One Divorce To Sign, A Lifetime Of Regret

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The sharp crack echoed through the hotel room.

Grayson Vances head snapped to the side. A vivid handprint bloomed across his cheek, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

Are you crazy, Grayson?

Virelle Ashens voice trembled. Her gaze was icy, but her fingers clenched so tightly that they turned stark white.

Im your wife, and yet you want to force me to sleep with another man for money?

What do you take me for? A bitch?

Looking at the man before her, she felt only a chilling sense of unfamiliarity, so foreign that he no longer resembled the man who had once sworn to love her, who had shed tears on their wedding day.

Silence fell over the room.

Only the sound of Virelles own ragged breathing remained.

She stared fixedly at Grayson, almost desperately waiting for an answer.

Even if he said it was all just a cruel joke, she would believe him.

At least that would prove he didnt truly intend to push her into another mans bed.

That he wasnt that shameless, disgusting, and utterly devoid of respect for her.

But Grayson just wiped the blood from his lips before stepping forward, gently taking her shoulders.

Just one night, darling.

His voice was low, dry.

You know the company is on the brink of collapse, and only Dominic Ashcroft, CEO of Valmont Group, can save it.

He met her eyes.

Besides, you bear a striking resemblance to the woman he loved...

Virelles heart clenched, a cold shiver running down her spine. Her fingers curled tightly.

She flung Graysons hand away with force, something inside her shattering.

Not just the trust she had placed in him, but her love as well.

Im not an object, and I will never do something as disgusting as selling my own body.

A tear slid down her cheek as she rejected him coldly.

She turned to leave, but her wrist was seized.

Graysons grip clamped down like a vice, leaving Virelle with no way to break free.

Darling, neither of us has a choice.

The two hundred thousand dollars for your grandfathers upcoming surgery... I really cant afford it anymore.

Virelles steps halted.

So youre threatening me?

Grayson fell silent, then lowered his head, his voice turning hoarse.

Im not threatening you. Im not forcing you either.

Im only telling you what happens if you say no. The choice has always been yours.

His grip around Virelles wrist tightened.

You can say no, darling. Of course you can.

But can you watch me lose everything, and your grandfather die because we cant afford the surgery?

Hearing this, Virelle only found it laughable.

Grayson insisted that the choice was hers, yet every reason he gave left her with no room to refuse.

There was no way back, and even less a way out.

This was no longer her voluntary sacrifice, m ch? l s? exploitation. Cruel and calculated, wrapped in a gentle facade like a sugar-coated bullet.

She could no longer see even a trace of love in his eyes.

Just calculation.

But before Virelle could respond.

Smack.

Grayson struck himself hard across the face, hard enough that blood split at the corner of his lips.

Its all my fault for being useless.

Smack.

His voice grew rougher, his eyes reddening, his shoulders slumping.

Its my failure that dragged you down... that I couldnt give you a better life.

I cant even keep you clean.

Im truly a bastard. I dont deserve you...

Virelle grabbed his hand.

Stop, Grayson...

Grayson lifted his head to look at her. His eyes were red, yet something dark and unreadable lurked beneath.

Help me just this once, darling. I swear there wont be a second time. I swear it in my heart.

His voice softened to a whisper as his hand gently stroked her hair.

A familiar gesture that had once made her feel happy and cherished.

But now, he used that very gesture to say the cruelest words.

Once we have the money, Ill move your grandfather into the best ward, get him the most advanced treatment Well go back to how things used to be.

Ill make it up to you.

If sacrificing one night can save everything, then why shouldnt you do it?

Every word sounded gentle, yet together, they formed a cage she could not escape.

A memory flashed through Virelles mind.

That rainy night years ago, when she had stood in despair beneath the hospital eaves, Grayson had pulled her into his arms and promised,

Darling, I will cover all the expenses for your grandfathers recovery. Youll never have to bow your head to anyone again.

Her chest ached sharply as she realized that the man who had once promised to protect her was now the very one forcing her to bow her head.

And yet, she had no way to refuse.

The arms that once warmed her had now turned cold. The man who had sworn so solemnly back then had perhaps long forgotten his promise.

He was no longer someone she could trust or rely on, no longer the man who had once treated her as his entire world.

If in the past she could deceive herself into believing this was a sacrifice for family, then now she understood it clearly.

This was nothing more than coercion disguised as love.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip until it bled. Her voice was as soft as the wind.

Fine. Ill go.

But this is the last time I save you.

The thought of leaving Grayson took root in Virelles heart for the first time. After all, now that both his love and protection had grown cold, she no longer wished to stay and watch their love fade away in pain.

She knew it all too well. If she continued to stay, what she would lose would not only be her dignity,

but herself, piece by piece, within Graysons manipulation.

An hour later.

Virelle lay on the bed, her body burning as if consumed by fire.

The glass of wine Grayson had given her, laced with an aphrodisiac, still scorched her throat, making her unconsciously tug her dress straps lower.

Hot... its so hot...

She whimpered, her mind hazy, her breath uneven. Her body reacted in ways that felt unfamiliar, uncontrollable.

She didnt know how much time had passed before her vision began to blur.

Click.

The door opened.

A man stepped inside, stopping beside the bed. His gaze swept over Virelles flushed face, undisguised disgust flashing in his eyes.

Who are you? And who sent you here?

His voice was cold as ice, laced with killing intent.

Do they really think I like this kind of woman?

Virelle forced her eyes open, her gaze unsteady as it landed on the man.

The moment she saw clearly who he was, her breath caught in her throat.

Dominic Ashcroft.

Virelles fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet, her voice choked as if on the verge of tears.

Im Virelle.

I came to beg you to invest in my husbands company, Virex Global Holdings...

Dominic let out a low chuckle, his eyes locking onto hers.

Invest in your husbands company?

So this is the way your husband came up with to secure funding?

His gaze darkened.

Then he really is a bastard.

Dominics voice dropped.

Forcing his wife to take aphrodisiacs, and then sending her to my bed?

He paused for a beat.

Did no one tell him? I hate men who are both stupid and vile, men who will do anything, no matter how low, to get what they want.

And you

I dont like things that have already been touched by someone else.

The biting mockery in his words made Virelle lower her gaze, her face turning even paler.

Her fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheet, her body trembling, and even her voice began to shake.

No, she had to find a way to salvage the situation, otherwise, her grandfather...

Please, Mr. Ashcroft... I can do anything you want...

Her hand moved to pull down the strap of her dress.

Get out of here.

Dominic cut her off coldly.

You have three seconds. One...

He turned, about to leave.

Virelles heart pounded violently, and anic surged through her.

Wait, Mr. Ashcroft...

She tried to stand, but her legs gave way, limp and powerless.

With a dull thud, she collapsed right in front of him.

The thin straps of her short dress slipped from the fall, revealing the curve of her chest and the pink birthmark on her right side.

Dominics steps halted. A fragment of memory flickered through his mind.

In the freezing, bone-chilling water, a pair of gentle hands had grasped his, pulling him up from beneath the surface.

The position of that girls birthmark matched Virelles exactly.

His gaze fixed on it, his voice lowering.

Who exactly are you?

Virelle didnt understand the shift in his tone. She only bowed her head, pleading through her tears.

Mr. Ashcroft, please..."

" If theres no investment, my husband will lose everything.

My grandfather wont get the surgery either... he wont survive...

Her voice broke into soft, pitiful sobs.

Her grandfather was the only family she had left in this world.

She could lose everything, but she could not lose him.

Dominic studied her in silence for a long moment before letting out a quiet breath.

Whether it was because he pitied her misery, or because she resembled that person.

Fine. The investment will proceed.

My secretary will contact Virex Global Holdings.

Virelle froze. Joy burst open in her chest as she lifted her head to look at Dominic, her eyes wide with disbelief.

You mean it?

Dominic gave a slight nod.

Mm.

Virelles voice lifted with joy. She lowered her head, her words pouring out in a steady stream.

Mr. Ashcroft, thank you, thank you so much. Youve saved my life.

To show my gratitude, I can...

No need. Stay and rest.

Dominic cut her off.

My private doctor will be here shortly to check on you.

With that, he turned and left, swift as the wind.

Have I finally found you?

The thought crossed his mind as he stepped out of the hotel lobby.

He took his phone out of his pocket and quickly pressed the call button.

"Help me investigate something..."

By the time Virelle returned home, it was already late, yet the lights at Nightveil Residence were still on. She took a deep breath, forcing a small smile as she stepped inside.

Grayson, I have good news for you.

No reply. The living room was silent, as though no one was there.

Frowning slightly, Virelle walked toward the bedroom.

Mommy...

