Rowan worked fast. Within a day, he prepared the divorce agreement and booked Juliet's plane ticket.

The only thing he still hadn't uncovered was Willow's background, but Juliet wasn't in a rush. There were 30 days before the divorce could be finalized. It was more than enough time to figure everything out.

Victoria, who had been recuperating in the countryside, rushed back the moment she heard Juliet was hurt. When she found Juliet lying in a hospital bed, barely able to speak, she felt both heartbroken and furious.

"This is outrageous! I can't believe Caspian actually hurt you for another woman. I'll go find him right now and make him apologize to you on his knees, Jules!"

"It's alright, Victoria." Juliet held her back and reached for the divorce agreement on the bedside table. "I've been married into your family for six years, and I've never asked you for anything. Just this once… Could you take this to him and have him sign it?"

Victoria's pupils contracted as she looked at the agreement. "Do you really want a divorce, Jules?"

Juliet hummed softly with a blank expression.

Victoria studied her for a long while before letting out a heavy sigh. "Caspian doesn't deserve you."

As she watched Victoria walk out with the agreement, Juliet felt a familiar tightness in her chest. She had once believed she and Caspian could live out their lives with mutual respect, and that would be enough for her.

However, love was either there or it wasn't. It had taken her six years to realize it, and she hated how blind she had been.

Juliet chuckled bitterly to herself. The moment she closed her eyes to get some rest, the door was shoved open, and Caspian's furious voice filled the room before he even stepped inside.

"You sure know how to play the victim, Juliet. I can't believe you got my mother to back you up!"

As soon as his words fell, a stack of checks hit her chest. It didn't hurt, but it made her chest tighten.

Juliet clenched her fists and looked up, only to find Willow standing behind Caspian.

Willow's expression was stoic as she said, "I didn't even hold it against you for calling me a homewrecker last time, Ms. Bennett. But now, you've asked Mrs. Henderson to insult me with a check. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Willow stepped forward, her voice edged with hostility. "I don't want to become the lady of the Henderson family, and I'm not short of money. Your husband is the one pestering me. Instead of coming after me, maybe you should keep your man on a tighter leash!"

Juliet almost burst into laughter when she heard that. "Is your head alright, Ms. Everly? Should I pay for a doctor to take a look at you?"

Willow's face flushed red, and she ripped her hand out of Caspian's hold. "I'm moving out today, Mr. Henderson! I don't want your money, and I don't need you to take care of me. Let's go our separate ways so no one can call me a homewrecker again!"

"Don't go, Willie!" Caspian hurriedly wrapped his arms around her, sweat breaking out across his forehead. "What am I supposed to do if you leave me?"

"Get a hold of yourself, Mr. Henderson!" Willow broke free from his hold and stormed off without a backward glance.

As soon as Willow left, Caspian spun around and gripped Juliet's chin so hard that it felt like he might crush her bones. "Juliet, I'm warning you to stay away from Willie! If I ever catch you bullying her again, I won't let you off!"

Juliet tightened her fists as she watched him chase after Willow.

Not long after, Victoria returned with the signed divorce agreement.

Her eyes misted over as she apologized. "I'm so sorry, Jules… I tried to talk that woman into leaving. I didn't think he would treat her like she's everything to him. He didn't even look at the divorce agreement before signing it. In 30 days, you'll be officially divorced."

Juliet hummed softly before shifting her gaze to the window.

In the days that followed, scandals about Caspian flooded the internet. One moment, it was about drones scattering rose petals in the sky. The next, he was dropping to one knee with a diamond ring. The spectacle made plenty of people jealous.

Juliet was soon labeled as the abandoned wife in their social circle, but she didn't care. She went to a bar with her friends to blow off steam.

As soon as she walked into the private room, her hoarse voice made her friends furious. "That bitch actually stole your man? We're going to get revenge for you!"

The girls were about to storm out when the door opened, and a young woman with a high ponytail walked in with a crate of alcohol. "Hello. Here are the drinks you ordered."

Realizing who she was, the girls erupted.

"Well, well, well. Isn't this the holy maiden herself?"

"We were just about to look for you, and you walked right in."

Juliet was taken aback when she took in Willow's waitress uniform. Caspian was obsessed with Willow. How could he possibly let her work in a place like this?

Willow spotted her too. Her expression hardened, and she straightened up. "I think I made myself clear, Ms. Bennett. Instead of harassing me, you should be keeping a close eye on your husband.

"Also, as for the rumors online, I don't like any of it. In fact, I think feelings gained that way are the cheapest. I'm working here to avoid him, so I hope you won't tell him I'm here, Ms. Bennett."

Juliet was caught off guard. Before she could gather a response, Willow flipped her ponytail and turned to leave.

Her friends slammed the door shut and pointed straight at her nose. "You've got some nerve acting like the wife when you're the side piece!"

"How dare you raise your voice at Jules, you piece of trash?"

Willow's brows knitted as she argued, "It's her fault for not keeping her husband under control. I didn't spread my legs for him. If anything, I'm the victim here! If anyone should apologize, it should be her—"

"What is she supposed to apologize for?" Juliet's friend slapped Willow across the face before grabbing her hair and dragging her to the table.

"Since you like being the mistress so much, we'll let you be one to your heart's content! Girls, let's strip her and put her on display!"

Startled, Willow screamed, "Let go of me!"

Juliet snapped back to reality and stopped her friends. "Forget it. She's not worth it."

Her friends were about to argue when Willow, who was still on the floor, spat in her face and glared at her with burning rage. "Drop the act, Juliet! You came here just to humiliate me, didn't you? You can't control your man, so you're ganging up on me instead!"

"We're ganging up on you?" Juliet's expression darkened as she lifted her hand and slapped Willow. "Look closely. This is what it means to be ganged up on!"

