By the time I finished handling my child’s funeral and returned home, the night was already set. Exhausted, I took off my shoes and coat. But then I noticed the lights in my bedroom were on and noises came from it.

Since I became pregnant, Chris had insisted that I needed proper rest. He said it was for the baby’s safety, so we had started sleeping in separate rooms. Because of that, he almost never entered my bedroom. I walked toward it with a frown and pushed the door open. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked. 

I found Bonnie inside. She was holding a mop, as if she had been cleaning for quite a while. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead and her cheeks were flushed red.

When she saw me, she immediately bowed her head politely, putting on a humble expression.

“It’s my fault that you miscarried, Mrs. Lowe, because I didn’t give my blood. But I already cleaned your room.” 

I was still confused by her behavior when a voice suddenly came from behind me.

“Bonnie, who told you to do this? Put the mop down. You shouldn’t be exhausted.” Chris rushed forward. He bumped into my shoulder as he passed me and immediately pulled Bonnie into his arms, his face full of concern.

Noticing the tiredness in her face, he suddenly turned toward me with anger. 

“Haven't I already made it up to you, Grace? Why are you still holding onto this?” he snapped. “We have maids. Do you really want to make Bonnie miserable by making her clean your room?” 

He thought all those luxurious items were enough to make up for the loss of my child. That everything could be replaced with money. 

Even though I already knew about the evil plan they set for me, but still it made my heart ache and this time I’d stood up for myself. 

“I didn't make her do anything. I just got here and saw her.” That was all I said. 

Chris gently wiped the tears from Bonnie's cheeks. It made me, the rightful lady of the house, look like an outcast. 

“Listen, Grace, Bonnie is fragile right now,” he said, sounding like a warning. “If anything happens to her, I won't forgive you.”

Chris swallowed his words halfway through and I sneered, tearing away the last veil of pretense between him and Bonnie, “Fragile as in... she's pregnant and it's yours?”

Shock was written all over Chris's face. He appeared to want to deny it, but I cut him from it by speaking first. 

“This girl you think is so nice and innocent sent me photos and messages to provoke me this afternoon,” I started. “She said she’s pregnant with your child. Do you want to see them for yourself?”

Chris looked at her, then at me. 

“I’m sorry, Grace. It was actually my fault.” He let out a helpless sigh, began explaining. “I got drunk and slept with her. That’s how the child happened. You were just becoming pregnant and I was afraid you’d get angry and it would affect the baby, so I didn’t tell you.”

He paused before continuing.

“Bonnie has a weak body. The doctor said if she aborts this baby, she may never be able to become a mother again. So please, don’t be so cruel. Let her give birth to the child. I promise it won’t affect your position at all. Besides…” he added, his tone turning colder, “you haven’t given me an heir all these years. I can’t just let my family line end, can I?”

After going in circles, he still managed to put the blame back on me.

My eyes stung with tears.

Without saying a word, I quietly took out the divorce agreement I had already prepared and printed earlier. I placed it in front of him.

“Fine,” I said calmly. “Then sign this and I won’t pursue this matter.”

Chris looked confused as he took the document from my hand. He was about to open it and read it, but before he could, Bonnie suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“Chris, my stomach hurts…” she said weakly. “Can you take me to the hospital?”

Hearing that, Chris immediately pulled a pen out of his pocket. Without even checking the contents of the document, he flipped to the last page and signed his name.

“Sure, Grace. You know I’ll always give you whatever you want,” he said casually. “There, I’ve signed it. Now let me take Bonnie to the hospital, yeah?”

I looked at the signature on the paper. A bitter smile slowly formed on my lips.

Silently, I stepped aside and let the two of them leave.

After they were gone, I handed the document to my lawyer.

“Help me process the divorce,” I said quietly. “The faster, the better.”

By the time everything was finished, it was almost midnight.

After such a long day, I felt completely exhausted—both physically and mentally.

I was just about to lie down and rest when suddenly the bedroom door was kicked open violently. Chris stood at the doorway, breathing heavily. 

“You just can’t stand seeing Bonnie happy, can you?!” He rushed over and yanked me off the bed. “You told her to clean your room and then you secretly lit incense that’s harmful to a fetus. The doctor said she almost miscarried. If she had stayed in your room any longer, the child would’ve been gone. You’re so vicious, Grace!” 

“Come with me to the hospital and apologize to Bonnie!” He grip me by hand and dragged me. 

His grip was incredibly strong. My wrist quickly turned purple from how tightly he held it. No matter how hard I struggled, he refused to let go. He dragged me out of the house and all the way to the hospital.

Soon, I was standing beside Bonnie’s hospital bed.

