Inside the envelope was a photograph of a young woman in a yellow jacket helping an injured man beside a crashed car. I recognized the jacket immediately. It belonged to Iris. Bennett’s voice broke as he explained that my daughter had saved his life the night his parents died. She had pulled him from the wreckage before returning to warn other drivers—the moment she was struck herself. But that wasn’t all. Bennett revealed evidence suggesting his uncle Roland had sabotaged the car to kill his father and steal control of the family fortune. By marrying, Bennett had triggered a trust provision that could finally give him control and expose Roland.

Then came the truth that hurt most: Bennett had arranged for me to be hired because he knew Iris was the girl who rescued him. He’d hidden everything for six months, using my trust to protect his plan. I felt betrayed, even though he promised to fund Iris’s rehabilitation whether we stayed married or divorced. I left the mansion and stayed with my sister. Bennett didn’t stop me. Eventually, his lawyers uncovered evidence linking Roland to the sabotage, and Roland was convicted. Meanwhile, Iris began specialized rehabilitation, slowly responding to voices and instructions. Bennett continued visiting her, never asking me to return or demanding anything in exchange.

Over time, I saw that he was helping Iris because it was right, not because he wanted to keep me. We began talking again, attended counseling, and slowly rebuilt our trust. Nearly two years after the accident, Iris could speak short sentences. When she finally met Bennett, she remembered the smoke and asked if he was okay. He told her he was alive because of her. On our second wedding anniversary, Bennett gave me another crimson envelope, this time with a photograph of the three of us and a letter admitting his mistakes. He asked for a fresh start, built on honesty and respect. I hugged him and whispered, “You already have that chance. Just don’t waste it.”

Iris still had a long road ahead, and Bennett continued facing challenges from his injuries. But we no longer feared the future. I had married him out of desperation to save my daughter; he had married me to gain control of his inheritance, seek justice, and repay the girl who saved him. The first time, we married because we thought we had no choice. The second time, we chose each other because we finally did.