Blurb：
Scarlett was a brilliant financial strategist until her husband Julian's cruel betrayal shattered her life. After his ex-girlfriend Candace's illegal trading caused massive losses, Scarlett's clients brutally mangled her hands. But the real horror came at the hospital when Julian whispered to the doctor: "Just save her life. Her hands would be better off useless."Discover how Scarlett uncovers Julian's cold calculation - he wants her permanently out of the trading market so Candace can become Chief Analyst. Witness Scarlett's transformation from betrayed wife to powerful force as she navigates a world of financial intrigue, revenge, and redemption. This gripping tale of betrayal in high finance will keep you turning pages as Scarlett proves that even with ruined hands, she's far from powerless against Julian and Candace's schemes.
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My husband's ex-girlfriend, Candace, had illegally operated in financial trades, causing my clients colossal losses.In their fury, they brutally mangled my hands, leaving me permanently disabled.
I was rushed to the hospital. In my last hazy moments of consciousness, I heard Julian, my husband, whisper to the doctor:
"Just save her life. As for her hands... they'd be better off useless."
The doctor, confused, replied:
"But Ms. Scarlett's hands can still be saved!"
Julian's voice was cold, like it had been dipped in ice:
"Only if her hands are ruined will she completely exit the trading market. That way, Candace can finally become Chief Analyst this year."
"Once the storm passes, I'll spend my entire life making it up to her."
"Isn't being Mrs. Julian more valuable than a mere analyst's career?"
The anesthetic flowed into my veins, and my world plunged into darkness.
So, all his tenderness and consideration these past years were just to pave the way for his first love.
It's just a Chief Analyst position. Candace wants it? She can have it.
Julian? He can have her too.
All of it. I want none of it.
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After my wounds were stitched, Julian and his assistant didn't leave.
His assistant whispered, "Mr. Julian, Scarlett's hands are ruined.
She can't possibly threaten Candace's position anymore.
Do you really need to let those reporters in to take more photos?"
Julian's eyes were chillingly cold: "Of course I know that, but I won't gamble with Candace's future. Only by completely destroying her reputation can I truly be at peace!"
"Once she's Mrs. Julian, I'll naturally make sure these scandals disappear."
The hospital room door swung open, and several reporters with cameras surged in.
I curled up on the bed in terror.
The blinding flashbulbs, the acrid smoke, the cloying perfume—it all merged into a suffocating assault.
Even the sterile cold of the VIP room made me want to gag.
"She seems to be waking up? Should we give her another sedative?"
Ben, the assistant, hesitated: "The dosage is already beyond the limit. Another injection could be life-threatening."
Julian commanded coldly: "Do it! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"
"But..."
Ben still hesitated, but Julian snatched the syringe and, without a moment's pause, pushed the liquid into my vein.
I forced my eyes open, seeing the cold indifference in his gaze, utterly devoid of warmth.
Tears silently streamed down, and I plunged into darkness once more.
When I next awoke, it was two days later.
Julian stood outside the room, on the phone, his voice clearly audible –
"Pay more. Make those photos go viral, keep the buzz alive until Candace secures that Chief Analyst position."
For Candace, he was truly sparing no effort.
The Julian before me was a stranger, terrifying. I didn't dare open my eyes, pretending to still be asleep.
My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain almost suffocating me.
I had loved him without reservation, yet he had personally pushed me into this abyss.
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