On the day Dillon returned, my wife dragged me off the road by my hair.
Not because she wanted to save me
but because she didnt want Dillon to see my blood.

For three years, I saved her, raised my sister, protected Violet, and pushed away the only woman who truly loved me.
Yet when Dillon faked his death, they all blamed me.
They beat me, tortured me, and begged Dillon for mercy while stabbing me in the chest.

I thought dying would set me free
until the one person I had abandoned came running through the crowd, screaming my name.

"Ryan Scott, I know you're awake. Why did you choose to commit suicide on such a joyous day when Dillon is returning? Are you trying to frame him by your death?" Hearing the cold voice, I opened my eyes to see my wife, Luanne Wright. Her icy glare was full of hatred.
Luanne, one of my targets, was my wife who had loved me. When we met at the very beginning, she pretended to be mentally disabled to avoid being involved in a family feud and insisted on marrying me.
For three years, I took complete care of her and gave her everything. Upon the death of all the family heirs, she regained her sanity and became the sole beneficiary.
Only then did I know that she had been pretending all along and that I was the real fool.
I tried to leave, but Luanne knelt and begged me, spending millions to propose to me in a high-profile way. "Ryan, don't leave me, please. I can't live without you. I deceived you, but I truly love you."
In the midst of swirling flower petals, I looked at the girl I had seen every day and accepted her proposal.
However, when her true love, Dillon Hughes, returned, Luanne fell out of love. She used work as an excuse to stay away from home for long periods. She even questioned me, "Ryan, why can't you understand me? Without my hard work, we won't have a good life."
I believed in Luanne. But not long after, I discovered her intimate moments with Dillon in her office, along with used condoms on the floor.
I confronted her, but she kicked me out without a penny.
Dillon even staged a false suicide by jumping into the sea and posted a lengthy accusation on Twitter, claiming I had abused him and driven him to death.
I faced a torrent of online abuse. Luanne then kicked me out of our home. Even my sister, Belle Scott, cut ties with me, calling me a vile person.
No matter how much I tried to explain, no one believed me.
I didn't know why Luanne saved me, but seeing the intense hatred in her eyes, I struggled to speak, "Kill...me."
The next moment, Luanne let go, slapped me hard, and shouted, "If you want to die, do it somewhere else. You're so disgusting!"
Her slap left me dazed. When I came to my senses, her bodyguards had already thrown me onto the road outside the villa.
Luanne crossed her arms, looking at me with contempt as if I were a pitiful creature. "If it weren't for you bullying and tormenting Dillon, he wouldn't have been driven to jump into the sea. Go away if you want to die. You really make me sick."
I forced a bitter smile. They slandered me, yet somehow I was the one at fault. With power and influence, they could smear me at will.
Luanne probably forgot that without me, she would never have achieved what she had today. Since that was the case, I wouldn't bother her anymore.
Stumbling away, I reached a bustling street. Watching the flow of cars, I jumped. I thought, "As long as this body dies, I can go back to my original world."
Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires and honking horns filled the air. Someone grabbed my hair and dragged me to the roadside. "Ryan, what are you doing?"
I looked at the furious Luanne and asked calmly, "I'm already leaving you alone."
Though her words were harsh, I saw her trembling all over. When she was pretending to be a fool, she would tremble with fear and hide behind me.
Looking at Luanne, I thought, "What is she afraid of? Afraid I would die? But I'm making things easier for her and Dillon."
Luanne slapped me. "This is the road Dillon takes to come home. How can I let him see such a bloody scene?"
I lowered my gaze, laughing bitterly. I went to the riverside. Here, I wouldn't disgust her beloved man.



I was walking towards the river when someone suddenly grabbed my hand.
Confused, I turned around and saw it was my sister, Belle. She was holding a cake with "DH" written on it. This cake was probably prepared to celebrate Dillon's return after his fake death.
Belle's eyes blazed with anger and hatred. "What are you doing here, Ryan? Are you trying to stop me from giving this cake to Dillon? We've cut ties!"