed. "You want me to leave? Did you ask Joseph first? I am the woman he went through hell to marry. Do you think you get to decide whether I stay or go? If he really loved you that much, shouldn't he have divorced me and married you already?" Yarra's face suddenly changed, and she snorted before throwing a glass from the bedside onto the floor, pressing her hand down on it intentionally. Bright red blood trickled down her fingers, seeping into the glass cracks. She lifted her gaze to meet mine provocatively. "Let's see whose side Joseph is really on." I turned around. Joseph was standing at the door, looking anxious.
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Joseph hurried over, his eyes filled with concern as he gently cupped Yarra's injured hand. "Joseph, don't be mad," Yarra said softly, her eyes brimming with tears. "Anna didn't mean to. She just can't stand how well you treat me. She's jealous." Once, Joseph had gone out of his way to make me jealous, but now that I was truly angry, he didn't care. "Annabelle, what are you doing? Take your anger out on me, not Yarra. She's nothing like you. She's not malicious." I suddenly found it a bit funny. "Are you telling me not to touch her? Fine, give me 500 thousand dollars, and I won't cause any more trouble for her." Yarra's eyes filled with tears as she cried. "I just want to be with Joseph. What's wrong with that? You're the one who hurt him. Let me love him. Annabelle, does his love mean so little to you? I'll give you a million dollars. Please, just never hurt him again." Youth was a wonderful thing. Yarra could express her love openly. Even when her words sounded naive, no one would mock her. Joseph's expression softened as he gently wiped away her tears. If none of this had happened, would we have been like this, too? "You haven't changed at all. You still love money more than anything," he said coldly. "Tell me, Annabelle. In your entire life, have you ever truly loved anyone?" My heart tightened at the question. I used to love him more than anyone, but the one who knew the truth is long gone. I avoided his gaze, answering casually, "Don't change the subject. Just tell me, are you going to give me the money?" Joseph sneered coldly. "You want money from me? After you upset my precious Yarra, you expect me to help you?" Joseph used to be poor, but he would spend everything on me, even when he barely had enough for himself. I looked at his face, struggling to hold back the tears in my eyes and the pain in my chest. "What do you want from me?""Don't you think you owe someone an apology? Is this how your mother raised you?" I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to keep my emotions in check. "Sorry. Is that enough for you?""What kind of attitude is that?" Yarra gently pulled on Joseph's arm and whispered, "It's okay, Joseph. She didn't mean it. Besides, maybe her mother never taught her how to apologize." Joseph stroked her head and affectionately said, "No, today she has to apologize to you. As long as I'm here, no one will bully you." Then, he tossed a card in front of me. "Kneel and apologize. When my darling is satisfied, you can take the card and leave." Yarra nestled into his arms, looking at me smugly. I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palm, and warm blood began trickling down my fingers. I didn't need the money anymore. If death was the only way out, then so be it. The pain in my heart and body blended, and I said nothing more as I turned and left. Behind me, I heard Yarra's sultry voice. She claimed Joseph truly loved her, and she would never treat him the way I had. The sound of clothes tearing echoed again, and their heavy breathing seemed to press against my ear. I stood at the door for what felt like forever until the sounds stopped, and my heart sank into a suffocating silence. During our years apart, I had hand-made a gift for him every year on his birthday. However, looking at those things now, I suddenly felt disgusted. I searched through the room, trying to find everything that once belonged to me, only to realize how little there really was. Back when we first started dating, I jokingly asked Joseph to buy me a huge mansion with a hot spring. Yet, he built exactly that for Yarra and named it Springville Manor. He once looked at me with eyes full of passion, telling me he would give me the most beautiful jewelry in the world. Later, he bought Yarra countless pieces instead. Half of the villa belonged to her, filled with the gifts Joseph had given her. Every dream we once had had become reality, only with a different person. The heart-wrenching pain spread through my limbs, as though every blood vessel in my body was being gnawed at by ants. I curled up on the floor, and my mind slowly drifted back to the past. There was a day when I was incredibly unlucky. I was scolded by my boss at work, and it started to pour heavily on my way home. By the time I finally made it back, I was drenched, and that's when I realized my period had started. I cursed my boss while continuing to work overtime. Eventually, I began to lose consciousness. When I woke up, I saw Joseph sitting in front of me, holding a bowl of oatmeal. He said he had sent me a message, but I hadn't responded. Worried that something might have happened to me, he rushed over. We were so poor back then, and it was hard to find a cab. He ran in the rain for hours to get to me. I stared at that bowl of oatmeal, crying uncontrollably. He ended up with a fever for three days after that. I asked him why he was so foolish, and he looked at me seriously and said, "Anna, you are my reason for living. As long as you're okay, I can keep going." That was just an ordinary bowl of oatmeal, but I've never eaten anything as delicious since. "Joseph, it hurts so much. Can you make me some oatmeal?" The scene in front of me grew increasingly blurry, and a sharp pain surged through my body. It felt as though my muscles were being twisted into a knot. Soon, I broke into a cold sweat and couldn't help but cry out in agony. Before my consciousness faded completely, I faintly heard Joseph's voice beside me. I thought I must have caught a fever from the rain and was just having a nightmare. Joseph loved me so much, and I kept telling myself he could never be with someone else. When I woke up, everything would be fine again.
