Blurb：
The first time Felix Zimmerman saw Yvonne Lawrence, she was a fallen gardenia in the rain—beautiful, fragile, yet fierce. When thugs attacked, she smashed a bottle to save him, her eyes sharper than broken glass. The Lawrence Group heiress chose a damp basement over her fortune, vowing to protect Felix Zimmerman forever.Yvonne Lawrence transformed from a delicate flower into a resilient survivor, working tirelessly alongside Felix Zimmerman. Her climb from clerk to top investment firm executive was fueled by love. They moved from poverty to a spacious apartment, believing their happiness was complete.
But on their anniversary, a stranger’s call shattered everything. A medical report revealed Yvonne Lawrence’s secret: a hidden childbirth five years ago, when she claimed to be tracking Felix Zimmerman’s attacker. The necklace he bought felt heavy as rain poured down, mirroring the day they met—now drenching a heart broken by betrayal.
Content：
The first time I saw Yvonne Lawrence was at the auto repair shop at the alley entrance.That day, the rain was pouring down in torrents, and she stood in the rain wearing a white dress, like a fallen gardenia.
A few thugs snatched her bag. I grabbed a wrench and rushed over, but they pinned me down and beat me.
Just as an iron rod was about to hit my head, Yvonne suddenly grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it hard on the ringleader's head.
Glass shards sprayed all over her, but she stood firmly in front of me, her eyes sharper than the broken glass.
Later, I learned she was the heiress of the Lawrence Group.
Because she injured someone, the patriarch of the Lawrence Family flew into a rage and drove her out, cutting off all financial support.
When she dragged her suitcase to me, I was living in the basement, the damp walls thick with mildew.
"From now on, I'll stay with you," she said with a smile, setting the suitcase in the corner, "I'll protect you."
That night, she lay down on the old mattress opposite me, moonlight streaming through the small window and falling softly on her face.
"Felix Zimmerman," she whispered, "I'll protect you for life."
I clenched my worn-out work pants, my heart aching and burning at the same time.
From that day on, we crammed ourselves into a ten-square-meter basement.
I worked at the auto repair shop during the day and ran a stall at the night market in the evenings.
Yvonne Lawrence got a clerk job and came to help me pack up at the night market every day after work.
She couldn't even twist open a bottle cap before, but now she could carry dozens of pounds of goods up and down the stairs.
Once, when I had a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, I vaguely sensed her pressing a damp towel to my forehead, staying up all night without sleeping.
The next day, I woke up to see her leaning over the bedside, her eyes bloodshot.
"Don't push yourself so hard anymore," she said, touching my forehead, her voice choked with tears, "I'll work hard to make money, so you can live a good life."
She followed through on her promise.
Three years later, thanks to her outstanding ability, she joined one of the top investment firms in the industry.
Two years later, she became the company's youngest senior executive, bought a spacious apartment, and got me out of the basement.
On moving day, she held me and cried, "Felix Zimmerman, we've finally made it."
I held her tightly, my heart filled with gratitude.
I thought we would be happy like this forever.
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