With that, Yun Xinyue hung up. Yun An'an stared at her phone, her lips pressed into a thin line. Half an hour later, in the VIP ward of First Hospital. Yun An'an placed a gift on the bedside table and looked up at her sister, Yun Xinyue, who was propped up against the pillows. Her face, though gentle, was pale. Dressed in a standard patient gown, she had a frail, delicate air about her, the kind that made you want to protect her. “So, Sister,” Yun Xinyue began, her voice soft but dripping with sarcasm as she sized up Yun An'an's attire. "Stealing my man, taking my place as Mrs. Huo... it seems life is treating you well.” Though understated, her clothes and jewelry were clearly custom-made from top designers, worth a small fortune. All of it should have been hers. Yun An'an sat down, feeling as if she’d misheard. Her gaze faltered, stung by the accusation. “Don’t you know exactly why I married into the Huo family?!” It was only after marrying him that she learned the man she had adored since childhood was in love with her own sister. How ironic. “Hah,” Yun Xinyue let out a soft, innocent laugh, her beautiful eyes glinting with mockery. “Then you should be thanking me, Sister. If it weren't for the rumors that Sihan was critically injured in that car crash and on death's door, do you really think someone like you would have ever had a chance?” The Huos were one of the most prominent aristocratic families in the capital, a century-old dynasty tracing its roots back to the Qing era. Under Huo Sihan's management, the Huo Corporation's interests had spread across the country and even the world, and it was now making inroads into the pharmaceutical industry with a future that seemed limitless. If not for the rumors that Huo Sihan was dying—rumors that had nearly caused the Huo family to carve up the corporation for themselves—how could Yun Xinyue ever have let another woman have him? Yun An'an's brow furrowed, and then her eyes widened in sudden, horrifying realization. “You didn't run away from the wedding to find ‘true love’?” “Only a fool like you would believe that,” Yun Xinyue said, lifting her chin. “Given my prospects, was I supposed to just stick around and wait to become a widow?” She liked Huo Sihan, yes, but she had no intention of throwing her life away at such a young age. “So, you came back so suddenly because you knew Huo Sihan was fine!” Yun An'an was trembling with rage, fighting to contain the fury rising in her chest. “Yun Xinyue, aren't you afraid I'll expose you?!” Yun Xinyue remained unfazed, her smile utterly guileless. “Sister, who do you think would believe you? A heart patient like me—would I really risk my life to run away from my own wedding and flee the country?” “Besides,” she added, “do you really think I planned all this on my own?” As Yun An'an watched those red lips open and close, a suffocating anger surged within her. Her vision blurred, and she could taste the coppery tang of blood at the back of her throat. Yun Xinyue had a heart condition; she had been frail since childhood. She would never gamble with her own life, and their parents would never have allowed it. Moreover, Yun Xinyue was the future heir to Yun Pharmaceuticals; her talent in Western medicine had always been a source of immense pride for their parents. Unless… Seeing the color drain from Yun An'an's face, Yun Xinyue's smile grew even sweeter. “When Mom and Dad suggested you take my place and wait to be my widow, I was truly grateful, Sister. But I'm back now. If you know what's good for you, you'll file for divorce yourself. Otherwise, don't blame us for making things ugly.” She’d spent the last six months hiding abroad, terrified the Huo family would find her, while this worthless creature usurped the wealth and the man that should have been hers. Now that she was back, she would make her pay for it ten times over. Yun An'an took a deep breath, forcing down the stinging in her eyes. A cold smile touched her lips. “Yun Xinyue, do you really think I'll let you people control me anymore?” “Oh, really?” Yun Xinyue’s expression flickered before twisting into a sneer. Suddenly, she snatched the fruit knife from the table and dragged it viciously across her own arm. The knife clattered to the floor. Before Yun An'an could even process what had happened, strong hands seized her shoulders and yanked her backward. Caught off guard, Yun An'an slammed back, the small of her back crashing into the sharp corner of the table. A bolt of searing pain shot through her, her face paling. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.