Part 2The Fisherman's Wife

When I was born, my father was just a poor county clerk, so he left me with my grandmother in the countryside.

Later, his career flourished, and he became an official in the capital. Bianca was born then and raised by their side.

It wasn't until the Sterling family proposed a marriage alliance that my parents remembered me, the daughter forgotten in the countryside for years.

I was the eldest legitimate daughter, and the matriarch of the Sterling family had an old friendship with my grandmother, specifically requesting the granddaughter raised by her.

Bianca cried for days when she found out. She had always been the apple of our parents' eyes, the only young lady of the Miller household for years.

But such a prestigious marriage fell to the sister far away in the country, long forgotten. How could she accept that?

In my opinion, Bianca was spoiled rotten by our parents and had no brains.

Such a mismatched marriage clearly had something fishy about it.

But Bianca stubbornly believed I was blocking her path.

"If only you didn't exist!"

She often looked at me with resentment in her eyes.

I knew she wouldn't let it go.

Until that day, when Bianca pestered me to take her along to Julian's boating invitation.

Seeing the flicker of calculation in her eyes, I knew she was about to make her move.

On the pleasure boat, Bianca's voice was soft and sweet, her smile charming. She cast flirtatious glances at Julian frequently, causing the young lord to look her way more than once.

I sneered internally. She really had no idea what she was getting into.

Just then, a breeze kicked up small waves, rocking the boat.

It was just ordinary movement, but the servants around me suddenly surged toward me.

"Miss Clara, be careful!"

I felt a kick to my waist, and I tumbled into the water.

The moment I surfaced, I saw Bianca throw herself into Julian's arms with a look of terrified panic.

"Lord Sterling, I... I'm scared!"