“Apologize!” he ordered sternly.

Bonnie lay on the bed with a pale face. Chris grabbed my shoulders forcefully, trying to push me down so I would bow to her.

But he didn’t see the mocking smile at the corner of Bonnie’s lips.

At that moment, I realized. This whole thing had been her plan from the beginning. She deliberately framed me just to humiliate me.

“You think a mistress deserves my apology?” I said coldly.

My eyes swept across the room. When I saw the thermos on the bedside table, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed it, twisted open the lid and splashed the hot water directly onto the bed.

“What a pity your child didn’t die. With a mother as wicked as you, dying would’ve been a whole lot of a greater fate.”

No one expected my sudden action.

Bonnie was instantly drenched from head to toe. Her hair stuck to her face in a miserable mess and she completely lost control of her expression. Anger burned in her eyes.

“Chris!” she cried out. “The doctor said I can’t be emotionally stressed. Look at her. If she wasn’t trying to harm our baby, then what was that?”

Chris finally reacted. He looked furious. He immediately pressed the nurse call button, asking the medical staff to check Bonnie again. Then he called several bodyguards over and had them hold me down.

“Grace,” he said coldly, “I already gave you a chance. Since you don’t appreciate it, go kneel in the backyard and pray for Bonnie’s child.”

Several strong bodyguards dragged me back to the villa and forced me into the backyard.

They pushed me down onto my knees in the middle of the rose garden Chris had once planted for me. Back then, I had casually mentioned that I liked white roses. Because of that single sentence, Chris had flown overseas overnight to buy the best rose seeds and personally planted an entire sea of roses for me. As their sharp thorns pierced my knees, I came to a thinking: These roses once existed to please me. Now they only brought me pain.

Just like Chris.

Back when he said he loved me, he planted a sea of flowers with his own hands. Now that he no longer loved me, he could abandon me here and let me suffer until I was covered in wounds.

A clap of thunder shattered my reverie, tears mingling with rainwater as they slid down my face.

The second before I collapsed from exhaustion, I thought I saw Chris racing downstairs, lifting me into his arms. I snorted derisively, mocking myself silently. My current predicament was entirely his doing—why would he rush to save me?

It was probably just a hallucination before I passed out.

When I woke up in the hospital, I was alone.

My wounds had been dressed. I forced myself up and glanced at the phone on the nightstand. My chat with Chris was empty, but in my social feed, Bonnie had posted a new update.

In the photos, every rose in the backyard garden had been picked clean. She held a massive bouquet in her arms, smiling radiantly.

Her caption read: [What a shame about this whole garden of roses. I casually mentioned wanting some and who knew he would pick them all for me.]

My heart went numb.

I recalled the hallucination of Chris saving me before I fainted and felt utterly ridiculous. I lost all desire to keep scrolling. I exited Instagram and began sorting through the pile of messages waiting for me.

Among them, a document my dad had sent caught my attention—it was the new match he’d arranged for me. I clicked to open it. The name listed made me frown instantly, feeling an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

“Tyler Callahan?”

I glanced at the photo—a handsome man in his thirties.

A sudden flash of insight struck me. I opened the dossier my lawyer had compiled on Bonnie days ago. Under ‘Family,’ her adoptive father's name stood out: Tyler Callahan.

Bonnie was his adopted orphan.

After a moment of deep thought, I replied to my dad, “I'll marry him.”

Since she stole my husband, I'd marry her adoptive father and cut off her escape route completely. After finalizing this, the hospital door slid open and Chris walked in. He took my hand with concern, a stark contrast to his attitude yesterday.

“Grace, how are your injuries? Does it still hurt?” he asked softly.

“Look, I was out of my mind yesterday. After seven years of marriage, this is the first child I’ve ever had. I couldn’t stay calm.” He paused. “By the way, there’s an auction in West City today. I’ll take you there. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you. Think of it as my way of making it up to you, okay?”

He seemed to assume I wouldn’t refuse, so before I could answer, he pulled me out of bed.

His rough movements tore open my wounds, sending waves of pain through me as fresh blood soaked through the gauze.

I remembered when I accidentally cut my finger on a sharp thorn while learning flower arranging—he’d been heartbroken for days, personally flying abroad to buy me the best scar-healing ointment.

But now, with me badly injured, he hadn’t offered a single word of concern.

When we arrived at the underground parking garage, I reached out and opened the front passenger door. Bonnie, sitting inside, gasped in surprise, seemingly more shocked than I was.

“Chris,” she said softly, “isn’t Mrs. Lowe supposed to be hospitalized because of her injuries? Is she coming to the auction with us?” Then she smiled faintly. “I knew it. Mrs. Lowe has been in perfect health. She must have fainted last night because she wanted you to feel sorry for her.”

