A vengeful millionaire weds a humble, plain gardener to spite his former lover, only to uncover a shocking truth on their wedding night…

Sarah noticed the absence of a sender. Upon opening it, she found a plain sheet of paper with a message that made her stomach churn. You will never be one of us.

Stop pretending before it’s too late! The words, written in an elegant but ruthless script, echoed in her mind. She took a deep breath, trying to contain her fear and indignation. The last thing she wanted was for Thomas to find out.

He would see it as a sign of weakness or, worse, use it against her. Sarah tucked the note away in a drawer in her bedroom, determined to ignore the provocation. However, it wouldn’t be the last message.

In the days that followed, more envelopes arrived, each crueler than the last. The messages insinuated that she was an imposter, a fraud, someone who would never be worthy of the Brown name. Despite the growing discomfort, Sarah maintained her composure.

She knew that Thomas’ world was full of power plays, and showing vulnerability would be dangerous. While Sarah dealt with the messages, Rebecca made a point of being a constant presence. She appeared at the same events as Thomas and Sarah, always with subtle remarks aimed at Sarah.

One afternoon, Rebecca showed up unannounced at Thomas’ office, claiming to have urgent matters to discuss about an old business partnership. Thomas, we need to talk, Rebecca began, crossing her legs as she settled into the chair across from him. Make it quick, Rebecca.

I’m busy, he replied, without looking up from the papers on his desk. Rebecca smiled, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. You know that’s not true.

You’re busy trying to convince everyone, and yourself, that you’re happy with that… woman. Thomas looked up, his gaze cold. What do you want? I’m just concerned about you, she said, feigning innocence.

Everyone knows Sarah doesn’t belong in this world. She’s going to drag you down, Thomas. There’s still time to fix this.

Fix what? he retorted, crossing his arms. Do you think you can just erase what you did and come back as if nothing happened? Rebecca leaned forward, her gaze seductive. You know you still think about me.

This marriage is a lie, and you know it. You’re wrong, he replied firmly. And now, if you have nothing else to say, I suggest you leave.

Rebecca left, frustrated but not defeated. Thomas knew she would try again. One night, while Sarah was asleep, Thomas entered her room to retrieve a document he had accidentally left there.

Opening a drawer, he found the anonymous envelopes. He read the messages and felt something he hadn’t expected. Anger.

Thomas descended the stairs to his office, holding the notes as he reflected. He recognized the cruelty in those words because, deep down, he knew it was something he himself might have used against an enemy. But Sarah was not his enemy.

The next morning, over breakfast, Thomas broke the silence. Why didn’t you tell me about this? he asked, placing the notes on the table. Sarah froze, her face flushing with both shame and indignation.

Because it’s none of your business, she replied, reaching for the papers. He caught her hand, stopping her. It is my business.

You’re my wife, Sarah. This affects me too. It’s not a real marriage, remember? she shot back, her voice heavy with emotion.

Why would you care? Thomas hesitated. He didn’t have a simple answer. He didn’t know why he cared.

But the thought of someone attacking Sarah left him unsettled. I’m not going to let anyone treat you like this, he said finally, no matter what you think about us. She looked at him, surprised by the intensity in his voice.

For the first time, Sarah felt that perhaps Thomas was beginning to see her as more than just a piece on the chessboard. A few days later, at another social event, tensions came to a head. Rebecca, as usual, seized the opportunity to take jabs at Sarah, making comments about her background in front of other guests.

It’s admirable how well you’ve adapted to this world, Sarah, Rebecca said with a sweet smile. I, personally, would find it intimidating. Before Sarah could respond, Thomas stepped in.

He put his arm around Sarah and fixed Rebecca with an icy stare. You’re right, Rebecca. It is intimidating.

But Sarah is stronger than anyone here. Stronger than you ever were. The room fell silent.

No one had expected Thomas, known for his cold demeanor, to defend Sarah so publicly and directly. Rebecca was speechless, her confidence shaken by Thomas’s firm words. Sarah, on the other hand, felt a mix of relief and confusion.

While she knew Thomas was still a calculating man, this moment felt different. He wasn’t just protecting his image, he was defending her. That night, as they returned home, Sarah thanked Thomas.

You didn’t have to do that. Yes, I did, he replied, looking her in the eyes. I won’t allow anyone to disrespect you.

She felt the warmth in his words, but she wasn’t sure if she could fully trust him. Even so, something was changing. Both of them knew it, but neither was ready to admit it.

The game Thomas had started was beginning to slip out of his control, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face the consequences. Sarah was sitting on the small sofa in the bedroom she occupied in the mansion, staring at the result of the pregnancy test in her hands. The two pink lines seemed to scream at her…