A soft childs voice rang out, instantly melting her heart.

It was her sons voice.

Was Jaxon... calling her?

A smile touched her lips as she was about to respond.

Mommys here. Let Mommy sing you to sleep.

A different womans voice answered.

The smile on Virelles lips froze. She stood rooted in place as she heard Jaxon respond sweetly to that woman.

Without realizing it, she quickened her steps, approaching the bedroom.

Through the half-closed door, she looked inside.

Jaxon was lying in a womans arms, obediently clinging to her, gentle and intimate.

Something he had never once done with Virelle.

To her, Jaxon had always been stubborn, distant.

And Virelle recognized that woman, the one wearing her nightdress.

Selene Duvall, Graysons childhood friend.

At that moment, Grayson stood beside them, watching with a soft, tender gaze. The three of them looked perfect, like a real family.

The sight sliced through Virelles heart.

Daddy...

Jaxon shifted in Selenes arms, then climbed down and ran to Grayson, clinging to him.

Can Mommy stay here forever?

He pouted, scrunching his nose.

I dont like Virelle at all. Shes not pretty, she doesnt smell nice, and shes not as gentle as Mommy.

Virelles heart clenched violently. Her body trembled, and she no longer had the strength to step inside.

Six years.

Although Jaxon was not her biological child with Grayson, just a stranger child they had adopted from an orphanage, she had spent six years raising him, caring for him, loving him as if he were her own.

When he was sick, she had always been the one by his side.

When he was younger, his health had been fragile. Afraid the maids wouldnt care for him properly, Virelle had even given up her job to take care of him full-time.

And in the end, this was what she received.

Rejection. Disdain. Denial.

Bitterness clogged her throat as she braced herself against the wall just to remain standing.

Through the haze of pain, she saw Grayson reach out and gently pat Jaxons head.

Of course she can, Jaxon.

If you want, Mommy and Daddy will always stay here with you.

Her heart was torn apart.

Graysons bias cut deeper than Jaxons childish words, like a bomb detonating in Virelles mind.

Those words erased her completely, his legal wife, Jaxons mother in name. She was nothing more than an outsider.

And the three of them inside... they were the harmonious family he truly wanted.

Then what was she?

A tool, something to be discarded once used?

Her lips pressed tightly together.

The humiliation and despair from before surged back all at once.

She could no longer hold back. She burst the door open and walked in.

Her gaze swept across the three people in the room.

Grayson, I did everything to save your company.

Is this how you repay me?

Virelles voice was hoarse, a mocking laugh tearing from her throat.

You bring another woman into my bedroom, let her wear my clothes.

And let my son call a woman hes just met for the first time 'Mommy'?

Have you ever thought about how I feel, the one who has loved and cared for him for the past six years?

Virelle, dont make such a big deal out of this.

Grayson stood up abruptly, grabbing her hand and pulling her out into the living room, his grip so forceful that pain shot through her wrist.

His voice was cold, laced with barely concealed irritation.

Selene just got divorced and has nowhere to go, so Im letting her stay here with us for a while.

Youve always been kind and understanding. Its such a small matter, surely you wouldnt get mad and make a fuss over it, right?

Kind and understanding.

Those same words again.

Those familiar words made Virelle let out a silent laugh.

She couldnt remember when it had started, but every time Grayson did something that hurt her of his own accord, he would use that exact excuse to force her into compromise.

It meant enduring when he went to dinner with a female partner, holding her close as if they were lovers.

It meant the endless messages from female subordinates flooding in, laced with flirtation toward him.

It meant swallowing her pain and pretending to be a gentle, tolerant woman.

She had heard it so many times that she was exhausted by it.

Then how do you explain her wearing my clothes, and Jaxon calling her 'Mommy'?

Virelles voice was icy, her gaze fixed on him with scrutiny.

Grayson only frowned, licking his lips.

Selene didnt bring any sleepwear, so I let her borrow yours. You have plenty of clothes anyway.

As for Jaxon, hes just a child. Its normal for him to misspeak.

Hearing that, Virelle found it even more laughable.

Perhaps Grayson didnt even realize it himself. Licking his lips was a subconscious habit of his whenever he lied.

For the sake of another woman, he had lied to her again and again.

She had wanted to protest, but her throat was so dry that no words would come out.

Grayson, you...

Before Virelle could finish her sentence, a loud bang echoed.

Selene rushed out in a panic, even bumping into the door in her haste.

Virelle, dont blame Grayson.

Her eyes were red and glistening, pitiful as though she had suffered some great injustice. Walking toward Virelle, Selene trembled, her voice quivering as well.

I just came back to the country."

"I dont know anyone else, and I have nowhere to go, so I asked Grayson to let me stay for a while.

If you dont like it, Ill leave immediately. Please dont be upset because of me, and dont argue with Grayson...

Selene lowered her head, tears streaming down her beautiful face. Combined with her petite, fragile figure, she looked all the more pitiful.

Yet despite saying she would leave, Selene didnt move at all.

She simply stood there, waiting.

Sure enough, the very next second, Grayson pulled her into his arms.

Selene, its already late. Where could you possibly go now?

"A fragile girl like you going out alone at night is dangerous!

He glared at Virelle, his voice rising as he questioned her.

Virelle, since when did you become so cruel? I already said Selene has nowhere else to go, so Im letting her stay for a few days.

Its only a few days. Do you really have to make things so tense?

Looking at Selene sobbing pitifully in Graysons arms, at the way he shielded and defended her, Virelle felt so exhausted that she no longer wanted to say a single word.

No matter what she said, she would always be in the wrong.

Seeing her fall silent, Graysons tone softened. Letting go of Selene, he stepped forward and took Virelles hand.

Darling, dont be angry anymore. I was wrong to bring Selene back without telling you, but it was an urgent situation.

I swear there wont be a next time.

His hand was still warm, yet Virelle felt only cold. A chill seeped deep into her bones, making her withdraw her hand almost instinctively.

When he saw that Virelles gaze remained indifferent, Grayson added.

To make it up to you, Ill go with you to the hospital tomorrow to visit our grandfather, alright?"

"Ive been so busy with work lately that I havent gone to see him.

Virelles gaze wavered.

Every time her grandfather was mentioned, her heart softened. This time was no different.

After all, her grandfather had always been very fond of Grayson, always so happy whenever he came to visit. To Virelle, her grandfathers happiness mattered more than anything else.

Besides, I just received a message from Dominics secretary earlier. The investment will be processed soon. You really did a good job.

Grayson shifted the topic, gently patting Virelles head.

As soon as the funds come through, Ill move your grandfather into a VIP ward, alright?"

"Youve always said the regular ward is inconvenient for him. Ill arrange the transfer as soon as possible.

Lowering his voice, he coaxed her softly. In the end, Virelle gave a slight nod.

Alright. Do as you want.

Grayson let out a breath of relief.

Good. Selene is my close friend, after all, we cant treat her carelessly.

The master bedroom is the largest. Let her stay there...

He spoke gently, but Virelle lifted her head to look at him, cutting him off coldly.

No.

The thought of the master bedroom, the place she had shared with Grayson for years, every decoration chosen by her own hands, now being occupied by another woman, was enough to make Virelle feel sick with disgust.

If you insist on letting her stay there, then I dont mind throwing her out in the middle of the night.

It was the first time Virelle had refused to give in, and it left Grayson momentarily stunned.

He instinctively tightened his grip, his gaze on Virelle carrying a hint of calculation.

Perhaps thinking of the investment Virelle had just secured, he let out a sigh.

Alright, then well sleep in the master bedroom.

Selene can stay in the guest room, okay?

Virelle took a step back, putting distance between herself and Grayson.

Its not we who will sleep in the master bedroom. Its you alone.

Im tired. Ill sleep in another guest room tonight.

Perhaps exhausted after a day filled with too many things, Virelle only wanted to be alone. She didnt wait for Grayson to respond before turning and heading toward the adjacent bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a sharp slam.

As for the rest, Grayson and Selene could deal with it themselves.

...

In the middle of the night, Virelle woke up, parched.

She got up and, still half-asleep, walked out to the living room to find some water. As she passed by the master bedroom, a strange sound drifted out.

It was the soft, sweet moan of a woman.

Listening closely, it sounded very much like Selenes voice.

Virelles steps came to an abrupt halt, the drowsiness instantly vanishing.

She strained her ears, listening to the sounds coming through the half-closed door.

Grayson, when are you going to divorce that bitch Virelle?

Selenes voice was coquettish, laced with a pout.

Didnt you see how she humiliated me today? She even wanted to throw me out.

I dont want to live like this anymore, constantly holding myself back.