She glanced at me and added sweetly, “Did I take your seat, Mrs. Lowe? Should I move to the back?”

Before she could rise, Chris stepped past me and gently pushed her back down.

“It's fine. She can sit in the back. You're pregnant and prone to nausea. The front seat is better for you.”

The seat that had always belonged to me, Chris had given to Bonnie.

From the backseat, I watched their affectionate display the entire ride. Bonnie fed him fruit, then turned to coo at him. It made me feel sick to my stomach that I lost all interest. This heavy silence lingered until the auction's grand finale piece emerged.

I recognized it instantly—not merely a priceless diamond necklace, but a keepsake left by my mother before her passing.

My dad and I had searched for years without a lead. We assumed some wealthy collector had it and kept it hidden, that it would never appear in public again. Yet today, I saw it here, in this unassuming auction house.

“Ten million.” I raised my paddle.

Bonnie, sitting beside me, sat up straight the moment I bid. After a glance, she countered, “Fifteen million!”

I turned to look at her. The sly gleam in her eyes told me she was determined to oppose me. I raised my paddle for the second time.

“Twenty million!”

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes instantly. She turned and threw herself into Chris's arms.

“Chris,” she said pitifully, “I finally found something I really like. Does Mrs. Lowe have to compete with me for it?”

Chris had not spoken to me once throughout the entire auction. But now, because of her plea, he finally turned to me.

“Grace,” he said, “Bonnie rarely finds something she really likes. Can you let her have this one? Just pick something else. I’ll buy it for you.”

Before I could respond, he gestured toward the auction podium, signaling a bid, “Whoever makes the next bid, I'll outbid them by ten million.”

I stared at this man—familiar yet utterly foreign—and recalled how, when he claimed to love me, he’d always lavishly bid for items I desired at auctions, driving prices to astronomical heights no one could match.

But now, the person he was doing this for had become someone else. And I had become the one whose beloved item was being taken away.

Hidden beneath my sleeves, my fists clenched into iron. Yet I had no choice but to endure. The equity transfer wasn't finalized yet. I couldn't risk exposing my identity and jeopardizing my plan.

Finally, Chris secured the record-breaking necklace for eighty million. A waiter reverently carried it from the podium to Bonnie. But the next moment, she slipped the necklace onto the neck of the puppy she'd been cradling all evening.

The weight of the necklace startled the puppy. As it twisted and struggled, it snapped the chain clean in two with a single bite. The gemstones fell onto the marble floor, shattering into countless fragments. The sharp crack echoed through the banquet hall, plunging it into silence.

My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the pile of sparkling shards. I crouched stiffly, carefully gathering them, yet no matter how I tried, I couldn't piece them back together. My tears fell like heavy raindrops onto the floor. Once again, I had failed to protect what I cherished most.

First my child, then my mother's keepsake.

The rage I'd been holding back finally erupted.

I slapped Bonnie across the face. I poured every ounce of strength into that blow, leaving five red marks across her cheek. I lifted my hand again, ready to slap her once more. But before I could, Chris grabbed my wrist.

“That’s enough, Grace!” he snapped coldly. “You couldn’t outbid me, so you took it out on Bonnie? It’s just a stupid necklace. Is it really worth making a scene?” He was asking me with disbelief in his eyes.

“Apologize to Bonnie!”

I stared at the man in front of me, stunned for a moment. Then I let out a bitter laugh, my eyes red as I pointed at the shattered gemstones on the floor.

“That was my mother’s heirloom. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for it?”

My voice trembled, but the anger in my chest only burned hotter.

“I won’t apologize and I will make her pay for what she did.”

When I said the first sentence, something like regret seemed to flash across Chris’s eyes. But when he heard the second sentence, that expression vanished completely, replaced by pure fury.

“Regardless, that's no excuse for hitting someone,” he said coldly. “Let’s see who’s going to pay the price today.”

He grabbed Bonnie and turned to leave, hurling a threat over his shoulder before they vanished.

I didn’t take his words to heart.

Carefully, I untied the silk scarf around my neck and wrapped the broken necklace pieces inside it. But the moment I stepped outside the gate, darkness suddenly engulfed my vision. Someone had slipped a sack over my head from behind and dragged me into a nearby alley.

Thinking I'd encountered muggers, I obediently handed over my handbag.

“All my money is in here,” I said quickly. “You can take it. Just please let me go.”

But they showed no interest in the cash or bank cards inside my bag.

The leader ordered his men to pin me down. He raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. He didn't stop until he'd delivered ten slaps, leaving my cheeks high and swollen and I finally went limp.

