I Refused To Be Picked For Marriage

With a clank, the expensive earrings were smashed onto the marble floor and cracked a little.

“Don’t bother. Keep them for yourself.”

I sneered and turned to leave. But I heard a plop. I did not expect Clara to jump into the pool.

She struggled in the water. Her slim-fit white dress had turned almost transparent. Her long black hair spread in the water. She looked weak and helpless.

She begged me miserably. “Jane, I was wrong. Just let me off!”

Then, a familiar voice rebuked me from behind.

“Clara has always been weak. How could you push her into the pool in such cold weather?!”

I turned around.

Silas’ gaze was cold. His loud voice came with suppressed anger.

[Silas came to say sorry to Jane. But it’s not going to happen now.]

[He purposely bought the most expensive item to give Jane.]

[He didn’t talk about it, but he still cares about her.]

[But there’s going to be a misunderstanding between them now.]

[So, is he still going to try winning her back now?! I’m looking forward to it!]

The comments grew suspicious when the onlookers saw how angry Silas was.

[Couldn’t Silas see through such bad acting skills?]

[Is it acting? Or is he trying to beat her at her own game? We wouldn’t know.]

In a few seconds, these words disappeared in the endless comments.

[As long as Jane makes things clear to the male lead, the male lead will take her side!]

[Yeah! As long as she says it, Silas will believe her!]

[Why didn’t they talk it out? I’m driven mad!]

They wanted me to explain myself. How naive!

In my previous life, Clara had jumped off the building during my wedding.

Silas was certain that I had purposely provoked Clara.

After Clara died, they discovered her diary in her room. It was full of memories of how our mother abused her and was biased toward me. On top of that, she wrote about how I had bullied her. She was always walking on thin ice at home.

But anyone could tell that the diary was new based on its papers and the color of the ink…

However, Silas would not believe me, no matter how I explained myself. I even showed him the result of the cops’ investigation. He was still adamant that I had caused Clara’s death.

He got quite drunk on the day of the first anniversary of Clara’s funeral.

He stabbed my chest, cruelly twisting the sharp blade to torment me.

I knew that explaining myself would be meaningless.

Silas jumped into the pool without any hesitation and rescued Clara.

A waiter nearby hurriedly handed warm water and a towel to him.

Although Silas was an impatient man, he meticulously wiped Clara dry.

His gentle gaze and careful actions made him a different man from when he was with me.

Clara looked at me. She bit her pale lips, and her fair skin was stained with tears.

“I bought the thing she liked today. Normally, she resents me. It’s fine, Silas. She knew that this pool was shallow and wouldn’t hurt me. She probably just wanted to punish me.”

Those few words were enough to send Silas into a fury.

“The pool was almost frozen. Are you calling it a mere punishment?! If I came any later, you might have drowned!”

Silas slowly turned toward me. Great anger burned in his eyes.

Clara yanked his sleeves and looked worried. “But there are no grudges between us. Why would she want to kill me?”

Silas threw me a contemptuous sidelong glance.