Selenes voice blended with her sweet moans, along with the unmistakable sounds of bodies entangling, more than enough for Virelle to understand what was happening inside.

Her knees buckled, forcing her to brace a hand against the wall to steady herself.

Her eyes burned as she heard Graysons reply.

Just endure a little longer, honey. After all, its thanks to that bitch that my company was saved.

Virelle is still useful. Besides...

Grayson paused for a moment before his mocking voice rang out again.

Isnt it amusing?

A free nanny whos this dedicated, wouldnt it be foolish not to use her to take care of our son, Jaxon?

No...

How could it be?

All the sounds in Virelles head seemed to blur into a dull ringing. Her lips parted in shock, yet no words came out.

Jaxon... was Selene and Grayson son?

So unbelievable.

Her fingers tightened against the wall, and tightened when she heard Grayson added.

"Good thing I was quick-witted back then, sending Jaxon to the orphanage right after he was born, then tricking Virelle into adopting him. Otherwise, with how jealous your ex-husband was, we wouldve been finished.

For a moment, she wasnt even sure she was still breathing.

Ha.

So, that was the truth.

No wonder he had always been distant, had always disliked her, no matter how much love and patience she gave him.

No wonder he had clung to Selene so sweetly earlier, calling her Mommy with such affection.

So everything had always left clues. It was just that she had been too foolish to notice.

Her lips parted in shock, yet no words came out.

The pain came, not sharp, but slow, inch by inch, grinding her heart to dust.

Along with it, the last remnants of her love and hope for Grayson crumbled into nothing.

Virelle gasped for air, bracing herself against the wall as tears slid down to the corner of her lips.

Salty. Bitter.

...

Their laughter seemed to amplify in her ears, making Virelle even more shaken.

In the end, her marriage to Grayson had been built on deception from beginning to end.

All this time, she had been the only one who had truly been immersed in her love for him.

The child she had loved with all her heart, the man she had loved with her very life.

They had been acting all along, while she had known nothing.

In despair, she turned and walked back to her room. Each step felt unbearably heavy, her heart aching until it had gone numb.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Virelle let the tears fall freely, sobbing until she could barely breathe.

Recently, she had cried far too much.

She cried when he asked her to sleep with another man.

She cried when she saw Jaxon push her away and call someone else Mommy.

And she cried when she realized she had been betrayed.

Each time, she stayed, thinking it would be the last.

A bitter smile curved at the corner of her lips as she found herself thinking of Jaxon.

The soft little boy she had adopted when he was just born, small and adorable.

In truth, he had once been very well-behaved.

When he had just learned to crawl, his chubby figure would gently make its way toward her, babbling sweetly with a bright smile.

When he had just learned to walk, he would wave his soft, fair hands and call her Mommy.

Now, that same word belonged to someone else.

After the tears had run dry, her mind felt clearer than it had ever been.

The love she had for Grayson had been crushed by his own hands.

And something within her slowly faded away, leaving behind nothing but emptiness.

She did not want to spend the rest of her life with a man as deceitful and repulsive as Grayson.

Picking up her phone from the bedside table, she pressed the number.

Her vision blurred in tears.

Staring at the screen for so long, Virelle pressed the call.

Hello?

A deep, warm male voice sounded through the quiet room.

Virelle took a deep breath, the words she wanted to say seeming to catch at the tip of her tongue.

Her fingers tightened, and at last, she spoke, her voice choked.

Hello, Lawyer Declan Wolfe.

Her voice still trembled, but she did not stop.

I want a divorce.

The lawyer seemed not to notice the choked tremor in Virelles voice. His tone was calm, steady.

Hello, Madam. Could you describe your situation?

The grounds for the divorce, as well as your expectations.

Virelle paused for a moment, then told him everything.

Mrs. Ashen, I am very sorry for what you've been through."

His voice measured.

"If you truly wish to leave, I can assist you with the division of assets.

Although I cannot make your husband walk away with nothing, I can ensure you receive fair...

Virelle cut him off.

Mr. Wolfe, I dont need any assets. I just want the divorce to be finalized as quickly as possible, and the freedom to leave at any time.

Virelle clenched her hands unconsciously.

Her grandfather was about to undergo surgery, and the doctor had repeatedly warned that he must not be subjected to any shock.

And on top of that, she still needed the two hundred thousand dollars from Grayson, the very price for all the sacrifice she had made, and the humiliation she had endured.

She could not leave immediately.

But she needed to be ready to leave as soon as the surgery was successful and his condition was completely stable.

"I understand."

The lawyer did not ask further, just calmly replied.

"Please prepare the necessary documents, and I'll handle the rest."

Finally, Virelle could breathe a sigh of relief.

...

The next morning, Virelle woke up as usual. After getting dressed and putting on light makeup, she picked up her bag, preparing to head to the hospital to visit her grandfather.

As she stepped into the living room, the space was unusually quiet.

Jaxon had likely already been taken to school by Grayson. In the living room, only Grayson and Selene remained, seated at the table having breakfast. At that moment, Selene was leaning close, feeding Grayson a bite of salad with intimacy.

Grayson, eat this one.

Virelle glanced at them, then looked away as if she hadnt seen anything. Grayson, however, seemed uneasy. He quickly pulled back from Selene, stood up abruptly, and cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment.

Virelle, are you heading to the hospital?

Ill take you. I promised last night Id go with you to visit your grandfather.

Every time he did something wrong or hurt her, Grayson would always act this gently afterward. Virelle shot him a brief glance before nodding.

After all, her grandfather truly liked Grayson.

Wait a moment, Ill grab my coat, and we can go together.

Seeing her agree, Grayson let out a breath of relief and quickly reached for his jacket.

Wait, Grayson...

Selenes voice cut in at just the right moment, soft and sweet.

Can I come along?

I was thinking of stopping by the mall nearby, its on the way.

Without waiting for his answer, she cheerfully cleared the table and stepped to his side.

Virelle, you dont mind, right?

Selene blinked, putting on an innocent and harmless expression, while Grayson looked at Virelle as if gauging her reaction.

Up to you.

Virelle no longer wanted to argue. She gave a lazy shrug and turned away. She had no interest in wasting words or emotions on someone as shameless as Selene anymore.

When they reached the garage, Grayson, as usual, gently opened the front passenger door for Virelle. But before she could react, Selene swiftly slipped into the seat, acting coy.

Virelle, I get carsick. Can I sit in the front?

Youre so generous, you wouldnt get mad, right?

Selene blinked, looking at Virelle sweetly.

Besides, Im used to sitting next to Grayson anyway.

At the sight of Selenes fake smile, Virelle felt her stomach churn with nausea. She didnt bother responding, simply opening the backseat door herself and sitting down calmly.

Seeing how understanding Virelle was, a trace of satisfaction flashed in Graysons eyes.

The car started moving.

Selene casually picked up a bag of snacks from inside the car and opened it. The smell of food quickly spread through the space.

Watching Graysons indifferent expression, Virelle couldnt help but let out a cold laugh.

Grayson had always hated it when she ate in his car. There was once when she had worked overtime until she was trembling from hunger, her blood sugar dropping. She had tried to open a small snack in the car just to ease it.

Yet Grayson had slammed on the brakes in anger, snatching the snack from her hand and throwing it out the window.

Virelle, Ive told you before. Eating in the car smells disgusting and makes me sick."

"Dont ever do that again.

At that moment, Virelle even felt guilty for making him mad.

Up until now, when Selene did the same thing, he indulged her. There wasnt even a trace of displeasure on his face.

Love and the absence of it were, in truth, painfully easy to see.

It was only that, all this time, Virelle had been blinded by love.

Grayson, have a bite. This snack is really good...

Selene leaned closer, holding the snack right to his lips. The gesture was so familiar, as if she had done it countless times before.

Grayson smiled indulgently, tilting his head as he opened his mouth and ate the snack.

At that exact moment.

A container truck hurtled toward them from the opposite direction, heading straight for them.

The piercing blare of its horn tore through the air, sending Grayson into a panic as he jerked the steering wheel.

Ah!

Selene screamed as her body lost balance, the world spinning around her.

Bang.

The car slammed violently into the roadside barrier, the front of the vehicle beginning to smoke almost immediately.

Everything descended into chaos.

Selene, watch out!

With all his strength, Grayson lunged forward and pulled Selene tightly into his arms, shielding her just before she crashed into the window. In the next instant, the glass shattered.

As for Virelle, seated in the back, the force of the collision hurled her body hard against the car door. Her head struck the window with a dull, heavy thud, and blood quickly began to flow as the glass shattered.

Fragments of glass flew everywhere, slicing into her skin and leaving her dazed, her reactions delayed.

