Chapter 1 Resurrection
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It rained all day, the air mingled with dampness and coolness.
A pale-faced woman sat in a luxurious office, the words on the paper announcing her three-year love ultimately failed.
"I don't want to sign..." Rose Snow touched her lips despondently, her fingertips trembling so much that she could barely write.
From disappearing from public view to becoming the woman behind him, she once thought that marrying Simon Miller was the luckiest thing that could happen to her.
Simon's assistant curled his lips in a mocking smirk, impatiently pushing the divorce agreement forward, "The person Mr. Miller was waiting for him has returned."
Rose looked up in surprise, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, struggling to hold them back from falling.
Yes, it was agreed that when that woman returned, she would leave. How could she go back on her word now?
But even at this point, would Simon not come to see her one last time?
What exactly was she, then, his hidden wife or a mistress who couldn't show herself in public?
"May he never find happiness without me!"
She smiled with a bitter smile, quickly scribbled her name with trembling hands, and vanished into the rain without looking back.
Pedestrians hurried by, the puddles on the ground reflecting the lights of thousands of homes.
Unfortunately, not a single one was left for her.
Dragging her rain-soaked body, Rose wanted to return to the Miller's family to collect her luggage and leave with dignity, but she was locked out, left to be drenched in the rain with no one opening the door.
The lights inside were bright, clearly indicating someone was there.
Rose habitually looked up at the second floor, where Simon's study was lit. A figure flickered past the window and then drew the curtains.
In her desolation, she took out her phone to call her father, to tell them she knew she was wrong and was now homeless, but... all she got in response was busy signals.
Rose forgot that her mother and father had already severed ties with her on her wedding day.
The rain poured like a torrent all night.
As Simon was having breakfast, his assistant stood by his side, holding the signed documents from last night, seeming hesitant to speak.
"Did she sign the divorce agreement?" Simon glanced at his watch; he had to rush to the airport soon and have an international meeting in the afternoon. He couldn't afford to waste time on this matter.
"She signed, but," the assistant pulled out another stamped paper from underneath and respectfully placed it in front of Simon, "she had a car accident on her way back last night..."
The three words on the paper were particularly striking—Notice of Death.
Simon's eyes instantly narrowed, his brows furrowed. As he reached out to take it, he knocked over the teacup on the table.
Coffee spilled onto the paper, eventually soaking Rose's name.
"Impossible!" Simon clenched the paper in his hand, his lips trembling slightly, making it hard to discern his emotions. "Investigate. She's a good actress; this trick won't fool me."
Four years later.
The television in the square of Zimloy was broadcasting news about the Miller's talent show.
It wasn't even eight in the morning, yet a long line had already formed at the scene. Models from various backgrounds crowded together, eagerly eyeing the stringent selection criteria.
"Ever since the former star Rose Snow disappeared, the Miller Corporation's selection has become even more demanding."
"Right. But I heard that Rose didn't disappear; she died."
"Even if she's dead, the lead role won't fall to us. Today will probably be another wasted trip."
Everyone was chattering away, not noticing the inconspicuous woman in the crowd, wearing a pair of sunglasses, listening without expression.
Even after Rose's death, people still talked about her. She couldn't find peace in death.
"Mama! You snuck out again!"
A childish voice suddenly burst out in the crowd, as a chubby little hand grabbed the skirt of the woman in sunglasses. The face, like a white, soft bun, seemed full of helplessness. "You're too old for this, so stop competing with these young ladies, okay?"
"How did you get here? Where's Liam Murphy? Wasn't he supposed to be watching you?" Sherry Snow helplessly picked up the little child. How did Tommy get here from so far away?
"Mama, I can't let you become a big star. If you become a big star, you'll definitely leave dad. How pitiful would that be for dad? You can't abandon your long-suffering husband!" Tommy's lips quivered as if he was about to cry in grievance the next second.
"Long-suffering husband?" The people around covered their mouths, stifling laughter. What kind of word is that? Does this little kid even know what it means?
"Ladies, please convince my mom not to compete in the contest."
Seeing that Sherry was unmoved, Tommy immediately looked pitifully at the surrounding women, his big, bright eyes fluttering with long eyelashes, like a little doll stepping out of an oil painting.
Only then did the women around notice his mother, a woman whose face was hidden by sunglasses.
However, her poise and figure made them feel self-conscious.
Seeing no one speak, Tommy sighed softly, "Alas, the world is getting worse, and people's hearts aren't what they used to be!"
"..." Where did he pick up these fancy words? It made people both angry and amused.
Sherry was about to pinch the little boy's cheek and ask if he had been sneaking peeks at some strange books again when steady footsteps sounded from behind, the sound of leather shoes tapping on marble echoing throughout the hall.
Her heart was in her throat, and she didn't dare turn her head, keeping her back to the approaching person.
"Make way!"
The bodyguards habitually pushed the women aside to clear a path for Mr. Miller.
Tommy was only as tall as Felix's knees. He widened his eyes as he watched the man pass by and then return, stopping to look expressionlessly at Sherry's back.
Sherry felt her back aching as if it was being pricked with needles, and her heart churned with discomfort.
"Turn your head around." The man's voice was as cold and clear as it was four years ago, with just the word "you" serving as her entire designation.
Tommy looked at his mom, then at the handsome man, and instantly switched sides, his voice sweet and endearing, "Sherry, turn around, the young man is talking to you."
"..."
The people around were astonished at the little boy! Wasn't he just calling her mom? How did he suddenly switch to calling her name? Did his dad know about this?
Sherry turned her head, her mouth curled into a flattering smile, the sunglasses obscuring her eyes and half of her charming face.
Simon instantly clenched his fist, and in the next moment, he abruptly took off Sherry's sunglasses.
Her palm-sized face had exquisite features, enough to outshine everyone present, with a particularly enchanting tear mole beside her eye, making her somewhat pure appearance even more vivid.
Her whole features were neither as flamboyant as a rose nor as plain as a cabbage.
The assistant behind Simon drew a sharp breath. This appearance and figure were just like that woman who was supposed to be dead!
"Hello, Mr. Miller. My name is Sherry Snow."
A flicker of hatred flashed in Sherry's eyes, but she smiled brightly as she extended her hand to Simon.
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