Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

Simon felt his entire world turn cold.

Maybe deep down, he had hoped that if he played the sentimental card, Janice would remember their past and soften toward him. But not being able to have kids... That was an ironclad dealbreaker.

By the time Simon returned to his family's home in Yewford Town, the entire neighborhood had already heard the news. Everyone knew that Simon couldn't have children. The families who had once secretly hoped to cozy up to him quickly abandoned the idea.

"Oh, you're being ridiculous. Simon's already bankrupt. I heard he was messing around with that Burnett girl. And wasn't he also tangled up with the Appleton family's daughter? What kind of decent son-in-law would he make? And now, everyone knows he can't have kids. What a disaster."

Helena, overhearing the conversation, stormed into the neighbor's yard. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, well, look who it is. It's Simon's mother. You've still got the nerve to show your face outside?"

"If you have the nerve to gossip behind people's backs, why shouldn't I step outside?" Helena snapped.

"What gossip? Am I lying? Your son's been shamelessly pestering Ms. Smith— sending her flowers, bringing her bread-thinking she'd take him back now that she's successful. What a joke! That bread from Oldman's Oven? It's what construction workers eat just to fill their stomachs. And he dared to give it to her like it was some kind of delicacy?"

The other women cackled. "Absolutely pathetic."

"You... You..." Helena clutched her chest, her face pale with rage.

"Get the hell out of here! Don't you dare drop dead in my yard!" One of the

neighbors grabbed a broom and started shooing Helena away.

Back home, Helena sobbed and wailed while Simon felt like his head was about to explode.

"Simon, we can't stay in Yewford Town anymore. Let's go back to Greenfield City. These nasty, gossiping bitches won't shut up. I can't take it!"

Simon frowned. "We can't. I've got no money right now. And if you go back to Greenfield City, where would you even live? The cost of living keeps going up, and Sarah refuses to work. I can't afford to support her."

"What can she even do here?"

"She can be a cashier or a sales assistant. Everything is on the table. Worst-case scenario, she can work as a waitress. At least she'll earn something to cover her living expenses."

Helena thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.

"Wait, isn't Janice opening a factory here? Just ask her for a favor. She can give Sarah a good job. It's nothing to her."

"You think I don't know what Sarah's been saying about her all over town?" Simon looked at Helena like she had lost her mind.

"She burned that bridge completely, and you still think Janice would help us? Mom, can you stop trying to take advantage of people for once?"

Helena's eyes widened. "And who am I doing this for? Our family! We saved her, so asking for a job in return isn't a big deal!"

"Enough!"

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Meanwhile, Sarah had no plans to go home. She was too busy wandering around the massive mansion she now had all to herself.

"Our sir said you can stay here as long as you like. A car has also been arranged for you. He'll come to speak with you personally when the time comes."

As Santiago looked at Sarah, who was practically glowing with smug satisfaction,

a wave of disgust washed over him.

A woman like this... truly had no class.

It was impossible not to compare her to Shirley, the woman who had once turned down every luxury Onley Group had offered her. Now, that was dignity.

"Alright, thank you," Sarah said sweetly.

The moment Santiago left, she glanced at the three maids assigned to serve her.

She could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel again.

Sarah had no idea who this mysterious rich man was, but she was certain this

was her moment-her chance to rise to the top.

Maybe she was finally going to marry into wealth? That man must have fallen for her beauty!

Grinning to herself, she savored the thought.

Anyone who could afford a mansion in a prime location like Greenfield City had to be powerful.

Janice, oh, Janice... So what if she found herself a rich man?

"Hey, you. What's your employer's last name?" Sarah waved over one of the maids, her posture dripping with arrogance.

The maid already disliked her, so her tone was cold and distant. "We're not at liberty to share personal information about our employer. Apologies."

"What's your problem?" Sarah scoffed, crossing her arms. "I live here now, which makes me part of the household. Are you refusing to listen to me?"

The maid frowned.

Could their employer have such terrible taste? This kind of woman? Seriously?

If that was the case, then wow, what a disappointment.

Seeing the maid's lack of response, Sarah grew irritated.

She lifted her chin and barked out orders, "Tell someone to make me a steak and open a bottle of red wine. And later, arrange for a foot

massage. I've been exhausted

running around all day."

She looked every bit like a nouveau riche who had just stumbled into money.

The maid's eyes were full of disdain. "Yes, ma'am."