That's right.

Vivian was faking it.


Her pitiful act was fake. Even her suicide jump in my previous life was staged.

On that empty rooftop, I heard her sweet voice,

crying as she begged a man:


"Brother, I'm just an orphan. Without some dramatic tactics, how would Mr. Koster ever care about me?"

"Help me again. Let's use another sympathy ploy!"


"I truly like Mr. Koster, but with my background, his family will never let me marry him."

"Mr. Koster promised to marry me. I need to do something more to make him feel guilty toward me."

"Brother, please help me one more time!"

"Just pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Koster will remember his debt to me forever!"

What an actress.

She fooled Gabriel, fooled me.

Fooled all the media.

I once asked Gabriel why he cared so much about Vivian.

"Since birth, I've been the eldest son of the Koster family. Everyone flatters me, praises me."

"They respect me, love me, all because of my family's money and status."

"Even you, Elaine—if I weren't a Koster, would you still marry me?"

That question stumped me at the time.

If our families weren't equals, we wouldn't have grown up together, wouldn't be engaged, wouldn't marry.

"Only Vivian—only she truly loves me and is willing to sacrifice everything for me."

"Elaine, how could I refuse such pure love?"

I was almost convinced.

As the Lindells' daughter, I'd always been careful with my words and actions.

I had to consider my parents and family—I truly wouldn't sacrifice everything for one person.

We all overlooked another possibility.

Whether Gabriel was drugged or dying of poison,

Vivian had made up her mind from the beginning.

She'd be a social climber.