At Dewberry Manor, Xavier lounged on the living room couch after returning home and didn't bother turning on the lights.He was so worn out that he massaged his temples while resting. Yet, his eyes soon snapped wide open as he abruptly woke from his sleep. It was odd because he'd had another nightmare. Not to mention, it was about Yvette. He couldn't believe he had dreamt about Yvette dying and that it had felt so real. When he looked at his phone, he realized it was only 4:00 am. It was the end of their cool-off period, and they agreed to finalize their divorce together today. Xavier couldn't help but text Yvette. "Don't forget that we're finalizing our divorce today."Yvette was on the brink of losing her consciousness when she received that text. Even so, she forced herself to send a voice message in response. "Sorry, I might not make it… But don't worry. We'll definitely get a divorce."Her death naturally meant their marriage would no longer be in effect.Xavier inex
"Got it." Terrence approached Claude, intending to snatch Yvette away from the latter.To his shock, he had just reached out when Claude kicked him onto the ground with immense force. With a loud thud, Terrence landed on the ground, far away. It hurt so bad that he clutched his chest, struggling to speak.Seeing that, Yara hastened to help him up. She shot a fiery look at Claude. "How dare you kick my son!"Claude carried Yvette while his eyes exuded a frosty, hostile stare. Rainwater dripped from each strand of his hair as he approached the mother-and-son duo. It was as if he had transformed into a demon.He growled, "Do you have a death wish?"Yara and Terrence were terrified of him. They didn't dare utter a word.As Claude carried Yvette away, he turned to remind Yara of something. "Yvvy's will mentioned a recording she kept. In the recording, you promised you would have nothing to do with her from now on. I hope you haven't forgotten about it."Yvette would rather die th
Xavier listened silently. His gaze darkened, but he didn't respond to Tristan's derogatory words. It was precisely because of his indulgence that no one had treated or respected Yvette as a person. Be it Tristan, Shannon, Mark, or even the household staff at the manor, no one had shown her any regard.Tristan left in a hurry after he received a phone call.After he left, Xavier subconsciously picked up his phone. He noticed a missed call from Yvette.He dialed back but was greeted by a monotonous, pre-recorded female voice. "Sorry. The number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."Xavier threw his phone aside in annoyance. Then, he stood up and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window before lighting a cigarette.What Yvette had said earlier at dawn about her regrets echoed in his mind. A bitter taste rose in Xavier's throat. As he coughed heavily twice, he heard a woman's voice from behind him. "You should smoke less, Xav. It's bad for your healt
Outside the window, the wind howled. Yvette's pale, slender hand rested on her abdomen. Her gaze was vacant. Claude had just told her that the doctor had discovered she was pregnant.Yvette felt sullen; she had conceived the baby at a bad time.Viola studied Yvette's gaze, which was hollow and devoid of any will to live. She made a tough decision right then and there. "Yvette."It took a while for Yvette to come to her senses. She turned her head toward Viola and responded, "Yes, Viola?"With reddened eyes, Viola gently brushed the stray hairs away from Yvette's temples with her hand, which was marked with signs of aging. "Yvette, I don't have children and have always treated you as my own daughter. I wish, above all else, for you to have a healthy life. Being wealthy and affluent isn't really that important. "How can I live on if my only daughter yearns for death?"Yvette's eyes widened at the sight of Viola grabbing a fruit knife. "I took care of you until you were ten
About a month into summer, the areas to the south often experienced heavy torrential rain. In the days following Yvette's discharge from the hospital, Claude made time to keep her company. Yvette suffered from the aftereffects of taking a copious amount of sleeping pills. Her physical condition had worsened compared to before. However, she was in good spirits. Even when she didn't feel like eating, she would force herself to eat as much as she could.She never mentioned Xavier's name when Claude was around—not even once.Perhaps she knew she might succumb to the pain if she brought him up. She didn't want to subject Claude to negative emotions because of her, either. When Yvette was alone, she would stare at Xavier's WhatsApp profile picture. She wondered how she should bring up the topic of divorce with him again.One day, as Yvette was returning home after buying groceries, someone stood in her way and blocked her path.It was Daphne. She had a pair of sunglasses and a ma
Yvette finally understood what Daphne had meant by her parting words. The latter had resorted to complaining about her to Xavier. Before Yvette could respond, Xavier spoke again, "Our divorce is between us. You shouldn't have gotten physical with Daphne. She's in the hospital now."Yvette was stunned for a moment. Then, she quickly realized the situation. She hadn't expected that Daphne would resort to such despicable tactics to frame her. What was even more incredulous was that Xavier actually believed it."Believe it or not, I just happened to meet her. I did nothing to her." Yvette then hung up immediately.In the hospital, Xavier's expression became strained. Daphne lay on the hospital bed with a bandaged forehead. After that brief meeting with Yvette, she had hit her own head and accused Yvette of the act. "I just wanted to have a proper talk with her, but she…"Daphne didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she took out a stack of photos and handed them to Xavier. She'd ha
Mark wasn't advising her—he was educating her. In the past, literally everyone had had the right to lecture Yvette. From Xavier's family members to Mark, the secretaries, and even the household staff at the manor, everyone could "advise" her as they pleased. Back then, Yvette had to smile back and pretend to be grateful. But now she was tired of constantly allowing others to belittle her.Her hands, which were hanging by her sides, clenched into fists. She shot a cold glare at Mark and said, "So what if he's angry? What does that have to do with me? If you have nothing else to say, please leave."Mark felt a chill in his heart from her icy gaze. Before he could react, Yvette slammed the door shut in his face. This was the first time Yvette had turned him away. In the past, he was always the one who treated her indifferently. Why had the tables turned now? Could it be that she truly no longer wished to please Xavier?…Yvette knew that Mark would certainly tell on her once
Despite how afraid Yvette was, she could only cautiously protect her abdomen. After what felt like an eternity, Xavier finally stopped. "Don't make me angry, Yvette." Xavier breathed heavily. Yvette could barely make out his words. She had a vacant look in her eyes as she asked, "Didn't you say you would never touch me? What do you think you're doing now?"After saying that, she buried her face in the pillow. Xavier failed to notice how pale her face had become. She then said, "Does your beloved know about this? If she knew, she would be angry, wouldn't she?"In the past, Yvette had thought Xavier could be heartless but also deeply loyal to the woman he loved. Now, she only found him to be unbearably unpleasant. When she said "beloved", Xavier knew she was referring to Daphne. "Did you think about that when you were with Claude?" His words pierced her heart like a knife.Xavier wasn't one to suppress his grievances when faced with a woman, especially not when the woman w