The world around her gradually blurred.

Selene, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?

Struggling, Virelle forced her head up, only to see Grayson cry out in alarm as he held Selene tightly, frantically checking her for injuries.

His voice was filled with concern, as if she were the most precious person in the world.

Selene, as though frightened out of her wits, clung to Grayson, sobbing softly that she was fine.

A self-mocking laugh escaped Virelle's lips.

An accident had just happened, and at the very line between life and death, yet the person her husband protected and cared for had never been her.

He did not spare her even a single glance, while frantically shielding and soothing his mistress.

How ironic.

If he had only turned his head, even just once, he might have seen her collapsing in a pool of blood.

Her heart pounded violently, as if it might burst through her chest.

She tried to lift her hand, tried to call his name for help, but no sound came out.

Her body felt as if it had been drained of all strength, and Virelle slowly slid downward.

It will be alright. She will be fine.

She won't die.

Virelle tried to comfort herself.

Her vision gradually blurred until, at last, Virelles world sank into darkness.

Perhaps this was for the best.

At least now, Virelle no longer loved him.

And, she would no longer hurt because of him.

Virelle woke in an unfamiliar space, the sharp, suffocating scent of antiseptic so thick it made it hard for her to breathe. The cold, sterile air of the hospital room raised goosebumps across her skin, and the moment she stirred, faint whispers reached her ears.

This girl in the ward is really pitiful. Shes severely injured, with a concussion and heavy blood loss, yet theres no one here to take care of her.

Even the driver of that container truck she nearly collided with was the one kind enough to bring her to the hospital and pay for her emergency treatment.

That voice suddenly lowered, laced with regret.

I wonder what relationship she has with the two people sitting in the driver's and passenger seats of that BMW."

"They were in the same car during the accident, werent they? How could they just abandon her like that, without caring whether she lived or died?

A soft shushing sound followed, then another female voice deliberately hushed.

Dont say things like that. If someone overhears, it wont be good.

The faint clatter of medical instruments echoed as the voice dropped even further.

I think the girl in the passenger seat is the drivers wife. He looked so panicked, after all.

She only got a small scratch from shattered glass, just a little bleeding, but he made such a huge fuss in the hospital."

"He even exaggerated things and demanded the best doctor treat her, as if her condition were serious.

Clicking her tongue again, she added.

And that girl... I suppose shes just an acquaintance, not someone close.

After all, when she was brought in by the ambulance, the stretcher was already soaked in blood... and that man didnt even spare her a single glance...

Only when the room fell completely silent, and the footsteps faded into the distance, did Virelle slowly open her eyes. The harsh light shone straight into them, blurring her vision for a moment.

A faint sob escaped from the corner of her lips.

She lifted her hand, staring at the crisscrossing cuts left by shattered glass, then reached up to touch her head, wrapped thickly in bandages.

A dry, hollow laugh slipped out.

Grayson truly disgusted her more with each passing moment.

A man rotten to the very core.

Her heart, which she thought had long since hardened, still throbbed with pain. As if something inside had just shattered into countless pieces, beyond any hope of repair.

No matter what, they had shared years of life together. Yet he hadnt cared in the slightest whether she lived or died.

All he cared about was the minor scratch on his mistress.

All these years, had she been living with a man, or with a monster?

...

In the days that followed, Virelle spent her time alone in the hospital.

Not a single phone call. Not a single visitor.

Only long stretches of silence, filled with nothing but her own loneliness.

She didnt dare go see her grandfather, didnt dare let him know she was injured. So she could only lie, telling him she was on a vacation with Grayson, just to keep him at ease.

During that time, however, she focused on far more important matters.

She put up for sale every piece of jewelry and every designer outfit Grayson had once given her.

She also contacted agents to sell the old apartment she had bought when she first brought her grandfather to this city for treatment.

She searched for the best hospital in Solvang, the place she planned to move to with her grandfather after leaving Grayson, was also where the two of them had lived together ever since she was a child. And also, arranged a room for her grandfather to recuperate there after his surgery was successful.

Finally, she reached out to an old friend, asking for help finding a job in Solvang. Even if it was only as a cashier or a sales assistant, she needed a new job to support herself.

On her last day at the hospital, when the divorce papers arrived, Virelle calmly completed the discharge procedures herself and took a taxi home.

The house remained as luxurious and magnificent as ever.

Only she had changed.

The moment the door opened, angry shouts and the sharp crash of something shattering rang out.

What the hell did you cook? It tastes awful!

Is this dog food? You idiot!

A plate of food was hurled straight at the maid. She dodged in panic, but the plate shattered against the floor, shards and food scattering everywhere.

Jaxon stood in the middle of the living room, his face flushed with anger.

Jaxon, dont be so rude.

Graysons lazy voice drifted from the sofa, yet he didnt even bother to get up. He simply lay there, idly stroking Selenes soft hair, their bodies pressed close together in an intimate posture, as if they were husband and wife.

No one truly cared about disciplining Jaxon.

Virelle silently watched the scene for a few seconds. Then she let out a quiet breath and slowly walked toward him.

Jaxon, we should use polite words."

"Ive told you that before, havent I?

She stopped in front of him and crouched down, coaxing gently.

And even if the food doesnt taste good, you shouldnt throw it like this. Thats wrong.

Jaxon glanced at her, a flicker of annoyance crossing his eyes.

Shut up. Im not wrong.

His eyes were red as he glared at her fiercely.

What right do you have to lecture me? Daddy already said, youre just a stupid housewife.

The air tightened in an instant, his words slicing into Virelles heart like a blade.

The gentle smile on her lips froze, her chest constricting painfully. Though he wasnt her biological child, she had always loved Jaxon with everything she had.

Even after learning he was the child of Grayson and Selene, she had never let that truth turn into resentment toward him.

And yet... this was what she received in return?

Jaxon suddenly bent down, grabbed a plate of roasted chicken from the table, and hurled it at her with all his strength.

Idiot! Get out of this house! Then Daddy, Mommy, and I can be happy together!

Get out of here, idiot!

I hate you.

Bang.

A dull, heavy impact echoed as the plate struck Virelles head. Sauce and pieces of chicken splattered across her, while a shard of broken porcelain sliced a long cut across her forehead.

Blood trickled down along her temple.

Her gaze turned cold.

She didnt wipe it away. She only slowly clenched her fingers.

Inside her mind, fragments of memories shattered one by one, the sweet smile Jaxon once gave her, the way he had cried in panic when she was hurt, the soft, tender Mommy he had called her for the very first time...

All of it seemed to be crushed into dust, turning distant, as though it had never existed.

Perhaps from the very beginning, she should never have wasted her gentleness and kindness on people who were never worthy of it.

Smack.

The sound rang out, sharp and decisive, as Virelle struck Jaxon across the backside.

Jaxon, who gave you the right to behave so rudely? It seems everything Ive taught you all this time has been thrown away!

Apologize to the maid. And apologize to me.

Her voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

Jaxon froze, staring at her with wide, stunned eyes for several seconds.

The next second, he burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs.

His eyes reddened as he struggled wildly, trying to break free, but to no avail.

Virelle, are you crazy? Why would you suddenly hit Jaxon like that?

Selene rushed forward, pulling Jaxon tightly into her arms as she lashed out at Virelle.

Mommy... Virelle hit me... it hurts...

Jaxon buried his face in Selenes chest, crying helplessly, which only fueled her anger further as she glared at Virelle.

Look at him, hes been frightened like this.

How can you be so cruel as a mother?

Her voice turned sharp with accusation, and Grayson quickly stepped in as well.

Virelle, Jaxon is still a child, you cant...

Before he could finish, Virelle let out a laugh.

It was cold, laced with unmistakable mockery.

Precisely because he is a child, I have to teach him properly, Grayson.

She met his eyes directly, emphasizing each word.

Otherwise, hell grow up to be an ill-mannered, uneducated child.

And you...

Virelle shifted her gaze to Selene, her eyes sharp as a blade.

Whats wrong with me disciplining my own child? What right do you have to interfere?

Selenes face paled slightly, her hand freezing midair. She parted her lips, about to respond, but before she could, Virelle continued.

Besides, if Im hitting my son, why are you reacting as if Im hitting yours?

Selene pressed her lips together, trembling.

I... I...

But no words came out.

The air in the room grew suffocating, thick with tension, while Jaxons piercing cries continued to echo.

Virelle only found it irritating.

Without another glance, she reached into her bag, took out a document, and handed it to Grayson.

Right. This is the request form to upgrade my grandfather to a VIP ward. Sign it.

Virelles cold demeanor left Grayson momentarily stunned.

