Chapter 1

On the day of my parents' funeral, Maddox took my grave plot to bury Kinley's deceased dog instead.

"The young woman is grieving over her pet and she's on edge, plus she's recently pregnant. It's just a grave marker; let her have it," he said, tossing divorce papers in front of me. "She's young and fiery, threatening to abort the baby without proper recognition. Let's finalize the divorce now, and once the baby is born, you can return."

I clutched the urn and signed, feeling numb.

Back home, as I packed my bags, I overheard the mocking laughter of his friends.

"Now that she's got no parents, Maddox can do whatever he wants with her," one sneered. "Maybe once the baby arrives, she'll beg to be the nanny!"

Maddox chuckled, indifferent. "Violette is just my pet. She'll never leave me."

I stood there, numb to the scene unfolding before me, when my phone rang.

A familiar voice broke through: "Violette, I'm not dead... I'm back."

I covered my mouth in disbelief, overwhelmed with emotion. It was Cristian, the only man I've ever truly loved. Could it be? He wasn't dead?

In shock, I accidentally hung up. Trembling, I reached to call him back when the door burst open and Maddox appeared.

"Who are you trying to impress with those tears? It's just a game, don't be dramatic," Maddox said, frowning.

In his presence, I slipped the phone back into my pocket.

Once inside, Maddox's friends eyed me maliciously.

"She's such a pushover, getting told off like that."

"If she doesn't behave, Maddox might toss her aside, and she'll be begging at the door."

Their laughter echoed through the room. I stood there, having heard these taunts a million times before, numb to them now.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Maddox tossed a divorce agreement on the table and said nonchalantly, "The young lady is being unreasonable, claiming her dog appeared in a dream telling her to fight for the grave plot."

"Be patient; I've bought another plot for your parents as compensation."

"This is the divorce agreement. Sign it and move out. Once the baby is here, I'll bring you back. You'll still be the lady of the Torres household."

I stared at the divorce papers. Once upon a time, I might have felt reluctant. For the past five years, I've been obedient to Maddox.

Everyone thought I adored him, that I couldn't live without him.

But the truth is, I stayed with him because his face reminded me of the love I lost.

Looking at him, even as he hurt me time and again, I put up with it.

But now, the phone call from earlier echoed in my mind, and without hesitation, I signed my name.

Seeing how determined I was, Maddox's brow furrowed slightly.

His friends erupted into jeers: "She's bold, probably bluffing."

Ignoring their taunts, I turned to pack my belongings.

Just as I reached the stairs, Kinley, the woman Maddox adored, blocked my path.

Caressing her belly with a smug smile, she advanced on me.

I frowned, eager to leave, and turned away, but she grabbed my arm.

Leaning in, she whispered venomously, "So what if you're his wife? You're out, and I'm in."

"Being robbed of a grave feels bad, right? Wonder if your parents know. They'd turn over in their graves, two dead people less worthy than a dog!"

Her vile words about my parents unleashed my long-suppressed rage.

I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Kinley fell to the ground, clutching her cheek and crying loudly, "Violette, I just wanted to explain, why did you hit me? My belly, it hurts!"

Before she finished, I was suddenly shoved heavily to the ground.

It was Maddox, rushing to Kinley's side, holding her close, and glaring at me like ice.

"Violette, I've spoiled you too much!"

"You'll stay here. If anything happens to Kinley, it's on you!"

He turned away and took Kinley into a room, calling in a family doctor.

I glanced at the door; the bodyguards blocked it, surrounded by onlookers, their eyes filled with schadenfreude.

I knew I wasn't leaving anytime soon.

I retreated to the bathroom, locked the door, and with trembling hands, dialed the number again.

Cristian picked up almost immediately, relief flooding his voice.

"Violette, I tried calling multiple times after we got disconnected."

He talked a lot, bringing tears to my eyes once again.

This time, I was certain—it really was my love, whom I thought lost forever.

He was alive, and soon he'd come to take me away.

Through my choked sobs, I gave him my location.

"Violette, wait for me. I'll be there soon."

Chapter 2

The screen on my phone had just gone dark when I heard the click of the lock turning, breaking the silence. Maddox stormed into the room, his face twisted with anger.

"You've got time to make phone calls, even after what you did to Kinley?" he snapped, grabbing my arm harshly. Before I could react, my back hit the doorframe, and I let out a pained gasp.

Two bodyguards jumped into action, each grabbing one of my arms. They dragged me into the bedroom, forcing me to kneel by Kinley's bedside.

"Kinley was just frightened," Maddox said coolly, "nearly lost the baby. You'll stay here until she calms down."

With that, Maddox turned away, gently encouraging Kinley to take her medication. Out of his sight, she shot me a smug smile, her eyes challenging.

I bit my lip so hard it drew blood, but the pain went unnoticed. How could I ever have mixed up Maddox, cold and ruthless, with Cristian, warm and loving?

Time dragged on, and the sharp pain in my knees grew worse. Just when I thought I couldn't bear it anymore, barking echoed from downstairs.

Kinley's eyes sparkled. "My new dog is finally here!"

She whispered something to Maddox, and his gaze flickered. Kinley pouted, clinging to his arm and swinging it playfully.

Maddox seemed to make up his mind and headed downstairs. When he returned, he was holding the urns with my parents' ashes.

I stared, stunned, a terrible feeling settling in my stomach. "What are you planning?"

Kinley feigned innocence, covering her mouth with a giggle. "You know what they say about dogs loving bones, right? I'm curious—if we grind them up, will they still eat them? Since we've got bones already, why not let the dog have a taste? Just a little, right? You wouldn’t mind, Violette?"

Her words struck me like a lightning bolt, freezing my blood. They were going to feed my parents' ashes to the dog!

Fury surged through me as I shouted, “Kinley! If you touch my parents' ashes, I'll never let you get away with it!”

"She's so scary, Maddox," Kinley whimpered, huddling into his arms.

He held her close, his expression darkening as he yelled at me, "Enough! It's just a little ash, and you're making a fuss?"

"That's your punishment for messing with Kinley."

I shook with rage. "Maddox, if you have any decency left, give me back the urns! Or I'll hate you forever!"

"Hate me?" Maddox knelt down suddenly, grabbing my chin tightly.

"You're just a pet to me, Violette. What right do you have to talk about hate?"

With those words, he nodded to Kinley. She gleefully instructed Everest to bring over a bowl of dog food, emptying the entire contents of my father's urn into it right before my eyes.

When she moved to pour my mother's ashes, Maddox frowned. "Weren't we just using a little bit? Isn't this too much?"

"Maddox!" Kinley pouted, "Didn't you promise to help teach her a lesson? I nearly had a miscarriage because of her. If you don't put her in her place, she'll trample all over you."

His hesitation vanished, and he folded his arms, watching the scene with cold detachment. "You're right. It's time to teach her, so she remembers her place."