The Man I Loved Married My Worst Enemy

Everyone knew that Adrian Kingsley was deeply in love with Sophie Bennett. Not only had he built her a private island called Aurora Island, but even the dishes and tableware she used for meals were crafted from fine porcelain, and the toilets were inlaid with gemstones. The island was filled with every luxury cosmetic and designer brand imaginable. For three years, Adrian had spoiled her, and his love for her seemed neverending. On Adrian's birthday, Sophie secretly left the island, planning to surprise him. But the moment she opened the news, the screen was flooded with headlines. "The Nation's Richest Man Adrian Kingsley Marries Famous Ballet Dancer Veronica Whitmore Today!" Sophie stared at the screen in disbelief. Veronica Whitmore. The woman who had bullied her relentlessly for an entire year. Adrian knew exactly how much she hated Veronica. Why would he marry her? Besides, she and Adrian had dated for two years, and they had already been married for three. Confused and unsettled, Sophie rushed to the hotel where the wedding was being held. When she reached the dressing room, the door was slightly open. Inside, Adrian held a pair of black handcuffs. He pressed Veronica against the wall. She wore rabbit ears and a revealing bunny costume as he kissed her fiercely. When Sophie's name came up, Adrian's voice carried obvious disgust. "To stop Sophie from taking your overseas ballet scholarship, I had no choice but to fake a marriage with her. You both dance ballet, but in bed she's completely lifeless. You're the one who suits my taste. Whatever I want to do, you always play along." Veronica let out a soft, breathy laugh and said, "What if she finds out?" Adrian sounded completely indifferent. "So what if she does? I got bored of her a long time ago. Besides, she hasn't stepped outside Aurora Island in three years. She's basically useless now. There's still time. Put on the wedding dress. Let's go again." The sound of tearing fabric mixed with Veronica's low moans could be heard. Sophie bit her lip so hard it almost bled. Each word struck her like lightning. So the love he had shown her on Aurora Island had never been love at all. It had only been a prison. Back then, there had been only one ballet scholarship to study abroad. Veronica had competed with her at every turn. She placed nails in Sophie's ballet shoes. She poured disinfectant into her cosmetics. On the day of Sophie's performance, she tore off her costume and locked her in a bathroom, forcing her to humiliate herself in front of everyone. Every memory was a nightmare that still haunted Sophie whenever she closed her eyes at night. At the time, Adrian had looked heartbroken for her. He promised he would find evidence and bring Veronica to justice. Yet only two days later, he appeared with a diamond ring and proposed. "There were no cameras there, and you don't have any visible injuries. It's only a scholarship opportunity. It's not worth fighting over. Why don't you marry me and become my one and only Mrs. Kingsley?" Sophie's heart wavered. No one knew that the moment she first saw Adrian in university, she had already fallen for him. On the first day of school, she couldn't find the women's dormitory. Adrian had been sitting in a camphor tree, chewing gum. When he saw her wandering around in circles, he finally jumped down and pointed her in the right direction. Sunlight reflected off the sapphire stud in his ear like Cupid's arrow shooting straight into her heart. So she foolishly gave up the scholarship. She abandoned the ballet she loved most and willingly stepped onto Aurora Island, becoming his rightful Mrs. Kingsley. But now she finally understood. The pursuit from their first meeting had been fake. The title of Mrs. Kingsley had been fake. Even the warmth and affection of the past three years had all been fake. Listening to the increasingly intimate sounds coming from the dressing room, Sophie finally covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom. It was filthy. Everything related to Adrian felt so filthy it made her want to vomit. After finally steadying her breathing, Sophie took out her phone and called her mentor. "Professor... if I return to ballet training now, is it too late?" Hearing the hesitation in her voice, her mentor replied excitedly, "Of course not. With your talent, you'll catch up quickly." "I've also kept an overseas training spot for you. Do you want it?" Her mentor continued. Sophie agreed without hesitation. "Yes." "That's wonderful. The flight leaves in five days. Wait for my message." After hanging up, Sophie tightened her grip on the phone. They probably never imagined that during these three years, she had remained in contact with her mentor the entire time. Every year, her mentor had urged her to return, saying she had real talent for ballet and that giving it up would be such a waste. Before, she had refused every time because of Adrian. But now she wanted to see something. If she returned, would Veronica still be able to hold onto the title of the country's most famous ballerina? Almost casually, Sophie also scheduled a surgery appointment for the next day. Then she turned around and headed back to Aurora Island.