The things I should've done, the things I shouldn’t have done, the things I was forced into, the things I agreed to—I had done so many things that even I couldn’t respect myself anymore.

But now, all I wanted was to end everything as quickly as possible.

So once again, I obediently put the shoes on Vanessa.

Maybe I was too obedient, and Liam lost his amusement.

He dragged me into his room in anger and stripped Vanessa’s clothes off right in front of me.

Scenes like this—I had seen them too many times.

Sometimes Liam even asked me to step in and teach the women he brought home.

Just like before, I tore open the condom wrapper and handed it over.

But this time, Liam pushed it away.

“No need tonight.”

My hand trembled, then withdrew.

His movements didn’t stop, yet for once he actually lifted his eyes and glanced at me.

I didn’t look at him. I didn’t even care to.

Liam got angry again and locked me inside the bathroom.

That night, the wind and snow outside were fierce, and the noises outside were loud as well.

I sat there listening to it all night.

Half-asleep, I was jolted awake by an urgent ringing phone.

“Is this Miss Clara? Your mother has been in a car accident. She’s in emergency rescue right now—please come to the City People’s Hospital immediately.”

My heart tightened instantly.

“Liam!”

I began pounding on the door, trying desperately to interrupt the sounds coming from outside.

Liam opened the door wearing only a bathrobe.

His loose collar revealed kiss marks all over him, and the woman in his arms clung to him without letting go.

“What is it?”

“My mom was in a car accident. Can you take me to the hospital, please?”

I fell to my knees begging him, tears bursting from my eyes, terrified he’d refuse because he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Seriously, do you not even think when you lie?”

Vanessa let out a mocking laugh and pointed at the pitch-black sky and falling snow outside.

“It’s three in the morning and snowing. Normal people are all at home asleep. What did the car do—crash straight into your mom’s house?”

Liam laughed too, not even lifting his eyelids.

“Clara, you’re lying about something like this?”

“What, is it because you couldn’t stand hearing us?”

He locked the door again.

The more I shouted, the louder things outside became.

With no other choice left, I grabbed the stool beside me and smashed the window, then climbed out.

The sharp glass sliced open my leg instantly, blood dripping into the snow.

It was too late at night, and with the snow falling, I couldn’t get a taxi at all.

I could only run like a lifeless corpse through the streets.

In the snow, the long streaks of bright red blood were shocking to look at.

After two soft beeps, a black Cayenne pulled up beside me.

“Get in.”

Inside the dim and confined car, the man in the driver’s seat never once turned to look at me.

I thanked him over and over, yet he didn’t say a single word.

Only when I was about to get out of the car did I hear him speak:

“Clara, besides Liam… you still have other options.”

“If you think it through, come find me.”

A gold-embossed business card was handed to me.

I received it with both hands, thanking him repeatedly.

But at that moment, all I could think about was my mother, so I slipped it into my pocket without even looking at it.

I stumbled into the emergency room, not even able to ask anything before I saw a nurse pushing out a body covered with a white sheet from the operating room.

“Has the family for Linda still not arrived?”

“She’s already dead, and her daughter still isn’t here. What a sight.”

The two nurses chatting casually pierced my heart with every word.

I rushed over and lifted the white sheet.

The once well-kept face was now covered in wounds, her body and legs bruised and broken everywhere.

For the past ten years, every single minute, I had resented my mother.

I had even once wished that we could die together.

But now that she was truly dead before my eyes—all I felt was pain.

Because there were no family members left at home, there was no funeral that needed to be arranged.

I stayed by my father’s hospital bed for a while, told him about Mom, and told him about myself.

I spoke intermittently until dawn. Before leaving, I looked at my unconscious father and, with a choked voice, said:

“Dad… I’m tired.”

Early the next morning, my mother’s body was cremated.

I placed the urn into a box and carried it home.

Along with it, I brought back the divorce agreement I had someone draft for me.

The moment I walked in, I ran right into Liam and Vanessa laughing together at the dining table.

“Sign it.”

My voice was cold as I slammed the divorce papers onto the table.

“So you escaped in the middle of the night just to get this divorce agreement?”

“Clara, you’ve really lost your mind!”

I clutched the urn tightly against my chest, my head lowered.

“Liam, let’s let each other go.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Before, I would still argue with Liam, and when things got heated, we even resorted to physical fights.

I would point at his nose and ask if the love he swore he had for me back then had been nothing but a joke.

Most of the time, I still held onto a sliver of hope—hoping he would forgive me, hoping we could fix our marriage.

So when he said he liked boldness, I tried to please him during dates.

When he said he liked innocence, I put on the clothes he loved to make him happy.

But after Vanessa moved in, my heart grew quieter and quieter.

Those tricks meant to please him became my shame—and became the outlet for his humiliation.

“What’s this that fell out, sis…?”

“Gregory Nicholson?”

Vanessa picked up the business card I had dropped and read the name on it.

So it was Gregory.

