He Chose Lies, I Chose Leaving

Amara Willis stepped forward and kicked me as I lay on the asphalt road. "Stop playing dead! If you don't apologize and compensate me with a million dollars today, I won't let go of you easily."

I raised my head and glared at the necklace around her neck.

Amara noticed my gaze and laughed smugly. She touched the sapphire necklace and said arrogantly, "You bumpkin. The necklace symbolizes Mrs. Blakely. My husband gave it to me a few days ago. We're getting engaged soon. You, a mere hillbilly, should consider it a blessing to even lay eyes on it. You'll probably never have the chance to see it again in your lifetime."

I glanced at Amara. Myles Blakely, Nixon's grandfather, had given me the necklace around Amara's neck personally.

She was even wearing my diamond ring and the haute couture dress Fu Chen Blakely gifted me on our first anniversary.

I couldn't believe that Nixon had a mistress behind my back after I was away for only ten months from home.

And the mistress was bullying the daughter of the Blakely family.

If it weren't for worrying about Vivian Blakely's health, I wouldn't have bothered arguing with Amara there.

"If you stare at me like that, I'll make you regret it."

The sudden traffic accident happened on the main road, so a massive traffic jam quickly formed.

The drivers behind us began to complain.

"Apologize as soon as possible! What are you dawdling for? You bumped into her car. Isn't it normal for you to apologize?"

"A luxury car with a prestigious plate got hit. These two young women are going to be cleaned out if they have to compensate."

"..."

Listening to the insults from the surrounding drivers, Amara became even more smug.

"You, bow down and apologize to my car." She lifted her chin and looked down like a queen at ants. "And the little wretch inside the car must bow down too."

A bodyguard rushed over, pulled open the back door, and dragged Vivian to the ground. Her high fever made her tremble all over, and she instinctively crawled towards me.

I lunged forward, but the bodyguard pinned me against the car. My nails dug into my palm.

"Stop it!" I glared fiercely. "She's Nixon's sister!"

"Oh, she's Nixon's sister? Are you daydreaming of money? If she's Nixon's sister, then who are you?"

"I'm his wife."

Amara laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. "You're Nixon's wife? Then who am I?"

She slapped me across the face and left a mark on my face instantly.

"I suggest you let us go quickly, or you won't be able to handle the consequences!" I said.

Upon hearing this, Amara laughed even louder. Amara sneered, "Oh, I'm really scared now. How about giving you a chance to prove

that you're Mrs. Blakely and that little wretch is the daughter of the Blakely family."

I suppressed my anger and dialed Nixon's number.

I heard from my phone loud music blared, accompanied by a woman's coquettish voice, "Hey, Nixon, honey, ease up on the drinks."

"Who is that?" Nixon sounded drunk.

"It's Sophia..."

"Scam call? You even mimic pretty well." He sneered, "How dare you target the Blakely family?"

My throat tightened. I was about to say more, but he hung up abruptly.

Amara kicked away my fallen phone and crushed the screen with her high heel. "Go on. Why don't you keep pretending?"

Suddenly, I remembered the emergency signal inside the watch Myles had given me.

I discreetly pressed it thrice with my thumb, and the watch flashed red. The signal would definitely reach Myles.

"Then you will apologize to us," I thought.