She had saved his life when he was drunk and nearly hit by an out-of-control vehicle. She had thrown herself forward, pushing him out of harm’s way, only to have her own calf dislocated in the process. She had spent a month in the hospital recovering.
When Jared once mentioned wanting to see the sunrise at Golden Mountain, she had climbed a snow-covered peak with a high fever just to capture the perfect, breathtaking footage for him. He had scolded her for an hour afterward.
But after that, he had started treating her better. He had even stopped calling her Karin so frequently.
For a moment, she had believed that even if he didn’t love her, at the very least, he saw her as a person.
Now she knew better.
To Jared, the world was divided into two categories—Karin, and everyone else.
Fortunately, she didn’t love him. It had all been an act.
She skillfully logged into the account with the ID "Wait for him to wake up" and habitually posted some complaints. This account used to record her love with Art, but later it became a place to scold Jared.
Her only dream was to marry Art and live a peaceful, happy life.
Thinking of him, she took out her recorder and started speaking to Art.
This was a habit of hers—whenever Jared wronged her, she recorded her thoughts, as if confiding in Art.
A deep male voice suddenly interrupted her. "Leaving? Reunion? What are you talking about?"
Carrie quickly turned off the recorder and looked at Jared. "Nothing. Just watching a video."
Her face was still covered in ointment, and the sight startled him for a moment.
But then, as if remembering why she was in this state, his expression hardened.
"This is what happens when you hurt Karin—it’s your own fault."
His voice was sharp. "Do you finally understand your mistake? Can’t you tolerate Karin?"
"I let you stay, so you should be grateful. A stand-in should know her place. Do you understand?"
Carrie let out a cold laugh. "I don’t understand. All I know is that you’re still my fiancé, and we’re about to get engaged. Yet here you are, fooling around with your secretary."
Whatever flicker of hesitation had been in Jared’s eyes vanished instantly.
"You?" he scoffed. "You’re not even worthy of carrying Karin’s shoes."
He turned sharply, knocking into a vase on the table. It wobbled, then toppled over.
Carrie instinctively stepped back, but before it could hit the ground, Jared reached out and caught it.