Madeline had never imagined her paradise would last only one night before plunging into hell.

The money was gone. Jasper had vanished. Worst of all, after selling her shares and signing the divorce agreements, she was no longer Mrs. Jean. Well, not officially; at least she hadn’t yet gone to the courthouse to finalize the legal procedures.

Heartbroken and betrayed, Madeline felt like a fool. She thought she had found love, but it turned out to be nothing but a scam. At her age, losing both love and fortune left her feeling decades older overnight.

Desperate, Madeline went to the police and reported that her bank card had been stolen, along with ten billion dollars.

At first, the police thought she was a delusional escapee from a psych ward. But once they verified her identity, they opened a case.

However, there were no results. Jasper was clearly a pro. He didn’t appear on any of the hotel’s surveillance footage that day, and his name was fake.

Every piece of information he had given Madeline was false. There was almost no chance of tracking him down. That ten billion dollars was likely gone for good.

Madeline nearly lost her mind. With nowhere else to go, she decided to return to the Jean residence.

After all, the divorce wasn’t official yet. Legally, she was still Jameson’s wife. But if the Jean family found out she had sold her shares, they would never forgive her. Still, with no other options, she swallowed her pride and returned.

Madeline barely crossed the threshold before Janice stormed over and slapped her hard. “How dare you show your face here?”

Janice was livid. News had spread through Jean Group: 15% of the company’s shares had been sold for 10 billion dollars. The transfer was confirmed, but the buyer’s identity remained a mystery, fueling rampant speculation.

Janice fumed. She thought, ‘How could Ruth be this stupid? Dumping all her shares at once? Unless she had decided to cut ties with the Jean family, she wouldn’t have dared do that.’

‘Jameson told me this morning that Ruth sent him a divorce agreement, and he already signed it. Now, only courthouse formalities remain.’

Just as Janice was about to hunt “Ruth” down, she showed up uninvited.

Clutching her stinging cheek, Madeline sobbed, “I was scammed.”

“Idiot! I don’t care who scammed you. You brought this on yourself!” Janice roared. “If you hadn’t been scheming, would you be in this mess?”

A chilling thought struck Janice, ‘This is an obvious trap. Ruth has always been sharp, but now she’s acting like a brainless fool. Same face, but is this even the same person?’

Years of reading novels made Janice wonder if something might have possessed “Ruth.”

Madeline cried, playing the victim, “If Jameson hadn’t cheated on me, would I have run off with another man? He ruined…”

Janice’s anger wavered. The logic was twisted, but she couldn’t entirely refute it.

“Jameson will drag me to finalize the divorce the second he’s back,” Madeline sobbed. “He’ll parade that mistress and bastard son here. You have to stop him!”