Liam’s lifelong rival, the nemesis he’d had since childhood—the one I’d never met, who lived across the ocean.

The next second, Liam’s face darkened, and he slapped me hard.

“You say you don’t love me anymore because you found someone else outside?!”

“Do you even know what kind of person Gregory is?!”

A roaring sound filled my ears, my body swayed, and I couldn’t stand steady.

The urn in my hands shattered on impact.

Watching the ashes scatter through the air, I stood there unable to react.

Instinctively, I knelt on the ground, wanting to gather them back.

But no matter how I tried, it was useless.

Vanessa even grabbed a carton of milk from the side and poured it onto the floor.

The ashes immediately turned into sticky clumps.

“Ah!”

Something snapped in my mind.

I lost control entirely and swung a stool straight at Vanessa.

Liam had no time to react—Vanessa was already on the floor, clutching her head.

“Liam… it hurts…”

“Liam, it hurts so much…”

Someone called an ambulance.

Liam gripped my wrist tightly and forced me to stay at the hospital.

“If anything happens to her, you’ll die with her!”

That day, I was forced to give Vanessa blood transfusions—again and again—until even the doctors said I couldn’t give any more.

Only then did Liam let me go, saying I had brought it all on myself.

For the next few days, I hid inside my father’s hospital room and didn’t leave.

“So this is where sis is hiding! Thanks to that hit you gave me, Liam is treating me so well now.”

“And this is sis’s dad? Why isn’t he moving?”

Pampered and favored, Vanessa spoke with arrogance in every step she took, every word she said.

She poked at my father’s oxygen tube repeatedly, curious about what it was.

“Don’t touch that!”

I shoved her away, and she stumbled back, holding her head.

The next second, she lunged forward, yanked out my father’s oxygen tube, and smiled as she toyed with it in her hands.

“Do you think Liam will blame me for this?”

The next second, Liam walked in.

He froze for a moment as he took in the scene, his eyes shifting back and forth between us.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally said:

“Shuhan is still young and doesn’t understand things. Your dad’s condition was hopeless anyway. Ending it earlier is better.”

“I’ll give your mom more money from now on.”

The beeping sound beside me continued, and each beep announced my father’s death.

I stood there in a daze.

Besides sadness and grief, what I felt even more was a kind of release.

Liam didn’t care about me anymore.

He picked up Vanessa and walked out.

Collapsed on the floor, I kept apologizing to my father, over and over, but I no longer knew who in this world owed me an apology.

I took out the business card and dialed the number.

“Mr. Gregory, come pick me up tonight.”

The same cremation—I went through it again.

This time, I left my father’s ashes on the memorial stand in the mourning hall.

When I returned home, Liam wasn’t back yet.

Vanessa whispered in my ear that Liam was furious and that I was doomed.

I ignored her.

She kept pestering me, asking whether I really wanted a divorce.

I didn’t answer.

I only opened the door.

“Choose. Everything in here belongs to you now.”

Hearing that, Vanessa rushed inside, immediately rummaging through everything.

Only a few photos of Liam and me from our youth scattered onto the floor—ignored by everyone.

I locked myself inside my room and stayed there until nightfall.

During that time, Liam sent the housekeeper to check on me, but I only asked the housekeeper to deliver my divorce agreement.

“How long is this going to go on, Clara? Are you still not done playing?”

Liam tore the divorce papers into pieces.

“Don’t feed her! She’ll get food only when she stops acting out!”

Liam thought my demand for divorce was fake, thought my confession that I didn’t love him anymore was fake too.

But love—can truly run out.

Ten years.

I really couldn’t love him anymore.

Now that I had nothing left, what was there that I couldn’t walk away from?

That night, I climbed out of the window and got into Gregory’s car.

The next morning, Liam didn’t see my busy figure in the dining room.

There were no little wontons he loved to eat, no coffee I brewed by hand, and none of the neatly ironed and matched clothes on the rack.

Liam rushed upstairs and opened my room door, only to find it completely empty.

He picked up a few photos scattered on the ground, panic flashing in his eyes.

“Housekeeper! Where is Clara?!”

The housekeeper rushed over, spatula still in hand, glanced at the empty room, and shook his head—he didn’t know.

“I’ll call her mom.”

The housekeeper froze and instinctively replied:

“Young master… didn’t Clara’s mother already pass away? She was cremated the next day.”

Liam’s mind flashed back to the scene of me holding the urn that day.

His breath stalled for a moment.

He bent down to pick up another photo, his pupils unfocused, as if all life had been drained from him, leaving only an empty shell.

In his hand was a photo of the two of them in their early twenties, taken on a street in Paris.

Back then, they had just gotten together, and he didn’t even dare put his arm around her shoulders.

But she had seen through his shyness and leaned her head against him.

Liam carefully wiped the dust from the photo.

He tried to smooth out the wrinkles, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

In ten years, he had never imagined that Clara would really leave him.