“But my brother had the car’s performance customized to my preferences. Why don’t I give Dr. Miller a quick demonstration so she can get familiar with it—just so she doesn’t run into any danger in the future?”

Daniel finally broke into a satisfied smile.

“Lily, I knew you were the most considerate. Let’s do that, then.”

Sophia put on her fake gratitude act, thanking me sweetly.

But Daniel had people block the garage exit—obviously afraid I’d take the chance to drive away.

Fortunately, I had already guessed he’d do that.

Ever since coming back from hell itself, I couldn’t guarantee how much I could change… but one thing was certain: I was no longer afraid of dying.

If I wanted something, no one could take it from me again.

I started the engine, my gaze locking on Daniel’s face, the corner of my lips curling upward.

“Daniel, you just said something I really liked—‘We’re still married, so what’s mine is half yours, and what’s yours is half mine.’”

“So now, I’m taking back my half.”

Before they could react, I slammed the gas pedal down and drove straight into the wall ahead.

“Lily!!”

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a nearby hospital.

Daniel’s face was full of sorrow as he spoke softly:

“Lily, how are you feeling? The baby didn’t make it. Don’t worry—once you’ve recovered, we’ll do IVF again and you’ll be a mother.”

See? I knew it—his grief and anxiety were never for me, only for the love child he shared with Sophia Miller.

I didn’t care. At least I had successfully ended the pregnancy.

“No need. Once I’m discharged, we’re getting a divorce.”

Daniel froze for a second, then stood up in anger.

“Lily, what the hell is wrong with you? If you didn’t like that LDR suite, fine, I’ll cancel it—but I guess my kindness just gets treated like garbage.”

“From the moment you crashed that car, I’ve been worried sick, not sleeping a single night—and now, the second you open your eyes, you ask for a divorce?”

“You think I don’t know? Just because I wanted to give the car to Sophia, you deliberately wrecked it out of spite, killing our child in the process. I’ve never met a woman as petty as you! And I haven’t even started holding you accountable—where do you get the nerve to divorce me?!”

I let out a cold laugh.

“Yes, I did it on purpose. So what? A woman like Sophia is only fit to be a human trash bin.”

“As for that child—I never intended to keep it. Losing it was exactly what should have happened.”

Margaret Carter suddenly appeared out of nowhere, jabbing her finger in my face as she began to curse.

“How can you say something like that? That was your own flesh and blood! How can there be a mother as heartless as you?”

“I know—you killed my grandson for some man outside. My son treats you so well, and you repay him by cheating and wanting a divorce. Why didn’t you just kill yourself in that crash?”

Expressionless, I lifted my head.

“Even if I die, I’ll make sure the divorce is final before my last breath. Spending one more day married to your son makes me sick.”

Margaret was so angry she could barely breathe, tugging on Daniel’s arm.

“Son, let’s go. Leave this black-hearted slut to her own fate—she’ll get what’s coming to her soon enough!”

Daniel looked at me coldly.

“Lily, you’ll regret this.”

Regret?

Never.

I had calculated the speed in advance, and with the airbags deploying, I’d only lost the baby and suffered a minor head injury. There was nothing else seriously wrong.

I didn’t go home. Instead, I checked into a hotel and told my brother I was getting a divorce.

That night, I woke up overheated—only to find myself in the arms of a strange man.

Before I could even scream, the lights snapped on.

Daniel Carter sat leisurely in a chair, holding up his phone, firing off flash after flash in my direction.

The shirtless man beside me got out of bed and spoke respectfully to him.

“Mr. Carter, the task you assigned is done.”

Daniel’s lips curved into a mocking smile.

“Lily, don’t blame me. You’re the one who refuses to live a good life and insists on getting a divorce.”

“If you take back the divorce, we can pretend tonight never happened. How about that?”

In that moment, I understood what he meant earlier when he’d said I would regret it.

To stop me from divorcing him, he had actually set me up in such a filthy way!

“Daniel, you’re disgusting! Nothing even happened!”

“I know that—but the outside world doesn’t. Tell me, if those intimate photos got out, what would people say? You’d have a hard time showing your face in society again.”

“Your late parents, your brother—they’d all be shamed because of you. Lily, could you live with that?”

I was rendered speechless. After all, we’d been together for ten years—he knew exactly where my weak spots were.

I might be wearing a nightdress, and I knew nothing had happened, but with a half-naked man in my bed, there was no way to explain it.

Maybe it was the stress, or the fact that I’d only just had the abortion surgery, but a sharp pain twisted through my lower abdomen. My face went pale as blood slowly seeped from me, staining the sheets.

Daniel’s expression shifted instantly to alarm.

“Lily, are you okay? I’ll take you to the hospital right now.”

But before he could move, his phone rang. Sophia Miller’s voice came through, soft and trembling:

“Daniel, the power went out at my place… I’m scared. Can you come keep me company?”

“Sophia, don’t move around too much or you’ll hurt yourself. I’m coming.”

Before leaving, he glanced at me with a complicated expression.

“Lily, I’ll go check on her. Call yourself a car to the hospital. When I’m done, I’ll come find you.”

