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?”

time. You even made a flower crown for me out of the plants there.

our past. I went missing when I was so young, you

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

may be siblings, but there should definitely be some propriety between us. How can I bare such a spot for you?” At the same time, Mary stared at Ryan in

that’s impossible. I didn’t give anything away. When

together and were very close. I’m just asking

are we fixating on this? A birthmark can hardly represent our entire relationship, can it? It has always been there. How can it suddenly disappear?

her body, but if Ryan insisted she had one, by hook by crook, she would make sure there

Mary was already contemplating methods to create

much time as she could to execute

at her words and

left the dark room, and the metal door slammed heavily

leaving? What about Penelope and me? What was all that talk about being close siblings? Da*n

his room with

cold it could freeze

was just testing