Chapter 3
As soon as the wedding ended, we returned to the villa my father had gifted me.
Dominick said it was close to Angie’s school, so he suggested she move in with us.
The moment we opened the front door, Angie’s mouth dropped open in surprise, and she immediately started snapping pictures with her phone.
“Dominick, this is perfect! This is going to be our home from now on,” she exclaimed.
“Our home?” I thought. “Don’t get too excited just yet.”
I sent a message to my lawyer, Pearson Diaz, asking him to draft a prenuptial agreement.
My father’s wedding gifts to me included three tech companies, a Porsche, and this sprawling villa.
The jewelry left by my mother after her passing was also in my custody.
In my last life, I trusted Dominick and didn’t bother dividing up
the assets.
After I died, the three tech companies rode the wave of the AI boom, and their stock prices soared.
Meanwhile, his sister flaunted my luxury car and my mother’s jewelry all around town.
My body was cremated hastily on an island.
Dominick and his sister put on a show of grief, saying they felt guilty for not taking better care of me.
The tour guide and local police assumed it was an accident. After all, diving came with its risks.
As I struggled for breath, I also thought there was a problem with my equipment.
Angie always acted like she needed looking after, playing the role of a clumsy girl, and I believed she wasn’t truly malicious.
It wasn’t until she pulled out my oxygen tube and pushed me deeper into the sea that I realized just how deep her malice ran. But by then, it was too late.
I reviewed the draft of the prenuptial agreement Pearson sent me and made several adjustments.
I wasn’t going to let Angie get away with a single penny.
After his shower, Dominick came over, wrapped in a towel, and tried to embrace me.
He kissed me as a matter of routine.
Suddenly, a scream came from the next room, and Dominick immediately pulled away from me, rushing toward Angie’s
room.
Angie stood there in a nightdress that barely covered her thighs, her hair still wet.
“Dominick, the water from the heater here is scalding hot,” she whimpered, extending her hand where.the blisters from the morning were starting to turn red.
“Can you help me adjust it, please?”
Dominick attended to her, applying ointment and adjusting the water heater in the bathroom.
By the time he returned, I was already asleep.
That night, we slept back–to–back without any physical contact.
The next morning, despite there being a housekeeper, Angie insisted on making breakfast herself.
She served a plate of charred eggs and a few chopped–up pieces of toast.
She placed the food in front of Dominick and me as if she were showing off her culinary skills.
Dominick didn’t mind at all. He finished his portion and even praised her.
“Angie, you finally know how to make breakfast. Well done.”
I pushed the plate of burnt food aside and asked the housekeeper to make another.
“Dominick, sign this, and then we’ll go register our marriage.”
I slapped the printed prenuptial agreement on the table.
Angie grabbed the document first, reading it word by word.
“Prenuptial agreement,” she sounded out slowly.
“What do you mean by this? Do you think Dominick is after your money?”
She put on a righteous act, defending Dominick, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic at having her lie exposed.
“That’s not it. The company’s finances are tight lately. I’m just worried about dragging Dominick into debt, so it’s better to separate things in advance.”
Currently, the market didn’t have high expectations for those three companies, and the financial reports were a mess.
Dominick skimmed through the document and said it was fine. He claimed he was willing to share everything with me.
“Then at least put up five million dollars, just in case,” I said, tapping my fingers on the table, closely observing his and Angie’s reactions.
Dominick frowned, lost in thought, seemingly trying to figure something out.
Angie whispered a few words in his ear.
Shortly after, Dominick picked up the pen and signed.
After we got married, Dominick went to work, and I headed to
mpany as usual.
my
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the afternoon, my secretary, Zoya Flores, slipped into my office, holding her phone.
“Mrs. Hampton, isn’t this influencer’s dress the same as your wedding gown?”
I took the phone and saw an influencer named SunshineAngie posting nine selfies.
In the pictures, she was wearing my wedding dress. The background was the hotel where I’d held my wedding.
The photos had so many filters I almost didn’t recognize Angie.
As I was looking, I noticed she’d posted a new update.
The caption read: [My diamonds are shining bright!] accompanied by a selfie of her wearing a pink diamond necklace.
Her followers were commenting in awe: [That pink diamond used to belong to a princess, right? It’s worth at least tens of millions of dollars.]
[Who would’ve thought Angie is actually loaded!]
[Look at the bottom left corner of the picture. Isn’t that a painting by that famous artist?”
[Oh my, it really is. How much would that have cost?”
[She’s so humble; who would’ve known she’s got such wealth?]
That pink diamond necklace was my mother’s, carefully stored in the jewelry room.
I thought to myself, “Angie really isn’t holding back, is she?”
