Taking advantage of the fact that the Rivera family members were busy arguing downstairs, I managed to obtain the irrefutable evidence that I wanted.

Curiously enough, the ever-cautious Scott had left such important documents lying openly in the cabinet this time. He hadn't even locked it.

As I was exiting the study, I bumped headfirst into Johan.

He reached out to steady me, then glanced down at my legs. He frowned. "Why are you running around when your legs aren't fully healed yet? Just stay put and don't cause trouble for me."

In a flash of panic, I hid the documents behind my back before balling them up and stuffing them in my pocket.

After dinner, I followed Johan back to his residence in the suburbs.

For so many years, Scott had planted me next to Johan to spy on him under the guise of cultivating our relationship for the engagement.

Johan had caught on to this many times, and because of that, he became increasingly disgusted with me.

He once glared at me, yelling, "Are you Grandpa's lackey or something?"

He would never understand that some things were beyond one's control when living under someone else's roof.

Over the next few days, I was busy running myself ragged in preparation to expose solid evidence against Rivera Group.

Johan noticed something was off with me. He confronted me as I was about to leave the house for the third time today.

"What have you been so busy with for the past few days?" he demanded. "You're rarely home."

I originally wanted to gloss over the topic, but Johan didn't appreciate my evasive attitude and glared sternly at me.

"What mission has Grandpa given you this time? Aren't you going to continue spying on me as my annoying stalker anymore?"

I understood the implication behind his words. He was accusing me of neglecting him recently.

I looked at him and smiled. "You don't need to concern yourself with my affairs, Mr. Rivera. You should hurry up and prepare for your wedding in half a month."

Johan frowned and said unhappily, "My affairs are none of your business. Also, I honestly didn't expect you to be such a generous woman. Your fiancé's about to marry another woman, but here you are, still making sarcastic remarks with such composure."

I sneered at him. "What else did you expect? Am I supposed to cry, throw a tantrum, and beg you to marry me?"

Johan felt speechless for a moment, his expression turning dark and unreadable.

Just then, his cell phone rang. He looked down and saw that it was Lucy calling him.

He clenched his fists, exhaled, then walked past me to answer the call.

Seeing that he was no longer standing in my way, I walked toward the door without a backward glance.

Johan yelled angrily at me, but I pretended not to hear him.

I would also no longer listen to anything he had to say in the future.

My days of being dependent on others and allowing myself to be manipulated by them were almost over. Once I made the truth public, I would truly begin a new chapter of my life.

By the time I finished my preparations, it was already late at night and raining heavily. I hailed a taxi, thoroughly exhausted. I was soaked to the skin the moment I got out of the car.

Johan was standing in the doorway, looking at my miserable appearance.

I hadn't brought an umbrella, so I shielded my head with my hands and ran toward the house.

When I reached the door, I entered the password for the door lock over and over again, but the door remained locked.

I could see Johan's smiling face reflected in the windows—he was making fun of me again.

Every time I got on his nerves, he would always come up with ways to humiliate me.

This time, however, I did not cower and beg for mercy.

Instead, I turned and ran back into the rain.

Johan panicked when he saw me turn and leave. He opened the door and rushed out of the house, but I continued forward without looking back.

Because of the rain, my high heels unfortunately became stuck in the mud that was seeping out onto the roads. I couldn't pull them out.

Just then, Lucy's shrill, whiny voice rang out from inside the house.

"Are you leaving me alone in the room for the sake of another woman, Johan?" she scolded. "You're not allowed to go after her! If you take one more step forward, I'll break up with you!"

My clothes were soaked through, my shoes were stuck in the mud, and my aggravated leg injury was causing me unbearable pain. All in all, I looked downright miserable right now.

Just as I was struggling to get my high heels out of the mud, a white light suddenly illuminated the night.

A car stopped in front of me, and Christian got out of it, the rain quickly soaking through his suit.

He had still been at a press conference an hour ago, defending himself against the accusations thrown at him by Johan and Lucy in front of the media. However, he was now standing in front of me and leaning down to pull my feet out of the mud.

"Why are you here?" I asked, staring blankly at him as Johan's angry shout rang out behind me.

"Christian? Since when did you get together with him, Raelyn? This is an act of betrayal toward me!"

I turned and looked into Johan's bloodshot eyes. They looked the same as they had five years ago.

In the first few years after joining the Rivera family, I lived in Rivera Manor with Scott, Edwin, and Alice. As such, I was often subjected to dirty looks from them.

The household staff employed by the Riveras was extremely observant. Seeing that the Riveras disliked me, they would bully me with increasing brazenness.

"She's freeloading off other people without doing any work. What a shameless brat."

"Exactly. Why don't you help us with some work so that you don't look too much like a beggar?"

The Riveras would turn a blind eye to the dirty, menial work that I did for the household staff.

This continued until the time that the staff banded together to pour dirty cleaning water all over me.

Johan, who had coincidentally returned to the manor for a visit, happened to witness that scene.

It was the first time I had seen him get angry.

He scolded all those staff members, kicked them out of the manor, and then took me back to live with him in his villa in the suburbs.

It was also at that time that Scott assigned me to monitor him.

The first thing Johan had said to me back then was devoid of any kindness.

"Are you an idiot? You don't fight back even when being bullied by others. I already told you that the Riveras are all a bunch of bastards."

As that was the first time anyone had ever genuinely helped me, I had stood there and looked at him blankly. "Are you… Are you helping me?"

Johan had sneered and turned around at that. "Don't overthink it. They should've thought of who you belonged to before messing with you. I just couldn't stand to see them playing dirty tricks right under my nose."

He was later punished by Edwin for his actions and ended up having to stand miserably in the rain.

My heart had gone out to him back then, and I felt a hint of genuine affection for him.

But after five years of interacting with him, I realized that he was just as despicable as the other Riveras at heart!

The young man, who used to despise the Riveras' dirty methods the most, had now also adopted their ways and teamed up with Lucy to slander Christian.

As I looked at Johan through the rain, his face seemed to overlap with that of the Johan in my memories. He felt both foreign and familiar at the same time.

When I heard his accusations toward me, I looked at him and sneered. "You say I betrayed you? I never belonged to you, Johan. And what's more, you were the one who betrayed me first."

Johan showed a rare look of confusion at my words, but quickly reverted to his angry expression. "I can give you one more chance, Raelyn. If you come to me and choose to stand by my side unconditionally, I can forget everything that happened in the past!"