Virelle, do you really have to force me to sign this right now? Our son is still crying, cant you comfort him first?

The look in his eyes carried disappointment, as though he were staring at a heartless mother.

Virelle merely gave a faint, indifferent shrug.

Isnt Selene already comforting him?

Besides, you promised to move my grandfather to a VIP ward. Are you planning to go back on your word?

If you dont have the ability to do it, then you shouldnt have promised in the first place.

Her sarcasm ignited Graysons temper. He snatched the document from her hand and signed it without even glancing at its contents.

Virelle watched him intently.

The moment she saw his signature fall onto the divorce agreement she had slipped beneath, her breath caught in her throat.

Her gaze trembled slightly, her lips parting.

It was over.

At last... it was truly over.

Is that enough now? Go comfort our son. Hes crying himself hoarse.

Grayson shoved the document back to her, frowning in irritation.

But Virelle remained indifferent.

I told you, Selene is already comforting Jaxon.

If you want, go comfort him with her. After all, you are his father.

Stop pushing your responsibilities onto me all the time.

With that, she turned and walked upstairs.

Behind her, Grayson stared after her in a daze.

There was something off about Virelle today.

As if she had completely become a different person.

After going upstairs, Virelle did not allow herself any idle time. She quickly sorted through and packed the items she had already sold, preparing to send them to their new owners.

As for the things that were outdated, no longer trendy, or difficult to sell, she tossed them all into another box. Naturally, she had no intention of taking along anything Grayson had given her once she left.

While carrying the boxes downstairs to arrange for express delivery, she unfortunately ran into Grayson.

What is it, Virelle?

Grayson frowned at the cluttered boxes in her arms. The moment he caught sight of the handbags, shoes, and clothes he had once bought for her inside them, his expression darkened with displeasure.

Virelle, however, was only momentarily stunned before quickly replying,

Oh, just some old things.

I dont use them anymore, so Im planning to donate them to an orphanage, for people who actually need them.

After saying that, Virelle no longer bothered to care about Graysons reaction. Brushing past him coldly, she walked straight ahead.

That evening.

Virelle had originally intended to continue handling the paperwork for selling the apartment, but Grayson forced her out of the house to attend his mothers birthday party, Talia Mercers.

We need to look like a happy family, Virelle.

Besides, if you dont go, then dont blame me for refusing to pay your grandfathers fifty thousand dollars in hospital fees and medication costs this week.

Grayson no longer bothered to pretend, openly threatening her instead. Virelles hands clenched tightly.

At that point, those expenses already amounted to nearly all the money she had managed to save and earn from selling her belongings. If Grayson refused to cover them, she would practically be left with nothing if she had to pay for everything herself.

In the end, it was only a party. She could just endure it as if she were deaf to everything around her. Gritting her teeth, Virelle finally agreed.

What she didnt expect was that Selene would be going along as well.

When they arrived at the Rose residence, the lights blazed brilliantly, and the banquet hall was already crowded with guests.

Still sulking at Virelle, Jaxon let out a cold snort and ignored her completely, walking straight toward a maid and ordering her to take him upstairs to play.

Virelle didnt react. She simply placed the gift she had prepared on the table and was about to hand it to Talia. But the moment she parted her lips.

Selene, its been so long since you last visited me. Ive missed you so much.

Talia walked past Virelle as if she didnt exist and went straight to Selene, taking her hand with warmth and affection.

Under her enthusiastic welcome, Selene smiled sweetly.

Aunt, Ive missed you too.

I knew today was your birthday, so I prepared a gift for you.

Talias face immediately lit up with delight. She picked up the gift box and opened it without hesitation.

Inside was a diamond necklace from a well-known domestic luxury brand.

How beautiful, Selene. You always choose gifts so thoughtfully, exactly to my taste.

Unlike some people. Married into this family for years and still doesnt know what I like. Every gift is wrong.

Truly an eyesore.

Talia let out a cold snort.

And such a dull personality. Never even come to visit me or keep me company.

Virelle stood there, silently enduring the gazes, the scrutiny, and the criticism directed at her.

Talia had always been like this, openly showing her dislike.

The gift Virelle brought hadnt even been opened, yet it had already been dismissed.

Virelle let out a cold laugh inwardly.

If it had been before, she would have been hurt, and would have tried every way to win Talias favor.

But now, she remained silent, offering no reaction at all, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

Grayson watched her calm, detached demeanor, his brows knitting slightly as an instinctive unease crept in.

Something about Virelle... felt off.

Yet before he could say anything, she had already turned and walked out.

The night breeze drifted through the garden, carrying a chill, while the golden light cast a solitary shadow of Virelle.

Virelle, your shamelessness truly broadens my horizons.

The sharp click of high heels echoed from behind, blending with a womans scathing voice.

Virelle turned around, her gaze meeting Selenes eyes, filled with hostility and malice.

Despised by your mother-in-law, rejected by your son, neglected by your husband, and you can still endure it.

Selene let out a cold laugh as she stepped closer, her lips curling as she looked Virelle up and down.

Why are you still clinging to this failed marriage? For money?

She laughed mockingly, tilting her head to one side.

Or is it because of that sickly grandfather of yours?

Virelle did not respond. Her hand hanging at her side had already clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.

Her fingers stiffened further, her ears ringing the moment Selene mentioned her grandfather, yet she still forced herself to endure it.

There was no need to get angry at someone so shameless.

Seeing Virelle remain silent, her face paling, the smile on Selenes lips deepened. She covered her mouth as she giggled, even giving a taunting wink.

Dont blame me for being harsh, but that sickly grandfather of yours is already very weak. Even with treatment, he wont live much longer.

She shrugged, her tone light and careless.

You might as well give up on treatment and let him die sooner, so he wont be such a burden...

Smack.

A sharp sound rang out, cutting off Selenes words.

The air seemed to congeal.

Selenes face snapped to the side, the burning sting on her cheek driving her into a frenzy.

You...

Shut up.

Virelles voice was ice-cold, her gaze sharp as a blade.

A shameless person like you has no right to mention my grandfather.

Selene glared at her, her eyes blazing with hatred. She stepped forward, eyes wide, yet in the next instant, something shifted.

The malice vanished, replaced by panic and frailty.

Virelle, Im sorry, I misspoke. Please dont be angry with me...

Her eyes reddened as she reached out, as if to take Virelles hand in apology, but Virelle had already stepped back coldly.

At that exact moment.

Smack.

A resounding slap landed across Virelles face, her ears ringing as though something had exploded inside her head. Her cheek burned as if scalded, the faint metallic taste of blood spreading across her mouth.

Virelle slowly lifted her head.

Grayson stood before her, his chest rising and falling with anger.

Virelle, youve gone too far. How could you raise your hand against Selene?

Apologize to Selene. Now.

Virelle looked at him, her expression shifting from stunned disbelief to quiet despair. She stood frozen for a few seconds before letting out a faint laugh.

Apologize? Grayson, you havent even asked what happened, and youve already decided Im at fault?

Do you even know what Selene said about my grandfather...

Her voice was hoarse as she tried to explain, but Selene had already thrown herself weakly into Graysons arms. Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling as though she had suffered immense injustice.

Grayson, dont blame Virelle. Its all my fault.

I was only asking about her grandfathers health. I didnt expect her to get angry.

Selene choked out each word, her tears soaking into Graysons shirt, making his gaze grow even sharper.

Virelle, youve gone too far.

What else is there to deny?

Apologize to Selene. Now.

So it was like this again.

Every time Selene stirred up trouble, a few tears were enough to make everything Virelles fault.

Virelle was already tired of explaining.

Her heart turned cold as she lifted her gaze to the two people in front of her.

One always fragile, the other always protective, a scene so familiar it almost made her laugh.

Apologize?

Her voice came out dry, before curling into a mocking smile.

Grayson, I told you before, Selene was the one who insulted me first.

A trace of ridicule flickered in her eyes.

Besides, I slapped Selene, and you slapped me back. That makes us even.

If you want me to apologize to Selene, thats fine.

You apologize to me first.

Her provocation completely ignited Graysons anger, driving him into a rage.

Good. Very good, Virelle.

He roared.

Maids!

The maids appeared immediately, her expression serious as she received his order. His voice remained icy.

Lock Virelle in the storage room.

Without my permission, no one is allowed to let her out.

In an instant, the blood in Virelles body seemed to freeze. Her face turned deathly pale, her breathing constricted as though being strangled.

Her lips trembled, turning faintly purple, her breath caught in her throat.

Grayson, you cant do this, I...

Her voice turned hoarse, but the maids had already stepped forward. Their hands were like iron clamps, gripping her tightly, leaving no room for escape.

