< "Summer, I'm on my way home. Can't wait to spend our fifth anniversary with my darling. Love you." I suddenly laughed, tears streaming down my face. My chest felt like it had been ripped open, exposed to a chilling emptiness. He had just celebrated a three-year anniversary with another woman, and now he was talking about our fifth? But there was no fifth anniversary; we had been divorced for three whole years! As for love, if Julian Blackwood's so-called love meant clipping my wings and imprisoning me for life. Then I didn't want that kind of love ever again. Julian Blackwood said I would never find out? No, *he* would lose *me* forever. I clutched the Paris Design Competition registration form in my hand, then turned and did two important things. First, I applied to cancel all my identity information in the country. Second, I resubmitted my design competition application under a new identity. After Serena Vance severed my right hand, she threw it to wild dogs, making it impossible to reattach. Julian was furious with grief, spending billions to create a near-perfect prosthetic hand for me. My daily life was unaffected, but I could no longer do precise work, like the designing I loved. My dream shattered, I attempted suicide three times, and cried countless tears until the morning light. Finally, I gritted my teeth and decided to start over with my left hand. The road was incredibly tough. For over a thousand days and nights, my left hand was covered in calluses. I finally made it to the Paris Design Competition. I had kept it a secret from Julian, wanting to surprise him, to show him that the woman he loved had never surrendered to fate. Now, I was only grateful, 12:36 pm P DI < If I had told him sooner, I probably wouldn't have kept my left hand either. I looked down at the text message. "Your cancellation application has been submitted and will be processed within ten business days." In ten days, I would leave for Paris for the competition and never return. No matter how controlling Julian Blackwood was, he wouldn't be able to find someone whose identity had been erased. As evening approached, I returned to the mansion. The air was thick with tension, and the house was in utter chaos. Julian Blackwood was tying up all the staff, coldly interrogating them about my whereabouts. The moment he saw me, the staff looked as if they'd been granted a reprieve from execution. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!