I come home and find my husband's female best friend, Winona Langdon, who claims to be one of the guys, sleeping in my bed. I bring up divorce with Lucas Gardner for the 99th time.

This time, he finally snaps. "Natania Simmon, are you done making a scene? Are you throwing a tantrum again just because Winona stayed over at our place and slept in our bed?"

I answer calmly, "That's right."

His friends throw their arms around his shoulders and chime in sarcastically, "Don't take it to heart, Lucas. Women get jealous easily. Oh, how I miss the days when we all slept under the same covers together."

Lucas smiles bitterly and says, "When you guys get married in the future, remember this—you can't afford to mess with jealous women. Still, there's no helping it. Natania just loves me too much. She's trying to scare me by throwing divorce around.

"Listen. In less than three days, she'll come crawling back to me."

The derisive smirk playing on my lips deepens.

In our seven years of marriage, Winona stays at my house whenever she pleases.

I watch with my own eyes as Lucas and Winona grow increasingly inappropriate in their interactions. They reach into each other's pants. They also share the same straw and wash each other's underwear. And now... She even sleeps in my bed!

These last seven years were not love. I was just foolishly blind.

Right in front of everyone, I dial a number and say, "Dad, I'm done messing around out here. Your heiress is ready to come home."

After I ended the call, the living room was dead silent.

Several seconds later, Lucas Gardner's gang of friends burst into howling laughter.

"Heir? Luke, it's a waste of talent for your wife not to join the entertainment industry!"

"Isn't her dad some farmer in the countryside? What is there to inherit? Those pitiful few acres of land?"

"Or maybe it's the village tractor?"

Their heads were tossed back as they laughed till they were close to tears.

Lucas laughed too, but there was a hint of anger and frustration in his smile at my rebelliousness. He approached me before looking down his nose at me.

"Natania, stop with the act. Who are you putting on a show for? Don't you think it's humiliating?"

Instead of answering, I leaned over to grab my bag from beside the couch before taking out something I had prepared beforehand.

With a smack, I tossed a stack of papers onto the coffee table.

Their laughter abruptly ceased when they realized what the papers were.

Two documents were at the very top—a divorce agreement and an agreement to revoke a property gift.

Fixing Lucas with a cold look, I said, "Sign the papers. I paid for this house in full before our marriage, and it's also under my name. As for that BMW X5 you're driving? It was paid for by my father. The contract of purchase is right here to prove it.

"You have 24 hours to get the hell out of my house, and don't forget to take your 'bros' and your trash out with you."

My gaze swept across Winona Langdon as I spoke, and it was clear who I was referring to by "trash".

The smile on Lucas' face instantly froze, disbelief overtaking his expression. He picked up the copy of the house deed, where my name was printed in bold letters in the property owner's name column.

Following that, he took the contract of purchase for the car, where an unfamiliar name was listed as the payor. Attached to it was a bank transaction record signed by my father.

For the first time ever, he felt that things were spiraling out of his control. Nonetheless, that pitiful pride of his refused to let him submit.

"Natania Simmon, are you serious? You're kicking up such a fuss over such a trivial matter? Have you forgotten who was crying and begging to marry me back then? Now that you've grown, you're burning bridges?"

Seeing the escalating situation, Winona rushed over, exuding a sort of "righteous" resentment.

"Tania, what are you doing? Can't you talk nicely and settle things peacefully? Do you have to throw such an epic tantrum? Luke and I are innocent and have an innocent relationship. We're truly just best friends, as I'm like one of the guys! If it bothers you that much, I'll just stop coming over to your house!"

As she spoke, she clung to Lucas' arm so hard that it looked like she was trying to hang herself from him.

"Luke, stop arguing with her! Blame it all on me, alright?" She even punched him as one of the guys would. "This is all your fault! You insisted I come over to stay! Now look at what's happened! I'll leave right away, okay? Don't fight because of me!"

Despite saying that she would leave right away, Winona's feet seemed to have grown roots. She didn't move from her spot at all, even tightening her grip on Lucas.

She had been putting on this "tough girl" act for seven years, and I had long since grown tired of it.