Grayson, dont...

Ah, I feel dizzy, Grayson.

Selene suddenly cried out, her body going limp as she collapsed. Grayson immediately abandoned Virelle and turned to catch Selene.

Then, seeing Selene trembling and complaining of weakness, he hurriedly lifted her into his arms and rushed inside, without sparing Virelle even a single glance.

Virelles heart went still. She stood frozen like a statue, her eyes stinging.

The maids pushed and dragged her toward the storage room. She struggled, but couldnt break free.

Tears blurred her vision, yet she forced herself to take a deep breath.

Virelle, dont cry over that bastard anymore.

Bang.

The door slammed shut behind her, and darkness crashed down.

Young mistress, young master said you should stay here and reflect on your mistakes.

When you realize your fault and admit it, well let you out.

In the darkness that seemed to swallow everything whole, Virelle heard the cold voices. She stood there blankly for a few seconds before her breathing began to falter, as if something were lodged in her chest, cutting off the air.

Her body gave out, and she slid weakly to the floor, gasping in panic.

Her heartbeat pounded heavily, so violently she felt as if her chest might shatter.

H-help, someone...

She shrank back, curling into herself, her voice as faint as a whisper of wind.

Memories surged like a rising tide.

A winter night, a pitch-dark room, her small figure curled on the floor.

No one came. No one saved her.

Only distant laughter from outside, mingling with her own panicked sobs.

Virelle hated the dark.

And even more than that, she hated the feeling of being abandoned.

Help...

Virelle slammed into something with a loud crash.

Fragments shattered across the floor, some slicing into her hand with a sharp sting. Blood was probably flowing, but she couldnt even see it, only a bone-deep cold spreading through her body.

Something wet smeared across her palm, stinging enough to make her frown.

Her vision blurred. In her panic, Virelle forced herself to crawl forward, searching for a way out, yet she could no longer tell which direction she was moving in.

All around her, nothing but suffocating darkness.

Help... is anyone there... please...

Her ears rang as dizziness and nausea surged over her, leaving her body weaker with every passing second. Her voice trembled, hoarse and broken.

The sound echoed back at her, but there was no reply.

The darkness seemed to devour her inch by inch, like a monstrous thing closing in.

Her hands groped blindly, her nails scraping harshly against the floor, producing a grating sound. Pain spread through her body, and suddenly, her vision went black.

Her consciousness began to fade, the sounds around her drifting farther and farther away.

And then, everything was swallowed by complete darkness.

When she woke again, light had already flooded the entire room. Virelle blinked, staring at the familiar bedroom, unable to tell what she was feeling inside.

Virelle, youre awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?

Graysons voice sounded from above her, prompting Virelle to tilt her head. He was sitting by the bedside, looking at her with a complicated gaze.

And within it... there was even a trace of worry and heartache?

Virelle mocked herself inwardly at the fleeting thought.

How could he possibly feel worried and heartache for her? Perhaps even if she had died in that pitch-dark storage room, he wouldnt have cared in the slightest.

The doctor said youre afraid of the dark. The fear, combined with your injuries not yet healed, is why you fainted.

Im sorry, Virelle.

Graysons voice grew hoarse, lowering in tone. Virelle turned her head toward the wall, offering no response. Her eyes were hollow and empty, as if devoid of any emotion.

However, it was also because you hit Selene first. I only wanted to teach you a lesson.

If you had apologized and made peace with Selene back then, things wouldnt have ended up like this.

Virelle closed her eyes, as if she hadnt heard anything.

There it was, this was Graysons true voice. No matter what happened, she was always the one at fault.

Her fist clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned pale. Virelle bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from lunging forward and slapping him.

But dont worry, Virelle. Selene is kind-hearted, shes already forgiven you.

Seeing Virelle remain silent, Grayson assumed he was right and continued in a gentler, coaxing tone. However, at that moment, Virelle opened her eyes and looked straight into his.

The corner of her lips curled into a mocking smile.

I will never need forgiveness from a shameless mistress.

If youre here just to say things that make me sick, then get out.

Virelles voice was hoarse, yet it was the first time she had openly lashed out at Grayson. After a few seconds of stunned silence, irritation flashed across his face as he abruptly stood up.

Very well, Virelle! You still refuse to admit your mistake, dont you?

Fine. Stay at home alone these days and reflect on yourself!

Until you realize your fault, dont contact me.

Grayson roared in anger, his low, hoarse voice echoing through the quiet room. He strode straight toward the door, bang.

It slammed shut in front of Virelle.

...

In the days that followed, Grayson truly disappeared. However, Virelle still knew where he was through the photos and videos Selene sent.

He had taken Jaxon and Selene traveling around the world, capturing pictures together like a perfect family.

Grayson held Selene in his arms, smiling sweetly, while Jaxon clung to his hand, wearing a bright, cheerful smile Virelle had not seen in a long time.

In other photos, Grayson kissed Selene in public, while Jaxon stood beside them, clapping.

And more...

Virelle scrolled through them, her expression unchanged. She quietly turned off her phone, not bothering to reply to any of those messages.

Instead, she focused solely on taking care of her grandfather before his surgery.

These days, with Grayson and Jaxon away from home, Virelle felt even freer to sort through and sell her belongings. Even though the apartment had been successfully sold, and the money had already been transferred into her account.

It was not much, but enough for her and her grandfather to live comfortably once they arrived in Solvang.

Virelle transferred all the money into a newly opened bank account before calmly walking into Graysons study.

Being locked inside the storage room before had caused the hatred in her heart to surge uncontrollably. At first, Virelle had only wanted to leave. But now, she wanted to destroy everything Grayson had.

Ever since founding the company, Grayson had hated dealing with paperwork and financial documents, believing they were nothing but a waste of time, so he had always left everything to Virelle.

Because of that, she had discovered several financial loopholes within his company through contracts, invoices, transfer records, and other financial documents.

And she had also uncovered suspicious transfer receipts that didnt match the accounting books, large sums of money sent to unfamiliar recipients, as well as the fact that Grayson had been secretly siphoning money out of the company.

Quietly saving all the evidence onto the USB drive she had plugged into Graysons laptop, Virelle calmly slipped the USB back into her pocket.

To be even more cautious, after returning to her room, she uploaded every file onto the cloud and encrypted them carefully.

The corners of her lips curled upward slightly. These things... Virelle intended to use them as the blows that would destroy that bastard Grayson the moment she left.

At last, Virelle finished packing the very last of her belongings, moving everything she intended to bring into her grandfathers hospital room, ready to leave at any moment.

...

Until one day, while Virelle was at the hospital with her grandfather, Grayson suddenly appeared.

Without warning, he pulled her into an embrace, his manner affectionate as if nothing had ever happened.

Grandpa, today is Virelles and my wedding anniversary.

May I take her out on a date?

Graysons smile was unusually sweet, his gestures gentle like those of a refined gentleman. Virelle wanted to break free, but with her grandfather present, she had no choice but to endure.

Endure it to the point her skin crawled.

Of course.

You two should spend more time enjoying yourselves together. Dont worry about me.

Virelles grandfather smiled kindly as he gently nudged her toward the door, his eyes filled with unmistakable joy.

Not wanting to ruin his good mood, Virelle forced herself to appear happy and clenched her teeth as she went out with Grayson.

The moment they reached the hospital lobby, she yanked her hand away.

Grayson, what do you want?

Who allowed you to come to the hospital?

Virelle glared at him, her eyes full of vigilance. She wanted to leave, but her wrist was seized tightly.

Virelle, who said you could run? Didnt I say were going out to celebrate our anniversary today? Lets go.

Grayson forcefully dragged her into the car and locked the doors. As Virelle panicked and pounded against the window, the car had already sped off like the wind.

It eventually stopped in front of a nightclub.

The sense of unease intensified, Virelles heart pounding faster. Her face turned pale as she struggled, yet she was easily overpowered when Grayson grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.

The blaring music slammed into her ears, like heavy hammers striking her body again and again. The stench of alcohol mixed with cloying perfume clogged her throat, making her stomach churn with nausea.

And those gazes, like blades gliding across her skin.

Her heels scraped harshly against the floor, producing a dry, grating sound as Virelle was hauled forward by Grayson.

Let me go.

Her voice was hoarse, nearly breaking apart.

Bang.

The door behind them slammed shut, completely cutting off the outside world. Grayson pressed close, a cold laugh escaping his throat.

One hand pinned Virelle in place, while the other turned to open the cabinet. His voice dropped into a coaxing murmur, as if Virelle were still the obedient puppet she used to be.

Put it on, darling. Be good.