As soon as those words left her mouth, the door burst open, and a furious voice filled the room. "How dare you lay a hand on her, Juliet?"

Caspian marched in, seized Juliet's wrist, and struck her across the face with full force.

Juliet fell to the floor. Her head was ringing, and her cheek burned. Clenching her fists, she glared at him with bloodshot eyes.

Caspian's chest tightened, and he was about to help her up when Willow demanded, "Ms. Bennett, you wanted to strip me to humiliate me, and now you've slapped me. Have you gotten everything out of your system? Can I go now?"

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up.

"What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief.

Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"

Juliet's friends' jaws dropped. They were about to retaliate when a violent crash echoed through the room.

Caspian had grabbed a wine bottle and hurled it at the ground, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

He shifted his ice-cold gaze to Juliet and seethed, "Juliet, did I or did I not warn you to stay the hell away from Willie? Why don't you ever listen?"

Juliet pushed herself up from the floor. Her eyes were blazing red as she glared at him. "I didn't even know she worked here, Caspian!"

Willow let out a shaky laugh. With teary eyes, she sneered, "Right. I accidentally took a job here, and I accidentally walked into this room. Let's just call this a misunderstanding, Mr. Henderson. I'll leave, alright?"

"Drop the act!" Juliet's friends snapped and shoved her.

Willow screamed as she fell backward, her arm landing right on the scattered glass. In an instant, blood gushed out.

Caspian's gaze hardened as he stared at her wound. "Do you all have a death wish?"

The women shrank back in terror.

Juliet stepped between them with a frown. "Stop scaring them, Caspian."

Caspian held Willow, who was trembling in his arms, and gave Juliet a cold look. "Why? Are you going to stand up for them?"

Juliet took a look at Willow's bleeding arm. "It's just a cut. You don't have to make such a big deal out of it," she said apathetically.

Willow bit through the pain and forced out, "Ms. Bennett, you can look down on me all you want, but don't you dare treat me like an easy target!"

Tears cascaded down her face right after she said that.

Caspian looked heartbroken as he wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, Willie. I'll get back at them for you!"

"I don't need your help! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be getting picked on!"

Willow thrashed wildly, yet he only tightened his hold on her.

"I know, I know. I'm at fault too. I'll make it up to you after I deal with them." He lowered his head and pressed a light kiss on the top of her hair. "I'll show you something new I learned later tonight. I'm sure you'll like it!"

With that, he shot daggers at Juliet. "Why do you always have to pick on Willie, Jules?"

Juliet clenched her fists when she heard his accusation. "Caspian, if I really wanted to pick on her, do you think she'd still be alive right now?"

Last time, she had only called Willow a homewrecker, and she had ended up hanging above the ocean. She wondered how far he would go this time.

"So, you'd rather lie to my face than tell the truth, huh?" There was a cold glint in his eyes as a mirthless smile curled at his lips. His long fingers slid across his phone screen, and he started naming her friends' families. "The Lawson family. The Sandler family…"

Juliet's friends blanched as he continued.

Right after listing their families, he made a call. "In three days, I want—"

Before he could finish, Juliet snatched his phone out of his hand. "What are you trying to do, Caspian? If you've got a problem, take it out on me!"

She stared him down. She was furious, yet her vision was already clouded with unshed tears. The more she looked at this man, the less she understood him.

"So, you admit it, after all?" he said with a mocking curve of his lips, his gaze growing colder.

Juliet gritted her teeth, dug her nails into her palms, and looked up at him. "Caspian, you won't believe me no matter what I say, will you?"

"How am I supposed to believe you?" Caspian lunged forward, gripping her chin. Anger swirled in his eyes. "You've been lying to me since the day we got married!"

Right after saying that, he shoved her away and gestured to the bodyguards at the door. "My wife loves glass. So smash every bottle here and cover the floor with it. Then, bring everyone in the bar here and tell them drinks are on me tonight."

Juliet felt the blood drain from her face. "What are you trying to do, Caspian?"

"You're about to find out," he responded with a lazy smile.

Within minutes, the floor was littered with sharp glass shards. A huge crowd gathered outside the room to watch the scene unfold. Soon, the room was buzzing with ridicule and amusement.

"Isn't that the abandoned wife from the Henderson family?"

"Yeah, she's not even worth a strand of Willow's hair now."

Juliet lowered her gaze, hiding the storm in her eyes. When she looked up again, her gaze was cold as frost. "Are you sure you want to go this far?"

Caspian leaned against the couch's armrest, swirling a wine glass between his fingers. "Are you going to take your clothes off, or should I have someone do it for you?"

Before she could respond, he jerked his chin at the guards. "Forget it. You guys, strip her and throw her on the floor."

As soon as his words fell, several guards swarmed her, pinning her down as she thrashed wildly. Rip after rip, the sound of fabric tearing filled the room, and in seconds, Juliet was left in nothing but her underwear.

Then, someone shoved her from behind, sending her stumbling and falling onto the bed of broken glass.

Juliet's scream tore through the room. Pain spread through her limbs as glass shards pierced deep into her skin. Blood pooled beneath her almost instantly.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably from the pain, her nails scraping across the glass, creating a shrill, grating sound.

The crowd erupted with excitement. "Damn, her body's insane! Quick, record it! This will go viral for sure."

The onlookers raised their phones, and the flashing lights were so bright that Juliet couldn't even open her eyes. She lifted her head and looked at Caspian with teary eyes, only to find him holding Willow and whispering in her ear. His expression was so tender—it was as if he had never been angry at all.

The metallic tang of blood filled Juliet's mouth as she bit down on her lip, a hollow, bitter chuckle twisting in her chest.

In the end, her vision blurred, and she lost consciousness. Yet Caspian never spared her a glance.