Not even bothering to spare her a glance, I turned to the grim-faced Lucas.

"My lawyer will be here in half an hour. You can talk to him then," I said.

With that, I turned away and headed to the corner where I had left the suitcase I had packed earlier.

A pitch-black Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting quietly for me downstairs.

Adrian Collart, our family's butler, opened the car door for me. With a bow, he greeted, "Welcome home, Ms. Simmon."

I nodded at the older man, handing him my suitcase before slipping inside the car.

As Adrian shut the door, I spotted Lucas and his friends crowding around the window, their eyes wide and jaws dropped like fools. They were standing so close that their faces were practically up against the glass.

Lucas' expression went from shocked to lost, then finally, panicked. As though trying to bolster his own courage and protect what remained of his dignity, he bellowed at his friends, "It's just an act! That must be a rented car! Just you wait and see! She'll come crying back to me within three days!"

The smile curving my lips became even sharper.

"Lucas Gardner, enjoy your blustering for what it's worth and while you still can. Because starting from tomorrow, you won't even have that right," I thought.

The inside of the car was so silent that there was only the faint whistling of the air conditioning.

I leaned back against the genuine leather seats and shut my eyes.

After seven long years, I was finally returning to the world I belonged to.

…

Adrian opened the car door before moving to stand aside respectfully.

When I exited the car, my father, Theodore Simmon, was already waiting for me by the front doors. His eyes instantly reddened when he saw me.

"To think that my daughter would be humiliated by that ungrateful wretch for seven entire years!"

My older brother, Caleb Simmon, shoved a glass of warm milk into my cold hands. His gaze was as sharp as daggers as he asked, "Tania, tell me, how would you like Lucas to pay?"

Cradling the warm glass, I shook my head. The dust of humility that had settled over my eyes in the past seven years had now been replaced with chilling frost.

"No need, Caleb. This time, I want to take action personally. I want him to know that everything he's ever prided himself on is nothing but child's play to me."

I took off the plain clothes I had been wearing for the past three years and tossed them in the trash, then changed into a tailored white Chanel dress. After that, I walked toward a mirror and took a good look at myself.

The woman staring back at me had perfect makeup and a cool, detached gaze, her presence once again that of a heiress to a prestigious family.

Gone was the lowly Natania of the past seven years, the one who endured everything in silence and whose world revolved around her husband and the kitchen. She had been thoroughly buried, left in the past.

I, Natania Simmon, heiress to the Simmon family, was back.

…

Meanwhile, Lucas was currently experiencing a small earthquake in his world.

My lawyer had come with two bodyguards and kicked him out of the house with professional efficiency. All of Lucas' so-called friends had also fled, running faster than they ever had. Only Winona remained behind, clinging to him while wailing.

"Luke, how could they do this to you? This is your home!"

Anxious and frustrated, Lucas fished out his car key and pressed a button. Not far away, the headlights of a BMW X5 flashed.

He yanked open the car door, planning on taking Winona to a hotel for now. All the while, he was cursing me, "Damn it, that crazy bitch! I'm definitely teaching her a lesson when I get back!"

However, he had barely driven out of the neighborhood when the dashboard suddenly went dark, and the engine stopped working. Like a hunk of scrap metal, the car stopped right there in the middle of the road. No matter how hard he tried, the engine refused to start up again.

Several minutes later, a tow truck arrived. The two men inside it didn't even consult him before hooking the car up and getting ready to tow it away.

Seeing that, Lucas charged over to confront them. "What are you doing? This is my car!"

The driver, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, simply glanced at him before showing him the work order on his phone.

"We're here under Ms. Simmon's orders. She says she doesn't want this car anymore, so we're supposed to tow it away to be scrapped."

Just like that, Lucas and Winona were dumped by the busy roadside like two abandoned dogs.

The night was cold, and when a strong gust of wind blew by, their situation became even more miserable.

Winona's sobbing grew louder. "Luke, my handbag is still in the car! It's the Hermes bag you bought for me just last month!"

Beyond frustrated and annoyed, Lucas snapped at her, "Stop crying! Is that all you know how to do? This is all your fault!"