A lace dress, so thin it could barely conceal anything, was shoved into her hands, making her shudder as if burned. The dress slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

She stood there, stunned, her lips trembling.

What do you mean, Grayson?

As realization dawned, Virelle lifted her head, her voice dry and hollow.

This time, how much are you planning to sell me for?

Grayson merely chuckled softly, a chill settling into the sound.

Dont put it so harshly, darling.

Its just that the company still isnt stable, and I need more money to keep it afloat.

He spoke as though it were the most natural thing in the world, gently stroking Virelles hair, his warm breath brushing against her face.

Help me out a little, will you?

Tonight, there will be billionaires and CEOs bidding for a night with you. Make sure you serve them well.

Virelles mind exploded with a loud crash, her suspicion was right.

She ran upstairs, yet still forced herself to remain calm as she looked at Grayson.

Get a hold of yourself, Grayson.

If you really force me to do this, then I dont mind dragging you down to hell with me.

Virelle let out a cold laugh, staring straight into Graysons eyes.

What do you think will happen if the public finds out your disgusting true nature? Forcing your own wife to serve other billionaires in exchange for benefits?

Have you prepared yourself to face the wave of backlash from the public and your business partners?

Graysons smile stiffened, his bloodshot eyes darkening. He grabbed Virelle by the hair and yanked her head back harshly.

Bitch, are you trying to threaten me?

His gaze turned icy as he sneered.

Too bad your methods are pathetic.

You think anyone would believe the words of a woman like you?

No matter how much news you try to expose, Ill bury every single one of them.

Lets see which one of us gets destroyed first.

Grayson showed no sign of being affected by Virelles threats. Instead, he reached out and gripped her jaw tightly.

Be good. Just drink this glass of wine, and everything will be fine.

The wineglass moved closer and closer, Virelles mouth being forced open. She turned her face away, struggling and thrashing frantically.

Get away from me!

She screamed sharply, kicking Grayson hard.

Get the hell away from me!

But she could not escape.

The icy rim of the glass touched her lips, the cold liquid seeping against her skin. Virelle tried to struggle again but failed, leaving her with no choice but to shut her eyes in despair.

At that exact moment.

Bang.

The door was kicked open violently.

Thud.

The punch landed squarely on Graysons face before he had any chance to react.

She already told you to get lost, are you deaf?

A low, razor-sharp voice rang out above Virelles head, slicing through the chaotic air.

Before Virelle could even comprehend what was happening, thud.

Grayson, who had been restraining her just a moment ago, was now sprawled across the floor, gasping in pain.

The force gripping her wrist vanished, and as Virelle staggered, nearly collapsing, her weakened body was caught by a firm hand, pulled into a chest that was unfamiliar, yet warm.

A faint trace of mint lingered in the air, bringing her an inexplicable sense of comfort, as though the tremors in her heartbeat were being gently soothed.

This scent.

She lifted her head, only to meet Dominics darkened gaze.

Grayson, using the woman by your side to trade for benefits is not something a gentleman would do.

Dominic spoke slowly, his tone laced with mockery.

Grayson clenched his fists and pushed himself up, his expression instantly darkening.

Dominic, this is my family matter.

His voice carried undisguised sarcasm.

I thought you didnt like meddling in other peoples business?

Dominic merely let out a cold laugh, his voice calm yet chilling.

But I do enjoy punishing men who are vile and disgusting.

The bid tonight is canceled. If you dare pull something like this again, I have ways to make your company collapse even faster.

He enunciated each word with deliberate force, then coldly grabbed Virelle and pulled her away.

Virelle didnt know what happened after that, she only saw a group of men rush into the room, followed by Graysons agonized, miserable screams echoing behind her.

By the time she came back to her senses, she was already seated inside Dominics car. The door was shut tight, as though it had completely sealed her off from the outside world.

The car began to move.

Her body was still trembling in waves, her breathing uneven, as if she still couldnt believe any of this was real.

Mr. Ashcroft, I...

Are you alright?

Dominic sat calmly beside her in the back seat, lifting his gaze to look at her. The passing streetlights cast shifting shadows across his face, making his eyes appear even darker, more unfathomable.

Virelle nodded, lowering her eyes slightly in quiet gratitude, but then, as if something crossed her mind, she looked up again.

Why... did you save me?

Dominic let out a soft sound, leaning back against the seat, his posture lazy as he spoke.

Well, my secretary had an appointment with his friend at that nightclub, and he happened to see you being dragged inside by Grayson, looking panicked.

And then, he found out that Grayson was going to organize a bid for your one night.

Dominic spoke as if it were nothing of importance, yet Virelle shook her head faintly.

Thats not what I mean... I mean, why did you save me?

Her voice was hoarse, trembling slightly.

And why are you treating me so well?

She wasnt so self-assured as to believe Dominic loved her at first sight, doing all of this just to protect her.

Besides, in this world, there is no such thing as kindness without a price.

After all, just as Grayson had said, Dominic didnt seem like someone who had the time, or interest, to interfere in other peoples affairs, let alone help those around him.

Because...

Dominics gaze darkened, a fleeting trace of something distant and unfocused passing through his eyes.

You look like someone I once loved, my white moonlight.

So, I suppose I just instinctively wanted to protect you.

She had heard words like this before from Grayson, yet hearing Dominic admit it with his own mouth still left Virelle more surprised than she expected.

She stood there in a daze for a long moment, her lips parting slightly as if to say something, yet every word seemed to lodge in her throat, refusing to come out.

Enough about me, tell me about you.

Why did you get involved with Grayson, and how did you stay with a bastard like him for so long?

Virelle blinked, memories flickering through her mind like fragments of an old film, and she began telling Dominic about her relationship with Grayson, a love that had been difficult, yet once carried its own sweetness.

To be honest, Grayson wasnt always like this.

When we first met in Solvang, he was very gentle...

Dominics ears rang the moment she mentioned Solvang, his gaze wavering as his hand clenched tightly, his breathing seeming to stall.

Solvang...

A vague memory surfaced in his mind, and Dominic suddenly drew a sharp breath, staring at Virelle with urgency.

You used to live in Solvang?

His gaze sharpened abruptly, making Virelle startle, a slight tremor running through her, though she still nodded.

Yes, I have lived in Solvang since I was little. I only moved to Washington later, to get treatment for my grandfather.

Dominics pupils dilated, his breathing growing more uneven, his voice turning unsteady.

How long did you stay in Solvang...

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The sound of Virelles phone rang out, cutting the conversation short. Not quite catching Dominics question, she could only apologize awkwardly as she took out her phone.

Seeing the caller ID display her grandfathers attending physician's name, Virelle hurriedly answered the call.

Miss Ashen, your grandfathers condition has suddenly worsened...

Virelles heart clenched violently, the sensation as if her entire world were collapsing in an instant. A sharp ringing filled her ears, drowning out everything else, and the phone nearly slipped from her grasp.

Then, she heard her own voice, unsteady and distant.

I understand. Ill be at the hospital right away.

After ending the call, Virelle turned to Dominic, her body trembling uncontrollably, panic written all over her face. He immediately understood, his tone decisive as he signaled the driver.

Turn around. Head to the hospital now.

Only then did he speak softly to comfort her. Virelle nodded, yet she heard nothing at all, as though every sound had dissolved into a dull buzzing inside her head.

Her eyes burned, and hot tears fell one by one onto the back of her hand.

By the time they arrived at the hospital, everything unfolded so quickly that Virelle had no time to think.

She listened as the doctor explained her grandfathers condition, signed the consent form for emergency surgery, and.

The surgery fees must be paid immediately, Miss Ashen.

Virelle froze, quickly taking out her phone to calculate how much money she had at that moment.

Only one hundred thousand dollars.

Doctor, I can pay half...."

Ill cover it.

Seeing the panic and helplessness on Virelles face, Dominic stepped forward on his own initiative and followed the doctor to handle the payment procedures. Virelle lifted her head, her reddened eyes turning toward him.

Then hurried after him in confusion.

Mr. Ashcroft, Ill pay you back as soon as I have enough money.

After all, she and Dominic were still practically strangers. The fact that he was willing to help her already meant a great deal to her.

Dominic turned to look at her, calm as though he were speaking about something insignificant.

Dont worry, Virelle.

Your grandfathers surgery is the most important thing right now. Besides, this amount of money means nothing to me.

Theres no need to pay me back. Just consider it my good deed for the day.

Dominic said gently as he led her to the waiting seats.

Thanks to Dominic covering the surgery fees in time, Virelles grandfather was immediately taken into the operating room. As the doors to the emergency ward shut tightly, Virelles strength gave out, and her body slid helplessly down onto the chair.

