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Mark’s mother dismissed my departure.
“Sarah Miller is so considerate! She knows
she can’t have children, so she stepped aside.
Don’t be upset, sign the papers, and marry
Sarah! It’s a great day for a wedding!”
Sarah looked demurely pleased. Everyone was
celebrating oblivious to Mark’s grim face
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“Who said I’m marrying her? I, Mark Miller,
will only ever have one wife, and that’s Sarah
Miller!”
He tore up the papers, tossing them in the
air. “I won’t sign this!”
He raced home. The house was eerily normal.
He realized Sarah had prepared for her
departure.
Her clothes were gone from the closet, her
toiletries from the vanity. The only trace left
was a lone jewelry box containing the
diamond ring he’d designed.
The wedding photo was slashed down the
middle; his half remained, but Sarah’s was
shredded.
“Sir, Mrs. Miller called. Are you still attending
the gala tonight?” the new maid asked.
Mark perked up. “Mrs. Miller? Sarah’s back?”
He rushed out, leaving his slippers behind.
The house was empty.
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“Where is she? You said she was back!”
The maid stammered, “It… it was Sarah…
Ms. Williams who called.”
Mark smashed a vase, silencing the maids.
His eyes were red, veins bulging.
“Who told you to call her ‘Mrs.‘? Have you all
lost your minds? The only woman in this
house is a Miller!”
Meanwhile, I’d resumed my qipao craft,
teaching online. To avoid Mark, I only showed
half my face.
One day, I was so engrossed in my work that I
didn’t notice the camera angle shifting. My
accidental full appearance was dubbed “folk
goddess” by viewers; my live stream
exploded.
“Goddess, what are you teaching today?”
Are you married? There’s something on your
ring finger.”
“Goddess. you look tired. Are you okay?”
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1000, yoU IDUK LIIGU. At you unay:
The comments flooded in. Mark had called
last night after I went viral. His parents
threatened suicide, pressuring him to sign.
The divorce wouldn’t be final for a while. I
hadn’t slept a wink.
“Ring? Nope.” I showed my hand. “These are
calluses from sewing.”
I continued the lesson, when a huge donation
came in a seven–figure sum!
“Stargazer‘ just donated two million in five
minutes! Is he your admirer?”
I stared at the ID, “Stargazer.” It was Mark’s
nickname for me.
“Contact info!”
“Thank the donor, Goddess! Capitalize!”
I tried to stay calm, then my assistant, Anna,
gasped.
“Ms. Miller, ‘Stargazer‘ just messaged. He
wants to commission one hundred hand-
anting ton