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Before long, a familiar fragrance reached my nose. I opened my eyes to see a bowl of oatmeal at the bedside, with Joseph sitting quietly beside me. His expression was soft, and his eyes were filled with a hint of concern. "You're awake?" For a moment, I almost believed we were still in those days from years ago. However, I noticed the fresh scratch marks on his neck that struck me like a slap across the face. Back then, Joseph would try to make me different kinds of food, though our circumstances were poor, and his cooking skills left much to be desired. After being with Yarra, he took a cooking class. I often saw them together in the kitchen. Joseph prepared the ingredients while Yarra happily chatted away about her latest stories. He scooped a spoonful of oatmeal and slowly offered it to me. "I didn't know when you'd wake up, so I kept it ready. You don't look well. What happened?" he asked. The scene before me overlapped with the past. He looked just like the young man who once loved me deeply, but we could never go back. I knocked his hand aside, and the bowl crashed to the ground, causing the oatmeal to splatter across the floor—just like our shattered love. "Joseph, don't disgust me." He stared at me, gritting his teeth in fury. "Annabelle, what is wrong with you? You were the one crying and begging me to make you oatmeal. What's this?" It seemed that everything I had seen before wasn't just my imagination. Yet, it didn't change the fact that he no longer cared about me. Was this pity or a mere act of charity? The world had never been kind to me, but the one who hurt me the most was him. I didn't need his money, nor did I need him. I forced a smile and met his gaze. "I was just messing with you. Can't you tell? Look at you, running over the moment I so much as crook a finger. You're no different from that dog Yarra keeps." His face darkened with rage. With a curse, he swung his fist at the wall. "Yeah, I'm pathetic," he spat. "Even after you threw me away like trash and slept with someone else, I was still the one begging to marry you. I just can't let you go—I love you! "All these years, you've played me like a fool, but do you even know how happy I was when you cried in my arms that day? Is your heart really made of stone, Annabelle?" Pain flashed through my eyes, but before I could speak, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me. His kiss was rough, desperate, and full of suppressed emotions. His hands roamed over my body, and my clothes were quickly torn to shreds. Panic gripped me. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't budge him. I bit down on his lips with all my strength, but instead of stopping, his movements only became more frenzied. Just then, Yarra's ringtone blared. He shot me a hateful look before answering the call. Yarra's voice trembled with panic. "Joseph, I've been kidnapped. They're forcing me to make this call. I know you and Anna have made up, and I shouldn't be disturbing you, but I'm really scared. I just wanted to hear your voice one last time. I hope Anna can stay by your side and love you in my place." Joseph looked at me and coldly said, "I don't have to go. Annabelle, if you say the word, I'll cut all these women off. We can go back to how things used to be." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Back then, I had begged him more than once. "Joseph, can you stop tormenting me? Let's talk this through and start over, okay? Can you at least acknowledge me? Just say one word—just one," I had begged. The very next day, he had shown up with another woman, kissing her passionately in front of me. "Annabelle, what right do you have to say this to me? You're disgusting." After that, I stopped caring. Now, I looked at him and let out a cold chuckle. "Joseph, don't make me sick." He stared at me for a moment before throwing me onto the bed. "You chose this. Don't regret it." The next day, the city was abuzz about how Joseph had spent a hundred million dollars to ransom Yarra. People were talking about our relationship. "That bitchy Annabelle dumped Joseph for money, and now that he's successful, she's crawling back to seduce him. Who knows what kind of tricks she pulled to make him marry her? Thank heaven he finally found his true love." "Joseph and Yarra are the perfect match. When is that disgusting woman going to leave? Just seeing her makes me sick!" I shut off my phone. I had an appointment with the doctor today anyway. On the way there, I ran into Joseph's group of friends. They pointed at me and hurled insults my way. "Annabelle, I've never seen anyone as vile as you. When Joseph was at his lowest, you turned your back on him and ran off with another man. Do you even realize he nearly took his own life back then? "And now that he's rich, you have the audacity to crawl back to him? If I were you, I'd throw myself off a cliff and end it already." Indeed, Joseph loved me, but that was a long time ago. I lifted my chin and looked at them coldly. "Love is a two-way street. No one owes anyone anything." Joseph stood nearby, holding Yarra in his arms. His expression was dark, and he didn't even spare me a glance. The rain poured harder, pounding against my bones. The searing pain hit me again, and I could barely hold on. My body curled up on the cold ground. Was I about to die? Joseph cast me a frosty glance. "Do you think putting on this little act will make me forgive you?"
