“If she actually gets buried in the Stephens cemetery, my depression will never get better as long as I live!”

The moment Brent heard it, he pulled her into his arms, all tenderness, then turned a frigid gaze toward the bodyguards standing nearby.

“How does someone who died such a wretched death deserve a place in the Stephens family plot? Haul her off to the crematorium and burn her. Scatter the ashes straight into the sea.”

The words had barely left his mouth before several bodyguards lunged forward and wrenched me away.

My whole back slammed into the coffin, and the pain shot through me from spine to fingertips.

Watching them about to tear the coffin apart, I scrambled up off the ground like something gone mad.

“Brent, you can't treat the dead this way.”

Brent let out a cold snort.

“You already took the blood money for your sister's life, so that life belongs to me now. I can do whatever I want with her body!”

The instant he finished, a bodyguard jammed a blade into the lid and pried the coffin open.

Another reached in and dragged the body out like a piece of trash.

“Ah!”

The moment Tabitha saw the body she shrieked and pitched forward, knocking into the memorial lamp beside her.

The instant the lamp landed on my sister's body, the whole corpse caught fire.

Watching it burn, Tabitha put on a face of pure innocence.

“Mr. Stephens, I didn't mean to. The body just startled me, that's why I knocked into the lamp.”

Brent patted her back to soothe her.

“It's not your fault. Better that it burned, saves us a trip to the crematorium!”

My eyes were bloodshot as I looked at Brent.

“Brent, you'd better not regret a single thing you've done today!”

Brent gave a mocking laugh.

“Your sister's body got burned. What do I have to regret?”

With that, Brent scooped Tabitha up in his arms and stepped over the body in one long stride, walking toward the villa!

I watched his retreating back, both fists clenched.

If he'd only glanced down at the body one more time, he'd have seen that the charred, unrecognizable corpse was his own sister!

After settling the last of the arrangements, I came home exhausted.

The second I pushed the door open, I saw Tabitha leaning against Brent in a cozy, intimate pose, feeding him fruit.

Seeing me back, Tabitha's face twisted with disgust.

“Bella, you've just been touching a dead body. Don't go bringing all that bad luck back with you!”

Brent's gaze raked over me, cold.

“Don't go getting any ideas about burying your family in the Stephens cemetery from now on. Our plot isn't for just anyone!”

I watched the two of them play off each other, then threw a set of divorce papers down in front of him.

“Brent, let's get divorced!”

Brent stared at the papers on the table, stunned for a second, then shot up from his chair, slamming his hand down in humiliated rage.

“Your sister got run over by a car and now you want to divorce me?”

I nodded.

“Yes. Because my sister got run over by a car.”

Brent snorted coldly.

“Bella, everything you have, I gave you. Once you leave me, I'd like to see who in all of Crestport City would want some piece of used goods like you.”

Tabitha stepped forward too, all false sympathy.

“Bella, a housewife like you walks away from Mr. Stephens and you'll really have nothing left. After all, Mr. Stephens is worth over a billion dollars!”

I looked at her and gave a mocking smile.

“Since you like him so much, he's all yours!”

With that, I turned without a moment's hesitation and walked out of that sickening house!

That same day I contacted my lawyer and filed for divorce.

Brent never expected me to go through with it. He fired off a dozen furious voice messages.

"Bella, look at you, all grown a backbone. First you drop the appeal against Tabitha, and now you've got the nerve to file for divorce?"

"From the day you married me, you've never worked a single day. Let's see how you survive in Crestport City once you leave me!"

"You want a divorce? Fine. But you walk out with nothing. Anything that belongs to the Stephens family, don't think you'll take a dime of it!"

My filing for divorce blew up into a huge spectacle, and Brent went around online spreading rumors that I'd cheated during the marriage.

He even publicly accused me of grabbing my sister's settlement money and rushing to divorce so I could run off and live it up with my lover!

Soon the day of the hearing arrived.

Because my earlier suit against Tabitha Henson had caused such an uproar.

This time countless reporters and curious onlookers showed up, packing the courthouse entrance until there wasn't room to breathe.

"Bella, last time you sued Tabitha Henson and then took the money to settle on the day of the hearing. Now you're suing for divorce. Are you addicted to shaking people down for cash?"

"Bella, word is you cheated during your marriage. Can't wait to take your sister's blood money and fly off into the sunset with your lover, huh?"

Brent stood off to the side too, looking down at me from on high.

"Bella, it's not too late to withdraw the suit. If this actually goes to court, you'll walk out with nothing!"

I looked at him and let out a cold laugh.

"I'm waiting for the moment the judge says it out loud!"

With that, I walked calmly inside.

The hearing was officially in session.

Brent sat at the defendant's table and presented the judge with the ten-million-dollar wire transfer records and photos of me coming and going from hotels with several different men.

Then he turned to me, pretending he couldn't bear to do it.

"Bella, this was supposed to be a private matter between husband and wife. You're the one who insisted on dragging it into court, so don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"If your sister knew you were taking her blood money to go have fun with another man, she probably couldn't rest in peace down there!"

I looked at that hypocritical face of his and gave a cold laugh.

"Whether my sister can rest in peace, I'll ask her myself in a moment. But whether your sister can rest in peace, that I really wouldn't know!"

The words had barely left my mouth when a slender, delicate figure rose slowly from the jury box.

"I'm not even dead. So whose blood money exactly did my sister take?"

Brent looked at my sister's young, vibrant face and went rigid all over, his pupils contracting in an instant.

"You're alive?"

"Then who exactly is the one who died?"