After marrying and divorcing my husband, Casper Sloan, eight times in a row, I'm still the same woman who refuses to endure any flaws and mistakes Casper has made. As always, I'll demand a divorce over the smallest inconvenience ever.

That is, until Lucille Bates, Casper's newly-widowed sister-in-law, moves into our home with her five-year-old son, Baxter Sloan. In fact, she's sitting in my usual spot while drinking the bone broth I've custom-ordered for myself.

Rage overwhelms my senses instantly. I rush over and plan to knock Lucille's bowl over, only to see the live comments popping above Lucille's head out of the blue.

"Lucille really is smart! She just has to pull a little trick, and the drama queen will start digging her own grave again!"

"Ooh, Sabrina will demand a divorce for the ninth time! This time, Casper won't endure her shenanigans anymore. Once the divorce is done, he will never remarry her. Later on, Lucille will heal his wounded heart, and they will get together in the end."

"Keep being unreasonable, Sabrina! Once you're divorced, you'll die tragically in a car crash! No one will even bother claiming your body in the morgue!"

I shudder at the thought. When I notice Lucille smirking haughtily while reading the comments, I quickly retract my hand.

Unfortunately, I was a step too late. The bowl of bone broth was still overturned.

The bowl shattered against the floor, splattering broth all over Lucille Bates. Her eyes immediately welled with tears, and her voice cracked as she said, "I'm so sorry, Sabrina. I shouldn't have come.

"Please don't be mad. I'll leave right now…"

Casper Sloan's expression darkened immediately. My husband strode to Lucille's side before turning to glare at me with a scowl.

"Can't you be sensible for once, Sabrina Collins? Lucille just had a taste of your bone broth, so what are you making such a fuss about? You seriously need to fix that nasty temper of yours!" Casper shouts.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the floating comments above Lucille's head. The screen was densely packed with rolling text.

"Here it comes! The ninth divorce warning!"

"Sabrina always throws a tantrum and demands a divorce after smashing things. Casper had better agree this time."

"This is killing me. Just get divorced already so Casper and Lucille can be together!"

I took a deep breath and forced down the chill creeping up my chest. Waving my hands dismissively at Casper and Lucille, I said, "Casper, Lucille, you've misunderstood.

"I didn't mean to knock the bowl out of her hand on purpose. The broth had gone bad, and I was just worried she'd get food poisoning, so I reacted out of panic."

Casper was stunned, while Lucille stopped sobbing. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes before she quickly switched to an innocent expression.

"But the maid said this broth was just delivered yesterday, so how could it have gone bad already? Are you just trying to say you don't welcome Baxter and me…"

Before she could finish, a sharp gasp came from the maid upstairs.

Casper frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

We rushed up the stairs and came up to my bedroom door just to see Lucille's son, Baxter Sloan, standing in the room. He was holding a perfume bottle cap, his eyes darting around guiltily.

Shattered remains of a luxury perfume bottle lay on the floor. Shards of glass were scattered everywhere, and the thick scent of perfume lingered in the air.

The maid quickly explained, "Mr. and Mrs. Sloan, it wasn't me! It was already broken when I walked in."

The bottle of perfume cost 300 thousand dollars. If this had happened in the past, I would have exploded on the spot and hysterically screamed at Casper and Lucille, even demanding a divorce right there and then.

But now, I wasn't going to be that reckless anymore.

The comments above Lucille's head went wild again.

"I bet 100 dollars she's going to lose her mind this time!"

"The ninth divorce attempt is finally here. I'm waiting for her to dig her own grave."

"You just have to sit back and enjoy the show, Lucille. Casper will definitely protect you again."

"That's 300 thousand dollars! Sabrina will tear the house, won't she?"

Lucille rushed forward and grabbed Baxter's hand. Then, she started apologizing to me non-stop, "I'm so sorry, Sabrina. It's all my fault for not keeping a close eye on Baxter.

"He's still a child who doesn't know any better and broke your perfume, but I'll pay for it. I promise I'll pay you back."

To everyone's surprise, I calmly said, "It's fine. Kids make mistakes, and besides, it's just a bottle of perfume.

"Casper, you can buy me a new one later."

Casper was completely flabbergasted. He opened his mouth as if to say something, only to force out a single sentence.

"A-Aren't you mad?"

"What's there to be mad about? I'm sure Baxter didn't do it on purpose," I replied.

Smiling, I caught a glimpse of the look of shock in Lucille's eyes. "Besides, it's just glass. Out with the old, in with the new, right?"

The comments above Lucille's head descended into complete chaos.

"What the fuck is happening? Why isn't Sabrina throwing a fit?"

"Why didn't she mention a divorce? Something's awfully wrong here!"

"Did I see that right? Did she actually forgive Lucille?"

"She must be plotting something malicious. I bet she won't last three days before digging her own grave."

I didn't look at the comments anymore or care about Casper and Lucille's bewildered expressions. Instead, I turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Since Casper would finally agree to a divorce on my ninth attempt and immediately turn around to marry Lucille, I was going to make sure they never got their wish.

…

When I returned home that afternoon, there was no familiar sound of Fluffball rushing over to rub against my legs at the door. Instead, I heard crying coming from the living room.

My hands froze mid-way through changing my shoes. I looked up and saw Lucille crouching on the floor, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

Baxter stood timidly beside her, his head hung low as he picked at his fingers.