She buried her face in her hands, tears falling endlessly, her heart aching to the point of suffocation.

Dizziness and helplessness engulfed her, as if she were being dragged into a bottomless abyss. Her breathing felt constricted, as though an invisible force was crushing her chest, leaving her unable to breathe.

Why...

Why had everything turned out like this? Just this afternoon, her grandfather was still in stable condition.

Ms. Ashen, please dont worry...

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Dominics voice was cut off by the sudden ringing of his phone. He stood up and stepped into the hallway to take the call.

When he returned, his expression had grown serious.

Ms. Ashen, I truly want to stay, but theres an urgent matter at the company. I need to leave for Australia immediately to handle it.

Dominic spoke with a hint of apology, and only then did Virelle slowly lift her head, her reddened eyes looking at him with quiet fragility.

Its alright, Mr. Ashcroft. You should go.

Anyway, thank you so much. Youve helped me a lot.

After Dominic left, Virelle was once again alone, waiting outside.

Every passing second felt like torture.

She had no idea how much time had gone by.

She only knew that by the time her tears had nearly run dry, her throat had become so parched she could no longer produce a sound, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Only then did the doors of the operating room finally open.

Ms. Ashen, the surgery was very successful.

That simple sentence made the heavy weight pressing on Virelles heart finally lift. She couldnt hold back her tears, but this time, they were tears of relief and joy.

In the days that followed, Virelle never once left the hospital. Although the surgery had been very successful, her grandfathers health remained extremely fragile.

He could not endure any kind of shock, nor was he in any condition to take a flight or move to Solvang.

The plan to leave would have to be postponed for now.

Virelle revealed none of her emotions. Every day, she carefully looked after her grandfathers weakened health, chatting with him and telling him stories about her recent life, about her happy marriage with Grayson.

Of course, it was all fabricated.

Sometimes, when her grandfather fell asleep, Virelle would sit by the bedside, quietly watching his snow-white hair and the deep lines etched across his face.

And she would wonder whether this deception of hers was right or wrong.

Was she truly doing the right thing?

And when his health improved, if she told him the truth, would he be able to withstand such a shock?

Her mind buzzed painfully, and she didnt dare to think any further.

...

Virelle had thought the worst was already over. But something even more vile came crashing down on her.

Somehow, a video of Virelle entering a hotel room, followed shortly by Dominic, was leaked.

And then came a flood of videos showing Virelle in intimate situations with multiple men, as if she were a promiscuous and depraved woman. Every single one of them, Virelle knew, had been fabricated using AI.

However, the news spread like wildfire, and countless messages filled with insults and harsh accusations flooded in.

Even the comments under her Instagram posts were nothing but malice.

And there was no shortage of messages proposing to her, asking how much it would cost to sleep with her for a night, as though she were nothing more than a commodity to be priced and purchased.

Virelle knew exactly who was behind this, Selene, retaliating for that slap the other day.

Forcing herself to remain composed, she turned off her phone and walked into her grandfathers hospital room as if nothing had happened.

She planned to tell him everything and then leave with him, taking along the divorce certificate that had been delivered that very morning.

Grandpa...

As Virelle stepped into the room, she immediately sensed that something was off.

Her grandfather was holding a phone, the faint glow illuminating his aged face, making the lines upon it seem even deeper. His frail, withered hand pressed against the bed as he slowly stood up and walked toward her.

Virelle had never seen him like this before.

Virelle, my dear daughter... Grayson forced you to do those things, didnt he?

Her grandfathers voice was gentle, yet it sent a chill through her entire body. Her face turned pale, her mind exploding into chaos.

He knew.

Grandpa, I...

You lied to me... and told me you were happy, didnt you?

Virelle tried to conceal the panic on her face as she hurried forward, her steps unsteady.

Grandpa, its not like that.

Then what are those things on the internet?

Her grandfather looked at her intently, as if trying to see through the disguise she had been hiding behind all these days.

Theyre all fake, grandpa.

Virelle spoke each word quickly, only to be cut off.

Is it because of me, Virelle?

Her grandfathers voice faltered, hoarse and strained.

Because of me, you had to do those things, didnt you?

Because Im a burden, because I dragged you down..."

"And your life was ruined, wasnt it?

His aged face twisted in pain, tears streaming down as Virelle hurriedly reached out to wipe them away, her own eyes reddening.

Wait, grandpa. Trust me, its all really fake.

Someone set me up, they used AI to fabricate everything.

She clasped his hand tightly.

Ill deal with it soon, dont worry.

Virelle tried to reassure him, and her grandfather fell silent, as if he truly believed her.

As for Grayson, I and he...

Miss Ashen.

A knock sounded on the hospital room door, the doctors calm voice coming from outside.

Your grandfathers medication needs to be collected immediately. Please come with me for a moment.

Virelles gaze froze as she looked at her grandfather, a sudden unease rising within her.

I...

Go on, Virelle. Ill wait here for you.

Her grandfather smiled gently as he held her hand tightly, warmth passing into her. He even reached out to stroke her hair, just like when she was little.

Then wait for a moment, Ill be back and continue.

But dont believe whats on the internet, its all fake.

Worried, Virelle kept reminding him. Her grandfather nodded, smiling gently and kindly.

Virelle let go of his hand and stepped outside.

...

When she returned, her heart thudded violently.

The moment the door opened, she saw her grandfather sitting on the balcony, his frail figure clinging to the ledge, so thin it seemed a single gust of wind could sweep him away.

Grandpa...

The bag of medicine slipped from Virelles hand, hitting the ground with a dull sound, but she paid it no mind. Her breath caught as she rushed forward in panic, the sound of her heartbeat pounding loudly in her mind.

Her grandfather smiled warmly as always, yet tears silently streamed down his aged face.

Live happily, Virelle.

With me no longer as your burden, you must live for yourself, truly happily.

I love you.

No!

The sense of dread surged stronger, her whole body turning cold as she forced herself to run faster, the cry of panic tearing from her throat.

But it was too late.

The distance of only a few steps had become a distance she would never be able to cross.

At the very moment Virelle reached out her hand, her grandfather leaned back, his frail body falling straight down, disappearing from her sight.

After that, there was no sound at all.

But her heart felt as though it had been hollowed out.

Her vision blurred as Virelle stood frozen in place, as if rooted to the ground, unable to react. Her hand remained outstretched, grasping at nothing but empty air.

Her throat tightened, not a single sound able to escape.

Her world had collapsed.

The pain seeped in with that fall, little by little, penetrating her skin and bones, leaving Virelles mind utterly blank.

She did not know what to do next, only standing there, motionless, like an empty shell.

...

On the day of her grandfathers funeral, the rain poured relentlessly. Thunder roared across the sky, yet the ceremony itself unfolded in silence, with only Virelle in attendance.

Standing before the gravestone, she could not cry, as though her tears had already run dry.

Her heart felt hollow, as if it no longer beat, her gaze dim and lifeless.

She remembered the gentle way her grandfather used to hold her in his arms.

That soft smile was always there to reassure her, no matter what happened.

The egg he would always give her when she was little was the most delicious thing in the world.

And so many other things...

In the end, there was nothing left.

Grandpa...

She clenched her fists. Thinking of the terrible and horrifying things her grandfather had endured before his death, a surge of hatred rose within her.

A man so kind, yet in the final years of his life, he had not only been tormented by illness but also forced to endure devastating emotional shocks.

Grayson and Selene, I will not let them go.

"I will make them pay everything, lose everything."

She ground out each word through clenched teeth, the hatred etched deep into her very bones.

If not for those two despicable people, her grandfather would not have left in such bitterness.

And she would not be left alone in this world.

...

After the funeral, Virelle boarded a plane and left, without leaving behind a single trace.

As she watched the city shrink beneath her gaze, she let out a quiet sigh, countless fragments of memories flashing through her mind.

At the same time, at the airport.

Boss, Ive finished investigating what happened back then.

The urgent voice came through the phone, making Dominic stop in his tracks, his hand tightening around the handle of his suitcase.

The one who saved you in Solvang, it really was Ms. Ashen.

The time she stayed in Solvang matches exactly with when you had your accident.

Dominics grip tightened until his knuckles turned white, his lips trembling slightly.

It was her.

The one who pulled him out of the freezing water, the one who saved him from despair... was her.

The one he had been searching for all these years.

It truly was her.

His heart began to race uncontrollably as Dominic breathed unevenly, speaking in haste.

Where is she now?

There was a hint of hesitation from the other end.

Boss, shes already left.

A second of silence passed.

Dominics gaze turned cold as his grip on the phone tightened further.

Prepare the car.

No matter where she is, I will find her.