The CEO's Beloved Wife (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Chapter 1

Anger. Reluctance. Regret.

A distant voice, gradually fading away.

The moment of death!

Darkness. Struggle. Consciousness.

A pair of eyes, suddenly flying open.

The moment of rebirth!

.....

It was a cold pair of eyes, touched by murderous intent. A trace of doubt flickered across those lustrous orbs. They were remarkably fierce, dark, detached, and incomparably profound.

"I didn't die?" The Woman's aloof voice was tinged with obvious disbelief, but the emotion that showed, for the most part, was unrepressed surprise. Unrepressed, pleasant surprise.

This was especially so when she discovered that she was actually able to move her body, which caused more elation to appear on her face.

What was going on? Didn't she die? Killed by that Woman, whose face had been hideously contorted by jealousy? The image of that expression was still fresh in her mind, and it elicited sympathy from her.

Sympathy for that Woman, who'd poured her heart and soul into making a —vain— attempt to attain her desires. Why? Because the Woman that she loved only wanted one Woman, and the woman she wanted was her—Jennie!

The thought of that Woman brought a change to Jennie's demeanor; her icy-cold and indifferent expression softened by a visible degree.

However, this was not the time for her to be reminiscing. She'd noticed something strange about her situation. When she slowly moved her four limbs, she realized that they were no longer stiff and uncontrollable.

Due to a car accident, Jennie had been confined to a hospital bed for two whole years. Her current new discovery left her delighted, and the delight didn't just end there. When she planted her feet on the floor and stood up, steady and firm, she almost felt like crying.

Cold, arrogant, strong, and merciless—these were the words often used to describe Jennie. She stood at the pinnacle of the entertainment world as its queen, and if anyone were to claim that Jennie was capable of crying, no one would believe it.

Unfortunately, the car accident had reduced her to a human vegetable. Apart from her family, friends, and that Woman, everyone else had mocked her and treated her as though she were unconscious, or that she would never wake up again.

At the foot of her hospital bed, she'd witnessed the reveal of countless ugly expressions, and she'd been subjected to all kinds of vicious insults.

The whole world seemed to have been against her; whether it was something she'd done or something that had nothing to do with her, everything was her fault.

Everyone's discontent was due to her mistakes, and everyone's grudges were hers to pay. It was utterly loathsome and at the same time laughable!

At the time, she'd swore that if she were to one day wake up, she would make all of them pay the consequences—especially those who'd colluded together to harm her. None of them would escape!

Since she was awake now, did that mean she had regained her consciousness? In the last moment, had that Woman decided not to kill her?

Jennie was confused and uncertain, but her attention was quickly captured by the several inconsistencies that she started to notice around her.

She was very familiar with her surroundings; she was in her house and bedroom—or rather, her former house and bedroom. Before she divorced that Woman, this was the place she'd lived in for three years. Afterward, she'd never returned again.