My Extraordinary Wife

Mary and Penelope had grown accustomed to the lifestyle of socialites, yet Ashlyn’s appearance had ruined their fairytale lives in an instant.

That b*tch is an absolute jinx! She carries bad luck everywhere she goes!

Just then, Ryan arrived at the dark room and looked at the elderly woman guarding the door. “Open it!”

The woman hesitated briefly before following his orders.

Light suddenly illuminated the dark room, and Mary instinctively flinched and shielded her eyes from the glare.

“Have you come to get us, Ryan?” Upon recognizing Ryan, Mary hurriedly stood up and supported Penelope to her feet. She added, “Penelope’s sick. She’s running a fever. Take us away from this place.”

“I’m here to ask you something,” Ryan asked while looking down at Mary. His cold expression lacked any hint of brotherly affection.

Stunned, Mary asked, “About what?”

all the time. You even made

don’t remember many things from our past. I

can remember them, why can’t you?” Frostily, Ryan continued, “I even remember you have a birthmark over your left waist. Can I look

between us. How can I bare such

suddenly and accosting me with so many questions? Is he suspecting something? But that’s impossible. I didn’t give anything away. When did he

were very close. I’m just asking to see your birthmark. I’m not going

on this? A birthmark can hardly represent our entire relationship, can it? It has always been there. How can it suddenly disappear? Why don’t you head back first? I-I’ve been here for so long, and I’m absolutely filthy. After Mom lets Penelope and me out, I’ll take a shower and show

if Ryan insisted she had one, by

Mary was already contemplating methods to create

to buy herself as much time as she could to

words and dropped the topic.

left the dark room, and the

Penelope and me? What was all that talk about

Ryan headed for his

gaze was so cold it

birthmark at all! I was just testing Mary, and she actually claimed to