Waking up once more, I found myself resting on the bed.

Next to me sat the clothes I still had not completely packed.

Suddenly, Tristan pushed the door wide and entered.

He looked over at me, then tightly frowned. “Sybil has not felt good these recent days. Prepare her some light food.”

I quietly shut my eyes.

Tristan noticed my silent refusal. He did not mind and spoke, “Lexie, those tasks are what you must handle. After all, you still owe me.”

Right away, I opened my eyes and stared at him. “I owe you nothing.”

My voice sounded dry.

Tristan only thought it funny after hearing that and actually started counting things. “You owe me nothing? Then haven’t your meals, outfits, everyday costs, and the rest of these five years all been paid by me?”

“Your parents’ hospital bills and funeral costs. Were they not all paid by me?”

“And the benefits you received from my mother during holidays, which one did not come from my family?”

“If I had not supported your food and shelter, how could you have enjoyed such comfortable care?”

I gripped the corner of the blanket. My heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, endless cold needles rushing inside and stabbing my heart with pain.

From the time Sybil returned to the country five years earlier, Tristan hadn’t given me even one dollar. My living expenses and daily spending had all come from me working ten part-time jobs.

And my parents’ hospital costs had been traded with my marriage and my womb.

Not to mention that whenever Everleigh handed me gifts in front of Tristan, she later quietly sent people to take them back once Tristan wasn’t nearby.

But I couldn’t say any of this.

Watching me silently, Tristan assumed I had nothing to say because of guilt.

The side of his lips rose into a proud smile, and his voice suddenly grew a little gentler. “Alright, stop making a scene. As long as you properly look after Sybil, I’ll make it up to you.”

Was this counted as giving a sweet date after a slap?

I didn’t bother to argue with him and quietly looked away.

Tristan noticed my calm look, and an unease flashed through his heart.

“Tristan…”

Downstairs, Sybil softly cried, and Tristan walked away without turning back.

At that same moment, a notice appeared on my phone.

[The divorce process is finished. Your documents have also been successfully canceled. The flight is tomorrow morning at nine. Take what belongs to you and leave fast.]

I quickly sent back a short reply. [Okay.]

The noise of a car engine came from outside. I dragged my tired body and started to pack my belongings.

Around two and a half hours later, I arranged three or four boxes, then gave every one of them to poor mountain villages.

When the final box was taken away, Tristan drove back.

Seeing those items, suspicion rose in his heart. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t even turn around. “Throwing out some useless garbage.”

Including you, this garbage.

Tristan didn’t doubt further. Instead, he hurried forward, seized my wrist, and without another word pulled me outside.

I struggled, but it was useless, and I asked, “What are you doing? Didn’t you go be with Sybil?”

Tristan pushed me into the car and said seriously, “She just had a miscarriage. The hospital doesn’t have a match for blood. Go donate blood to her.”

I gave a faint, cold smile and questioned, “Didn’t you say five days ago she was on her period and couldn’t touch cold water?”

Tristan’s face showed a brief moment of awkwardness, and his expression froze.

I understood everything in an instant.

Back then, those words were just to send me away. Now that trouble had come, he couldn’t hide the truth anymore.

Tristan kept his face controlled and looked straight ahead as he said, “Her boyfriend is abroad right now. It’s not convenient to expose her pregnancy.”

“Alright, just donate the blood. After you’re done, I’ll give you the necklace you liked.”

Even now, Tristan still thought I was a gold digger.

I looked out the window, holding back the pain in my eyes.

As early as two months ago, I had already heard that Sybil was pregnant.

I just didn’t dare believe it. Later, when I saw Tristan firmly protecting Sybil in court, his eyes occasionally drifting to her stomach, I understood everything.

Forced to the hospital for blood donation, I sat in the collection room in silence. By the time 600cc was taken, my vision was already dark, and my head was spinning.

Tristan’s face darkened. “Keep drawing. Sybil is not out of danger yet.”

The nurse coldly continued drawing my blood.

After another 300cc was taken, I could no longer hold on and blacked out.

A brief look of guilt flashed in Tristan’s eyes. Just as he was about to come over to help me, the bodyguard outside reported, “President Cohen, Miss Cardenas is safe now.”

Tristan dropped the words, “Take care of her. I’ll check on her later.”

Then he rushed away.

When I woke up again, Tristan still didn’t come back.

It was already nighttime, and I had been left in the corridor with no one caring.