Right before I lost consciousness, I faintly heard him speaking on the phone.

“Job’s done, Mr. Lowe. I’ve sent the video. Exactly ten slaps. Not a single one missing.”

So this wasn't robbery at all. It was the punishment Chris had deliberately arranged for me.

I slapped Bonnie once and he made me pay tenfold.

Waking up in the hospital again, I had the same doctor attending to me. He flipped through my medical records.

“You had a miscarriage not long ago and with these repeated injuries… they seemed to start taking a toll on your body,” he sighed.

Yes. Chris knew full well that I'd just lost the baby to severe bleeding. Yet he was willing to let me suffer injury after injury, landing me in the hospital time and time again.

A wave of bitterness washed over me. After the doctor left, I picked up my phone and glanced at the time. I’d been unconscious for two whole days. Tomorrow was the day Chris was hosting that dinner party.

I checked my email. My lawyer had sent me the divorce papers, expedited and finalized. The shares held by several major shareholders in Chris’s company had also been successfully transferred to my account. Everything was in place.

Tomorrow would be the day I reclaimed what was rightfully mine.

***

I applied heavy makeup to conceal the scars on my face. Alone, I arrived at the banquet venue. The moment I entered, I heard a collective gasp. I looked toward the center of the crowd. Chris had already arrived with Bonnie—who was linking her arm to him.

On such an important night, where the presence of legal wives was closely watched, Chris was openly holding another woman’s hand.

“Goodness,” a woman whispered nearby. “I heard rumors that Grace and Chris’s marriage has been falling apart since her miscarriage.”

“Yeah,” another woman, who looked a little older, replied with a knowing nod. “People have seen them arguing a lot lately.”

A man standing between them couldn’t help but chime in. “Well, they’ve been married for seven years and she still hasn’t given him a child. With such a huge fortune at stake, who’s supposed to inherit it? Honestly, she kind of deserves the divorce, don’t you think?”

Wave after wave of mockery flooded my ears.

But my heart felt numb, as if it had already forgotten how to feel pain.

I knew the man who once stood up for me—who used to shield me from gossip like this—would not help me now.

Just as I was about to fire back at their vicious remarks, Chris suddenly walked toward me.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he handed me the glass he was holding.

“Don’t listen to them,” he said softly. “You know they love gossip.”

Then he added casually, “Bonnie said she’d never gone to a banquet, so I brought her along.”

I glanced at the drink he pushed toward me. His peculiar demeanor made me suspect it was drugged. I didn't drink it, merely staring coldly at him, waiting to see what else he'd do. A crack appeared in Chris's smile. Just as he was about to persuade me, his assistant rushed over.

“Sir, there's been an issue with a supplier's shipment. We need you to handle it in person,” he said, panting.

The sudden urgency forced Chris to follow the assistant out. Just before leaving, he reminded me, “I get creative with this one. It’s very low on alcohol. Try and see if you like it. I’ll be glad to make another for you.”

Watching him walk away, glancing back repeatedly, I chuckled softly. I picked up the glass and pretended to take a sip. But I secretly poured the liquid onto a silk scarf I’d prepared earlier. Soon, the glass was empty.

Once done, I leaned on the table, staring blankly, idly scanning the room, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Within half an hour, the long-absent Bonnie appeared behind me.

“Are you not feeling well, Mrs. Lowe?” she asked sweetly. “Chris told me to take good care of you before he left. Here, let me help you upstairs so you can rest.”

She helped me stand.

Slightly shorter than me, Bonnie struggled as I leaned almost all my weight onto her shoulders. Once we left the crowded hall and entered a quiet hallway, her expression changed.

“Time for your downfall, Grace,” she sneered. “After tonight, let’s see how you’ll ever recover.”

She stopped in front of a room and swiped a key card.

At that exact moment, I suddenly pushed forward with all my strength. Breaking free from her hold, I kicked her hard into the room. Before the door closed, I saw the terrified look in her eyes. And I heard the strange, heavy breathing of a man inside.

When the door finally shut, I knew it was over. I walked down to the underground parking garage. My assistant was already waiting there.

“I’m done here,” I said calmly. “You can pull the net in now. Tell the people distracting Chris to withdraw.”

Then I got into the car and drove away.

Through the rear window, I looked back at the brightly lit hotel behind me. The banquet hall inside was still full of noise and laughter. No one knew what was about to happen.

But I knew one thing.

Tonight would be a rough night for Chris and Bonnie—

And the seven years of love between Chris and me would finally end completely.

Chris and Bonnie，Now it's your turn to bear the irreversible consequences!