Three days before our wedding, I found a stranger's lingerie in my fiancé's office, my name replaced by his intern's on the lead designer brochure. When the hospital demanded my father's life-saving surgery fee, Julian froze our joint account. To protect his intern, he had security lock me in a soundproof room. Missing the final window to save my father, I buried my only family. I then chose to legally withdraw my core patents, ready to destroy the architectural empire I spent eight years building. I would rise again, but the irreversible price was my father's life and my wasted devotion. As Julian eagerly anticipated the tower's grand opening, he remained completely unaware of the death certificate waiting under my discarded engagement ring—its time of death perfectly matching the exact hours he kept me imprisoned.