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Yarra whispered, "She really doesn't look well. I once saw an actress playing a cancer patient, and she looked just like this. Maybe we should help her?" Joseph rejected the idea outright. "Her acting skills are as good as an award-winning actress. Besides, I just saw her medical report—she's perfectly healthy. It's just a bit of rain. She won't die from it. If anything, she deserves to learn a lesson." I watched them walk away. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even utter a word. My condition was worsening. Perhaps dying like this would be a kind of relief. In the end, it was a kind passerby who took me to the hospital. The doctor took one look at my miserable state and scolded me angrily. "With your condition, you're still running around in the rain? Do you have a death wish? Where's your family? Where are they?" I gave a bitter smile and said that they had died many years ago. The doctor lectured me, telling me to take better care of my health. Then, he handed me a series of medical forms. Even a stranger cared about me, yet my own husband had left me to die in the rain without a second thought. On my way downstairs, I ran into Joseph and Yarra. They had come out of the obstetrics department. Yarra spotted me and waved her prenatal exam results at me with a bright smile. "Anna, are you here for a check-up too? If I had known, I would've brought you along! The doctor just confirmed that I'm pregnant! Joseph is going to be a dad!" I couldn't help but find it ironic. Yarra was sweetly holding my husband's arm, proudly sharing the joy of her pregnancy. Joseph glanced at me, looking disgusted at my dirty clothes. "You're still my wife. Could you at least try to maintain your image when you go out? Why are you running around like this? Wait…" Yarra suddenly called out softly, covering her stomach. "Look, it's kicking me." Joseph turned to her and warmly smiled. "It's only one month. It can't kick yet. What will the child do when it sees its silly mom?" Yarra giggled. "Anyway, you'll always be by my side. What do I need to be smart for?" Joseph looked at me as if he wanted to say something, but Yarra tugged at him, saying it was time for their next check-up. I watched them walk away, then turned to walk toward my death. The medical report showed my life expectancy was only a month or two. Perhaps to kill time while waiting, Yarra started a live stream to share her joy. She lifted the edge of her top slightly to reveal her stomach. Joseph looked at her, his eyes darkening with desire. The viewers flooded the chat with congratulations and insults toward me. "Look, they are truly in love. Can that shameless woman just leave already?""How are you still clinging onto the title of Mrs. Belfort? Yarra is pregnant! If you had any self-respect, you'd pack your bags and leave!" I had seen these comments countless times before. Most of them were Yarra's fans, while the rest were likely paid trolls. Joseph seemed to be enjoying himself, continuously sending gifts in the live stream, filling the screen with presents. Yarra was beaming, showing off a recent order Joseph had placed for her, which included a set of lingerie. The followers continued to tease them, saying how great their relationship was. Some even asked about their favorite positions, jokingly claiming they wanted to learn. Yarra blushed deeply. "How can we discuss such private matters in public? We're fine with anything." However, the viewers weren't satisfied and kept egging them on. Joseph reached out and blurred the screen with a mosaic filter. Even so, faint silhouettes of the two standing figures remained visible as their clothes gradually fell to the floor. The suggestive sounds coming from the stream sent the comments section into a frenzy. "Be careful with the baby." Their voices grew louder, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I gagged and retched. It had been too long since I had eaten, and nothing came up except a pool of blood. The doctor looked at me in confusion and asked what I was doing there. "I heard Mr. Belfort reserved a special room upstairs for his lover to rest. Aren't you his lover?" His lover was no longer me.
