That night at the gala, he walked in under the crystal chandeliers with Olivia on his arm, like the opening scene of a perfectly staged play. Her golden gown swept the floor, her smile elegant and radiant—she was the most dazzling companion in the room. And he? The golden boy whispered about by everyone: the young, successful CEO in a sharp suit, eyes lingering just a second too long in the crowd, as if waiting for someone. I knew who he was waiting for. I stood in the corner, champagne in hand, watching him brush a kiss against Olivia’s cheek and whisper, “Stop pretending. We’ll release the engagement announcement tomorrow.” But his thumb was unconsciously rubbing the ring on his left pinky—the one I’d given him for his birthday, the one I hadn’t asked back when we broke up. Suddenly, live comments flashed across my vision: [Ex still wearing the old ring? This drama’s impossible to wrap up.] [LOL, fiancée is fake, but the ex is real love.] [Olivia, run! You’re just bait to lure his ex back!] Before I could swallow my sip of wine, the ballroom doors swung open again. Emily the lawyer strode in on high heels, slamming a folder down beside the champagne tower. “Lin Sihan, you’re accused of embezzling foundation funds to cover your ex-girlfriend’s overseas medical expenses for three years. The money came from you. The medical records are signed by you. Even the surgery consent form—‘spouse’ is written in your name.” Silence swallowed the room. His face paled. My fingers trembled, nearly dropping the glass. All this time… I hadn’t been alone through chemotherapy. The mirrored walls reflected every expression—Olivia laughed, bitterly; Carlton lit a cigarette, coolly saying, “Mr. Lin, did you sign the equity transfer papers? Don’t lose your company after losing love.” And me? I finally stepped forward. He looked at me, eyes swirling with emotions I couldn’t decipher. “You’re here.” “I didn’t come back because you waited,” I said, removing my medical wristband and placing it gently on the table. “I’m alive. And I no longer need your pity-love.” Then, my phone buzzed. The热搜 exploded: #CEO of Lin Corp Betrays Fiancée for Love# Top comment: [Three years ago, she was terminal. He spent everything to save her in secret. Now she's back healed—and he’s marrying someone else.] [Is the current girlfriend furious? I’m sobbing.] But no one knew the real bomb had only just detonated. I leaned close to his ear, voice soft as silk. “You thought you hid it so well? But… I was never sick.” “Those three years? I was gathering proof that your father killed my entire family.” “And now, I’ve returned—under your fiancée’s name.” His pupils contracted sharply. I smiled, turned, and let my dress sweep across the shattered truth scattered on the floor. This play? From the very beginning—it was my script. Olivia, a star lawyer, is crushed by medical bills and a failing body. One reckless night with a stranger changes everything—he’s the secret heir of the Carrington empire. Dragged into scandals and conspiracies, they must fight through betrayal and legacy feuds. But will truth set them free, or tear them apart?