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It wasn't until a murderer came after me for revenge that I realized just how much I looked like Prince Regent's first crush. That was why the prime minister took in an orphan like me. That was why the Prince Regent, Grayson Watson, ended up marrying a girl who couldn't speak, like me. They needed me to draw out the culprit who hurt the minister's daughter and get the antidote to save her. I was in a coma for seven days and nights. When I finally woke up, every inch of me hurt, and no one was there for me. Just one wall away, my foster parents and my husband were celebrating Valeria Webb's recovery. "Five years, Valeria. You're finally awake," Grayson's voice came through the wall. "Sweetheart, we've finally avenged you. From now on, we'll shower you with love. You'll never have to suffer again," my foster parents promised. No one even thought of me. Only the maid brought me medicine, her eyes brimming with sympathy. I didn't cry or throw a tantrum. Instead, I quietly removed the lucky bracelet, something Grayson had prayed with heart to obtain for me, and gestured calmly to Miranda. "Miranda, would you mind bringing me the letter of separation?" I signed.