After resting for a bit, I got up and headed downstairs. As soon as I reached the underground parking area, I spotted a familiar car nearby.

Inside the driver’s seat, Tristan and Sybil were kissing passionately.

My stomach turned violently. I immediately covered my mouth and hurried away in panic.

After leaving the underground parking lot, I took a taxi to City Hall to claim my divorce certificate and new documents.

Once I had them, just as I was about to find a hotel for the night, three or four drunk men suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Little miss, where are you off to have fun so late?”

I watched them carefully.

The sky slowly dimmed, and the streetlights along the road turned on.

After one man saw my face clearly, he suddenly said with a smile, “Oh wow, isn’t this the used shoe from the internet that costs fifty cents for one night?”

My heart shook.

That was Tristan deliberately spreading lies about me. I didn’t expect it to still be posted online and had not been removed.

Another man immediately grew curious and rushed toward me. “So it is a used shoe, then tonight we are going to enjoy ourselves well!”

I quickly moved aside, but was soon held down tightly by the other two.

Seeing that they were about to pull me into the dark alley, I hurriedly pleaded for mercy. “I have money. I am Tristan’s wife. I can give money.”

“Do not touch me. As long as you call him, he will surely give money.”

Worried they cared less than cash, I worked hard to persuade them. “Think about it. After taking the cash, you can go look for other beautiful women, and you will not even need to worry about being chased.”

“And I am Tristan’s legally married wife. It is only that we have some problems now; it does not mean we will not make up.”

One man saw that I spoke honestly, and his drunken state faded by more than half.

Half-convinced, he pulled out my phone and told me to open it and make the call.

I did every step one by one, but after the call rang for a long time, nobody picked up.

Not willing to quit, I kept calling. The second time it was cut off at once; the third time it was finally picked up

As soon as the line connected, the lead man grabbed it away. “Hello, you are Tristan, right? Your wife is here with us. Hurry and send some cash, or we will not stay nice.”

At the other end, Tristan had the speaker turned on, and Sybil beside him also heard plainly.

She dropped her tone and moved near his ear, whispering, “I just checked with the bodyguard. Lexie is lying in the ward right now. If you do not trust it, see for yourself.”

While she talked, she lifted her phone and passed it to Tristan. In the picture, I was resting calmly and quietly.

Tristan coldly smiled. “Then handle her however you like.”

A fake, just picking up a phone and daring to take his cash? Even daring to pretend to be his wife?

Although Lexie always threw little tantrums no matter the time and always felt jealous of his supporter, Sybil, once he returned Sybil’s kidney favor, he would head back and soothe her properly.

The call was coldly cut off. I stared at the phone screen, turning black in despair.

Several adult men roughly pulled me toward the alley. They released all their anger on me, and the force in their hands showed no mercy.

The ache pulled me back to awareness. I hurriedly fought and said, “I carry a contagious illness! Since you are not scared of being infected, then I will bite my tongue and let you get infected too!”

The leader did not trust it. “Who are you trying to trick?”

In hopelessness, I could only “confess” that I was a “used shoe.”

“Tristan already said I am a used shoe. Then I must have been with many men and already been infected. Do you still want to touch me?”

“Since you’re not scared, then before I die, pulling a few of you down with me is not impossible!”

While I spoke, I bit my finger hard and stretched it toward them.

Several of them were so scared that they ran away in panic.

Taking advantage of their shocked moment, I quickly turned around and went to look for a hotel to check into.

Until nine o’clock the next morning, when I finally got on the plane, I felt that I had welcomed a new life.

Goodbye, South Fairview.

Goodbye, Tristan.

Goodbye, my ridiculous five years of youth.

The airplane flew across the sky. Tristan stood inside the office of the building, watching that long line in the sky, his chest faintly hurting.

As though something valuable was slipping away.

Instantly, the loud ringing of the phone broke his thoughts.

Tristan saw it was Everleigh calling, so he tapped accept.

He only heard her say, “Tristan, next month you and Sybil should hold an engagement party. She is pregnant. The Cohen family’s blood absolutely cannot stay outside.”

Tristan frowned. “Mom, what nonsense are you saying? Lexie and I are already married. Cheating is illegal…”

“Oh, her. She already received the divorce papers and left. Don’t worry, Mom has settled everything for you.”

Tristan suddenly paused, and the phone immediately dropped from his hand.