The Old Departure Without Farewell

The year my family went bankrupt, I clung to Frederick Thomson and spent the last night with him.

The next morning, I threw the last bit of money at Frederick.

I told him, "You can go find another rich person now. You don't have to force yourself to serve an ugly woman like me anymore."

Afterward, I was kicked out of my home by those coming to liquidate the assets. Because of the birthmark on my face, everyone pointed at it and mocked me.

Meanwhile, Frederick's friends were celebrating, cheering that he could finally start a new life.

They told him, "Frederick, with your looks, plenty of beautiful and wealthy girls would fight over you. Why did you have to lose your mind back then and let that ugly woman take advantage of you?"

"She's bankrupt now, so she probably won't bother you anymore, right?"

Five years later, Frederick transformed from the poor campus heartthrob into a rising star in the business world.

In an interview room, he flipped through my resume, but his gaze lingered on my photo for a long time.

He asked calmly, "You're 28? You already have a child?"

I met his scrutinizing gaze and introduced myself, "Yes. My name is Isabella Fraser, I'm married, and I have a daughter."

Now I've changed my name, and the large birthmark on my face is gone.

Frederick didn't recognize me.