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I used to have a child with Joseph. Back then, I hadn't fallen ill yet, and I thought I could carry our child. I had asked the doctor to keep it a secret from Joseph, telling him to wait until the pregnancy was stable. However, Joseph accidentally found my prenatal check-up slip at home, and he was overjoyed. "Anna, let's make up. I'll learn to be a good father and take care of you and the baby," he said. "Whatever you've done in the past, I forgive you. Let's start fresh." Yet, he didn't know that day was the day my illness truly began. The baby was already three months old, and the doctor told me the chances of survival were slim. Even if the child lived, there would be severe congenital defects. When Joseph found me, I had just come out of surgery. Yarra looked at me with a pained expression. "Anna, even if you hate Joseph and want nothing to do with him, the baby is innocent. How could you just kill it?" I wanted to explain, but then I saw Joseph's expression. "Annabelle, was it so disgusting to carry my child? Was it so disgusting that you'd rather kill it just to cut ties with me?" Why was it that when Yarra said a single sentence, he believed her completely? That was my child, too. Did he think it hurt me any less? In the end, as if possessed, I coldly said, "Yeah. The moment I realized it was your child, I'd rather it die." After that, our relationship was almost completely torn apart. The noise on my phone died down, and the number of people in the live stream kept increasing. Some viewers asked when they were getting married. Yarra removed the mosaic, flashing a mysterious smile as she took a ring out and gently placed it on both her and Joseph's hands. Joseph had always worn a ring, but it wasn't nearly as extravagant as the one Yarra now wore. That ring was a family heirloom. When Joseph and I confirmed our relationship, my mom gave it to him. At that time, he was overjoyed and said he would always treat me well. "Your family has accepted me as their son-in-law. You can't run away now," he said. For years, he had worn that ring, never once taking it off. However, it now lay discarded to the side as if it were nothing. That ring was the only thing my mother had left me. I couldn't just watch them trample over it. When I arrived at the hospital room, they were still wrapped in each other's embrace. "Where's the ring? You can return it to me now, can't you?" Yarra chuckled. "So that ugly thing was from you? No wonder I always wondered why Joseph kept wearing it. Anna, did you think he wasn't worthy of something better?" She lifted Joseph's hand, proudly displaying a pair of dazzling couple's rings. "I personally picked these out. You won't believe how expensive they are. They cost enough to buy several homes in the city." I ignored her and turned to Joseph. "You know what that ring means to me. Where is it?" Joseph scoffed. "What meaning? Wasn't it just some worthless trinket your family used to deceive me? Trash belongs in the garbage where it should be. I was such a fool back then. I should've realized sooner. Your mother was just as conniving, trying to win me over with a cheap piece of junk." A surge of fury overtook me, and I slapped him across the face. "Insult me all you want, but insult my mother, and you're asking for death!" Yarra quickly stepped aside, sneering. "Are you insane? You two are disgusting, and we're just saying it out loud. With a mother like that, no wonder she raised a daughter like you." Even in her last moments, my mother had been thinking of Joseph and me. And now, they dared to slander her like this. Before I even realized it, I lunged at them, landing slap after slap. "If you insult my mother again, I'll kill you!" Joseph shielded Yarra behind him and turned to me indifferently. "Annabelle, so you do have feelings after all. Yet, you're just like your mother. You both deserve to die. Let's get a divorce. I don't want to see you ever again." I looked at him, laughing and crying at the same time. This was how it all ended. They had their happiness, while I had nothing. "Fine." They claimed to have thrown the ring in the trash, but after searching the hospital from top to bottom, I never found it. The stench of antiseptic and the foul odors of the hospital made me retch over and over. I was coughing up blood more frequently now. It felt like I really was about to die. I wondered if Joseph would feel even a hint of regret if he ever found out I was telling the truth.
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Joseph never came back. On the first day, I looked at the pills the doctor prescribed me. I took them, only to throw them up immediately. Meanwhile, Yarra posted pictures of all the luxurious gifts Joseph had given her. On the second day, the bleeding wouldn't stop. To avoid dirtying the house, I could only sit in the bathroom. Yarra posted photos of herself in a wedding dress on social media, claiming to be the happiest woman in the world. … It felt like we were separated by underworld and heaven. When I came out of the hospital after my checkup, Yarra sent me an address. "Come quickly. There's a surprise for you!" I didn't know what could possibly be a surprise for someone like me, who was about to die. The address led to Springville Manor, the mansion Joseph had built for Yarra. There were many luxury cars parked outside, some belonging to Joseph's family and friends. They were all smiling, and in the middle of the crowd stood Yarra in her wedding dress. "Yarra, you look so beautiful in that dress!""I've always said you two should have been together from the start. All this time was wasted because of that bitch, Annabelle.""Let's not talk about that slut today. Joseph, are you finally happy with this wedding?" They had all been there when Joseph and I got married, but back then, almost everyone had been cursing me. "She's just a gold digger. You could have married anyone, but you chose her. Be careful. She'll just run off again when things get tough.""If you're just trying to get back at her, that's one thing, but don't get too involved with her.""Annabelle, you better keep to yourself. If I find out you've hurt Joseph again, don't blame us for what will happen." Joseph smiled. "We aren't just celebrating the wedding. Our child is one month old today!""You're being unfair. Yarra is carrying your child. You don't still plan to let her be the mistress, do you?""If you want to stay with Annabelle, we won't stand for it." Joseph sighed in resignation. "How could I? I was blind, but I've seen the truth now. Some people are just ingrates, no matter how well you treat them." I clenched my fists quietly, and the vows he once made echoed violently in my mind. "I will only marry Annabelle in this life! I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend. You don't know how envious everyone around me is. I'll be good to you forever. If there's a day I fail, I'll kill myself in front of you." Inside, he was celebrating new life with his guests. Outside, in a place where no one cared, I quietly met my end. Joseph, this was our final farewell.
