Unloving You: My Loyal Bodyguard's Obsession

At eighteen, the year I won the international piano championship, an earthquake caused a devastating cave-in.

To save Julian, my left hand was pierced by a steel bar, and my legs were crushed under heavy rocks.

My dreams shattered, and I was on the brink of a mental breakdown. Julian spared no expense finding top specialists and sent me abroad for treatment.

Back then, he said with gentle devotion: "Vivian, when you get back, let's get married, okay?"

But in just three years, he fell in love with my lookalike.