Even then, he still thought I was just throwing a tantrum—making a big deal out of nothing, as I usually did.

Lucas borrowed Winona's phone, found my number in her contact list, and sent me a message.

"Natania Simmon, are you done with your tantrum? Just stop with the nonsense already! I'm giving you three days to calm down. If you come crawling back to apologize to me, then I'll let this matter go!"

Meanwhile, I was sitting in the wine cellar with Caleb, listening to a progress report on my plan to take down Lucas while sampling a bottle of '82 Lafite.

When my phone vibrated, I picked it up and checked it, only to see that message. Scoffing, I simply replied with a concise, "Fuck off."

Then I took a picture of Caleb and me clinking glasses and sent it to Lucas on a whim.

In the photo, the wine racks behind me were filled with countless expensive vintage wines. The sheer lavishness of the sight stung at Lucas' eyes.

He stared at his phone, a crack finally appearing in that blind self-confidence of his as a sense of unease and helplessness welled in him like never before.

…

Caleb swirled the red wine in his glass and spoke in a mild tone, as though he were talking about the weather.

"How many minutes will it take to freeze all of his credit cards?"

Taking a sip of wine, I answered placidly, "Three minutes are enough. Then, let him get a taste of what it means to be cut off at the source. All his major clients only signed with him on account of the Simmon family, so terminate those accounts."

Calab snapped his fingers, and the assistant standing off to the side instantly nodded and went off to do as ordered. He then turned to me, smiling. "Tania, your decisive ruthlessness really reminds me of Dad in his prime."

However, I didn't return the smile. This was only the appetizer.

…

Lucas brought Winona to a five-star hotel to book an executive suite. He wanted to use this way to tell himself that he could still live a good life without me.

The receptionist accepted his card and swiped it.

"Excuse me, sir, but your card has been frozen."

Surprised, Lucas handed her another card.

"This one has been frozen, too.

"Sir, this one as well."

He brought out every card in his wallet, and with every failed attempt, the receptionist's smile grew increasingly cold and professional.

The other hotel guests were also staring at Lucas, their gazes feeling like needles on his skin.

By then, Winona's expression was rather dark. She discreetly took a small step back to distance herself from him.

"How is this possible? My card limits are all very high!"

Cold sweat dotted Lucas' forehead, and he decided to call the bank's customer service right there and then, in front of everyone. He even put the call on loudspeaker mode.

"My apologies, Mr. Gardner, but your account has been placed under risk control. Your overall credit rating has been downgraded to the lowest level, and all credit services under your name have been suspended."

The call ended with a beep, which rang out particularly loudly in the dead silence of the lobby.

For the first time ever, the way Winona looked at him took on a disdainful edge.

Just as Lucas was at his wits' end, the CEO of the company called him and exploded in a rage like never before.

"Lucas Gardner, what the fuck have you done? Global Universe, Cosmos Science, and Oceania have all unilaterally cancelled their orders! Do you have any idea of the extent of the losses our company has incurred? Get the hell back here right now! If you fail to retain our clients, then you can kiss your job goodbye!"

Lucas was thoroughly dumbfounded. Those few companies were his most stable and core clients, the ones that landed him the sales director position. How could they have suddenly decided to abandon him overnight?

Nearby, Winona's eyes took on a speculative gleam. She comforted Lucas with fake sincerity, "Luke, don't panic just yet. There must be some kind of misunderstanding…"

At the same time, she stealthily took out her phone and searched my name on the internet. She had finally realized that there was more to me than met the eye. I wasn't just some daughter of a farmer from the countryside, as I claimed.

Meanwhile, under the guise of a mysterious overseas investor, I met Jeremy Luther, a collaboration partner whom Caleb had arranged for me. We were dining at a restaurant that Lucas and I used to frequent last time.

I also informed my team to contact Lucas' business rival. I wanted to acquire the company, then slowly have fun with my revenge.

As I expected, Lucas was staking out the restaurant in hopes of seeing me. He had likely set aside all pride to come here, thinking that as long as he surrendered, I would forgive him just like how I used to.

He got to see me, alright, and also the man with me.

I was smiling as I toasted Jeremy, not even sparing Lucas a glance.