Chapter 1
After five years of marriage, Navier Armstrong wanted a divocer,
When she arrived at the office, she spotted the secretary healing inward her husband Lysander Vanderbilt’s office with a stack of documents,
Using the excue that she was leading the st way, she took the track of papers, discreetly slipping the damere agreement among them. As she handed over the documents, Lysander was on the phone
Without even glancing at them, he signed everything–incluuling the divance agreement.
Navier stared at his signature on the divere papers, momentarily
So this is it. It’s finally ending
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Just as she reached for the documents to leave, het ellim accidentally knocked over a delicate picture frame on his desk. It toppled over, glass shattering across the surface.
The smiling girl in the photo was now partially obscured by broken glass.
It was Ophelia Belmont, Lysander’s deceased first love.
“What the hell are you doing?!!
Lysander abruptly ended his call, his voice snapping with fury.
He shot to his feet and roughly shoved Navier aside.
She stumbled backward and her palm landing on shards of glass. Sharp pain shot through her hand, but she bit her lip, refusing to cry out though tears welled up involuntarily.
Looking down, she watched blood dripping from her fingertips, staining the documents on the floor.
Lysander seemed oblivious to her pain.
He knelt down, carefully picking up the photograph and gently brushing away the glass fragments, terrified of causing the slightest damage. His movements were tender and focused, as if handling a priceless treasure,
Navier’s heart turned to ice. She stared at the man before her, a wave of indescribable desolation washing over her.
Tive years of marriage, and she–a living, breathing human being–still couldn’t compete with a photograph
“Why are you still standing there?” Lysander looked at her, his eyes cold as ice. “Don’t come to my office again without my permission.”
Navier said nothing. She silently gathered the blood–stained documents from the floor and turned to leave
Her hand was still bleeding, but she couldn’t feel the pain.
As she reached the doorway, she heard Lysander making another call.
His voice remained detached but carried an undercurrent of urgency. “Have you found anyone who looks like Ophelia yet?
The
on the other end said something, and Lysander’s voice betrayed a hint of barely suppressed anguish.
person on
“Keep searching! It’s been years! Why the hell can’t I find someone–anyone–who looks lieber? This this isnt fair.”
Navier paused mid step, her heart twisting with a bitter ache.
She looked down at her bloodied palm and the corner of her mouth curved into a surrowful smile.
“Lysander, you still can’t make it? Well, I did. Don’t worry, I’ll train her perfectly, and then rul personally deliver her to your side
Navier took a Uber to her private estates, Lakeside
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As the car sped through huny streets, the scenery bhu red part the window while her mind dried to the past.
-She and Lysander had grown up together–childhand frivers. And she had loved him for a decade.
But his heart had never belonged to her.
It had belonged to Ophelia Helint, from the moment the walked into his life.
The atot twenty years old, Ophelia fell ill and never recovered.
After that, Lysander became despondent, imly reluctantly accepting the arranged marriage with Navier as part of a family alliance.
Everyone in their Manhattan social circle knew how much Navier loved Lysander.
She tolerated it when he kept a memorial corner in his home for Ophelia Belmont, leaving fresh white files as if she were still alive.
She endured it when he covered their bedroom with Ophelia’s photos, whispering to them every night like she was listening
She even swallowed her pain from his obsessive global search for Ophelia lookalikes.
Navier believed that if she stayed by his side long enough, he would eventually turn around and fall in love with her.
She even fantasized that someday he would forget about Ophelia, they would have children and live happily ever after.
Reality, reality had a way of slapping her in the face.
She had been pregnant three times and each ended in “accidental” miscarriage.
She had thought it was her weak constitution that couldn’t sustain a pregnancy until her third miscarriage, when she accidentally overheard a conversation between Lysander and his friend.
“Lysander, you’ve been slipping abortion pills into Navier’s food every time she gets pregnant. If she ever finds out, she’ll be crazy.”
And what does that have to do with me?” Lysander’s voice was cold. “If I had a child with another woman, Ophelia–wherever she is would be heartbroken”
That was when she realized her previous miscarriages weren’t accidents at all–Lysander bad deliberately induced them!
And his reason? He was afraid Ophelia would be upset from beyond the grave?!
That right, she broke
She went to a har to drink her sorrows away. There, the happened to rescue a young girl whose parents were selling her to an old man for money
The girl’s face looked strikingly similar to Ophelia’s.
Navier stared at her, a crazy idea taking root in her mind.
Since Lysander couldn’t forget Ophelia, then she–his legal wife–would step aside.
But not before giving him one final gift.
She would train this girl to replace Ophelia and stay by Lysander’s side forever!
At Lakeside Villa, Navier opened the door to find Celeste Stanley studying Ophelia’s fashion style with the tutor Navier had hired.
Celeste wore a white babydoll dress with delicate pearl necklace, giving her a pure, innocent appeal
The only imperfections were her slightly yellowed hair from malnutrition and her than frame,
But it was precisely her thinness that made her resemble the sickly Ophelia even more.
For a moment, Navier was transfixed before instinctively correcting “Ophelia preferred white dresses, hair with soft curls, and always wore Chapel No. 5 perfame.”
Celeste nodded obediently, her voice gentle.
I learnt perfectly, Navier.”
She didn’t want to be sold off to that disgusting old man, and she desperately wanted to escape her parasitic parents.
Navier hud shown her a picture of Lysander–tall, sharp, devastatingly handiene–a man completely out of reach in her original wi
She would do whatever it took to stand bende him.
Mavier looked at her with mixed emotions and stroked the girl’shair.
“You’ve already captured her essence. Soon, I’ll personally deliver you to his side.