When Lucille heard the door open, she snapped her head up to look at me.

"I'm sorry, Sabrina. I'm so sorry… It's my fault that I didn't watch Baxter closely enough. He was playing with Fluffball and couldn't control his strength, and when he pushed Fluffball down the stairs, s-she died…"

My heart sank. I rushed over and saw my ragdoll cat, whom I had raised for three years, lying on the carpet next to the couch. Her eyes were tightly closed, and there was a faint smear of blood at the corner of her lips.

Fluffball was a gift from Casper three years ago, right after our first reconciliation. She was my companion for three years.

I crouched down and carefully scooped Fluffball into my arms.

As my fingertips brushed against her cold paws, my chest tightened suffocatingly. Still, I didn't break down or scream the way I used to.

The comments above Lucille's head exploded again.

"Here it comes! Sabrina's precious cat is dead, so she's definitely going to blow up!"

"Lucille's tears are breaking my heart. Sabrina better not yell at her!"

With a sharp click, the door handle turned, and Casper walked in.

The moment he stepped inside and saw Lucille crouching on the floor and me holding Fluffball, his expression immediately darkened. He rushed over in a few long strides, shielded Lucille behind his back, and glared at me with a heavy scowl.

"What are you throwing a tantrum over now, Sabrina? Why is Lucille crying like this?"

Holding Fluffball, I looked up to meet his eyes and replied in a terrifyingly calm voice, "Casper, the cat you gave me… Baxter killed her."

Casper froze for a second before he glanced at Baxter, then turned back to Lucille. His tone softened as he said, "I'm sure Baxter didn't mean it. He's just a kid who probably thought he was playing.

"Don't make things tough for them. If you like cats so much, I'll just buy you another cat exactly like Fluffball, alright?"

The comments grew increasingly ecstatic.

"Casper spoils Lucille so much! This is so sweet!"

"It reminds me of last week when Casper and Lucille booked a room at Peak Hotel in Westfield. Casper was so attentive that it's melting my heart. How great would it be if Sabrina weren't in the picture?"

"Why isn't Sabrina making a scene yet? Hurry up and demand a divorce!"

While gently stroking Fluffball's head, I pulled her a little closer to my chest and slowly said, "No need. Just have someone bury Fluffball."

Casper was completely dumbfounded, and Lucille was just as stunned. The guilt in her eyes instantly turned into sheer bewilderment.

The comments blew up.

"What's going on? Did Sabrina's personality change? Why isn't she acting according to the script? This isn't like her at all!"

"Something's definitely wrong. She must be plotting something huge. Be careful, Lucille!"

"Could it be that she knows something? But that's impossible!"

I ignored their shock and paid no mind to the flood of comments. After handing Fluffball over to the butler, I headed upstairs.

Back in my room, I took out my phone and pulled up the second-floor security footage. I watched as Lucille took Fluffball and threw her down the stairs herself.

Looking at scenes from the security footage, I wasn't mad at all. Instead, I felt a deep, bone-chilling chill.

Then I remembered comments mentioning that Casper and Lucille had spent the night together at a hotel the week before. So, I picked up my phone and called Dad's assistant, Simon Crow.

"Simon, I need you to look into Casper's itinerary from last week. Also, pull up every financial transaction between him and Lucille."

After hanging up, I stared at the security footage replay on my phone and was reminded of the reasons behind our previous divorces.

The first time, Lucille had intentionally sent me a photo of herself wearing Casper's shirt, and I had demanded a divorce in a fit of rage.

The second time was my birthday. Lucille had called Casper, claiming Baxter was sick, and he had abandoned me to rush to her side.

…

The most recent divorce was when I came back from a business trip, only to find her and Baxter sleeping in my bedroom.

I had lashed out at her for having zero boundaries and demanded a divorce from Casper. It took him an entire month of soothing me and swearing it would never happen again before I reluctantly forgave him.

I used to think Lucille was the only problem, but now, I finally understood that Casper had been lying to me all along, too.

…

After Fluffball was buried, Casper was likely feeling guilty, as he started treating me much better.

One evening, he came home holding a velvet box and held it out to me. "I'm sorry for neglecting your feelings lately, Sabrina. I got you this. It's a token of apology."

I opened the box to find a necklace from a niche brand I used to adore.

"It's beautiful. Thanks, honey," I replied with a faint smile, taking the box but making no move to put it on.

The next morning, I walked down to the dining room for breakfast. The moment I entered, I saw Lucille sitting at the table with Baxter on her lap and the same necklace Casper had given me glinting around her neck.

When she looked up and saw me, her hands instinctively found the necklace on her neck as a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

"What do you think of this necklace, Sabrina? Casper gave it to me yesterday and said the style really suits me."

I glanced at the comments above her head.

"Sabrina must be seething with rage right now. We've got to show her who Casper's favorite is!"

"Casper probably bought Sabrina a necklace as an excuse to give it to Lucille openly. I'm swooning!"

I gave Lucille a sincere smile. "Honestly, I think the necklace is a little tacky and average, but it suits you quite well, Lucille."

Lucille's smile froze on her face.

With that, I took my seat at the table, picked up my cutlery, and began eating my breakfast without saying another word.

Just as I finished and was about to head out the door, my phone buzzed with a message from Simon.

"I've finished looking into Mr. Sloan's schedule from last week and his financial ties to Lucille. All the files were sent to your email."