“About the divorce… I suggest you think it over carefully.”

When everyone was gone, the silence was suffocating, the air thick with humiliation.

My phone rang. A deep, magnetic voice spoke with concern:

“Lily, I heard from your brother that you’re getting a divorce. Are you okay?”

I had held back my tears when Daniel was humiliating me earlier, but now they broke free all at once.

Wiping my eyes, I said:

“I want Daniel to walk away with nothing. Help me win, and I’ll marry you.”

By the time I left the hospital with my medicine, the sky outside had already brightened. Daniel was leaning against the car, waiting for me.

“Lily, I’ve thought about it. Last night, I was wrong. I just didn’t want you to leave me, so I acted on impulse.”

“You’re weak right now—come home with me, let me take care of you. We can talk things through.”

I was about to refuse, but then I remembered—my passport was still at the house.

I had already told my brother Michael that after the divorce, I’d go to France to be with him and my sister-in-law.

Once I sat in the back seat, my hand brushed against a pair of lace underwear—stained.

The thought of what they had done in this car made my stomach churn.

Daniel was busy driving and didn’t notice.

Trying to look casual, I glanced at the dashcam, then, suppressing my disgust, slipped the underwear into my bag. It might come in handy as evidence.

When I opened the front door at home, I found the electronic lock code had been changed—to Sophia’s birthday.

I thought of Daniel’s recent words about not wanting me to leave, and the irony was almost laughable.

I ignored Sophia in the kitchen and went straight upstairs to pack my passport.

“Lily, you’re back? I made you some medicinal porridge—have it while it’s hot. Get your strength back, and soon you can do IVF again to give Daniel a baby.”

Sophia Miller brought the bowl of porridge right up to my mouth.

I shoved her away in disgust.

“Get away from me—don’t touch me!”

The bowl crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces.

The next second, Sophia deliberately stumbled toward the shards, her leg “accidentally” getting cut, blood welling up from the wound.

“Sophia! What happened?!”

Daniel Carter came running at the sound, quickly scooping her into his arms.

“Daniel… I was just worried about Lily’s health, so I made her some medicinal porridge. But she pushed me… I’m sorry, it’s my fault—I always seem to upset her…”

Daniel’s face hardened as he turned his anger on me.

“Lily Carter, are you out of your mind? Sophia got up early to cook this for you, thinking of your health, and you put your hands on her? Look how much blood she’s lost because of you!”

“Hurry up and apologize to her!”

I laughed coldly.

“Apologize? Sorry, I only regret she didn’t bleed more.”

Compared to the blood I’ve shed in both lifetimes, this little scratch was nothing.

Smack!

Daniel’s hand struck my face hard.

“Lily, I never thought you’d become so vicious—killing your own flesh and blood, and now attacking innocent people!”

“Having a wife like you is my greatest shame. You want a divorce? Fine—I’ll give it to you. But you’ll leave with nothing and be spat on by the whole world!”

The diamond wedding ring on his finger left a white mark across my cheek, which began to bleed a moment later.

This was the first time Daniel had hit me—and it was for another woman.

Without hesitation, he carried Sophia away.

I glanced down at the sticky remains of the porridge on the floor. It was just like the “nourishing” porridge Sophia had made for me every day during my pregnancy in my past life, when she was supposedly taking care of me one-on-one.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Soon after, a court summons arrived at my hotel.

Daniel was suing me first, accusing me of adultery and intentional assault during the marriage.

In the end, he posted those photos from that night online.

He even released the video of our conversation at the hospital—the one where I told Sophia to get out.

Sophia, already a popular online “beauty doctor,” posted several close-up shots of the cut on her leg. Predictably, her fans expressed endless sympathy.

“Homewrecker,” “cruel woman,” “heartless slut”… those labels were now branded onto me.

Luckily, the hotel I had moved to belonged to an acquaintance, and the security was excellent. Since they couldn’t get in to kill me, the mob vented their rage online, creating fake death announcements about me.

I simply turned off my phone, curled up on the bed, and watched dramas in peace.

I’d already died once—why would I fear this?

With Daniel’s hired trolls, marketing accounts, and Sophia’s fanbase fueling the fire, the public outrage was so overwhelming that the court decided to live-stream the trial.

On the day of the hearing, Margaret Carter and Sophia gave me mocking looks.

“Well, look who had the nerve to show up. Lily, you’re nothing but a rat everyone wants to kill. Even if you got down on your knees and begged my son, it wouldn’t work now!”

The judge glanced at me, his expression stern.

“Mrs. Carter, your husband booked you an LDR suite and hired an OB-GYN to provide one-on-one care—that sounds entirely in your best interest.”

“As for these photos of you in bed with another man, you still haven’t explained them. If you can’t provide solid evidence that Mr. Carter is the party at fault, the ruling will be that you leave with nothing.”

Daniel’s lips curled into a smug smile.

“Lily, if you admit defeat now, it’s not too late. You’ll at least keep some dignity. Your family isn’t short on money—why put yourself through this humiliation?”