You were afraid that I would know about your past with Xue Ze, who has been blackmailing you for the past two years.

You didn't want me to sign with a talent agency, you wanted to take me abroad to a place where same-sex marriage is accepted.

I told you, having gone through a terrible marriage, I was afraid of being hurt again by marriage and emotions, so I rejected you.

You got angry.

That day we had a big argument, swearing not to contact each other again.

But I knew, you were secretly following my social media accounts.

Actually, that day when I received flowers and a hotel room key, I really thought it was you asking to meet.

When I entered the room, I suddenly heard a man coughing in the bathroom.

I immediately realized I was being set up. Only Xue Ze could know about our relationship, what type of lilies I liked.

I pretended not to notice, still setting up the room like we used to, wearing black stockings, arranging the doll with a hidden camera, wearing lingerie, and opening the bathroom door.

What followed was like a domino effect, one falling led to all falling.

Xue Ze said he had a video of me killing Zhao Peng, threatening us.

But I knew, he had no evidence.

If he really had the video, he would have seen that I also placed cameras, then he would understand that we knew he was the real murderer of Zhao Peng.

I was taken in for questioning by the police, and you hurried to rescue me.

I pretended to have just found out about your relationship with Xue Ze, questioning you, arguing with you.

I even pretended to love you very much, not wanting you to be blackmailed by Xue Ze. So when I saw you downstairs with food on the balcony, I timed it, cut my wrist to fake suicide.

I knew you would be furious seeing me forced into this situation by Xue Ze.

And that idiot Xue Ze indeed called with the blackmail video. I cooperated, fearing for my life.

I deliberately mentioned the child and father, the child would make you remember the affair you had with Xue Ze, causing me to call Xue Ze but couldn't get through, delaying the signing time, both the child and uterus at risk, making you feel guilty; mentioning the father would trigger your desire to protect me.

As expected, you harbored murderous intent.

Well, you, a reckless rich girl, lawless, doing whatever you want, what wouldn't you dare?

I was critically injured again, you were enraged, taking care of the aftermath for me.

Even if you made a mistake, planning a murder would be enough to get you in trouble.

Your dad is so rich, he would hire the best lawyer for you, you might save your life, but you'd spend a lifetime in prison.

But I didn't expect, you would be killed.