My foster mother passed away, leaving me a badge to recognize my relatives.

In the same year, I met Henry, the heir of the Dubois family, who treated me like a rare treasure when I was alone.

In the second year of my marriage, I finally found a relative.

As soon as I entered, I found out it was the equally famous Barclay family, and Henry was there too.

He looked at the badge and said it was fake.

I fled in a panic and kept silent about the matter of kinship.

It was not until a month later that I accompanied Henry to the banquet.

The two young men whispered to each other, "The Barclay lady's badge was obviously fake. How come no one exposed it?"

Another man quipped, "Henry Dubois was once a top treasure connoisseur. Do you think he can't tell? It was just that he couldn't bear to see the woman he loved become a fake noble lady."

……

It's the second anniversary of my marriage to Henry, and I've received flirtatious text messages from his admirer.

I blocked it with a backhand.

Henry is not going to cheat.

The reason I have such confidence is that he loves me enough and gives me enough security in this marriage.

There are no secrets between us.

After dusk, I went to the restaurant that Henry had booked, who, as always, had thought carefully and prepared all kinds of fine gifts and precious jewels for me.

How many times have I told you? I don't care about these superficial appearances. As long as you love me, that's enough.

Henry hugged me and rubbed my neck, whispering, "Love is never enough, so I'll fill the void with something else."

At that moment, I was immersed in happiness and did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Henry was so considerate and gentlemanly that he peeled the shrimps for me, even picking out the meat from the crabs himself and filling a full plate.

For three years we knew each other, Henry had always been like this, protecting me well.

"By the way, still no news of my biological parents?"

For the past two years, Henry and I have been doing our own jobs. He uses his connections to inquire for me, while I take my badge and try my luck online.

I've always wanted to find my biological parents and find out what kind of people they are.

Henry was stunned for two seconds and shook his head somewhat self-reproachfully, saying, "It's as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack, Violet, give me a little more time."

I soothed him, "It's okay, no rush." But I couldn't help feeling a bit down.

Seeing that I didn't take it seriously, Henry began to coax me again: "You have such a good husband, and they haven't been looking for you for such a long time. Don't think about it. You have enough of me."

Henry is good in every way, but he doesn't care much about this.

He seemed to have a strong possessiveness towards me. I had no relatives in the world except for my unfound biological father and mother, but he was satisfied with it and often emphasized that I belonged to him alone.

In other words, Henry has been trying to stop me from finding a lover in a disguised way.

I didn't think much of it, just assumed he cared too much about me. After all, his love was so broad that it never made me suffer a little.

At that moment, Henry's phone rang.

He showed it to me generously and asked if I could take it.

I looked at the note and it was Emma, his neighbor girl whom I grew up with since childhood and my only close friend in the past two years.

I nodded, and Henry, as usual, ordered the play.

Over there came Emma's pitiful cry: "Help Henry, save me quickly, I'm dying!"