The Weisberg family threw a grand party to celebrate Skyler's recovery, and Jeanette had arrived at the hotel early in the morning to help Dorothea with the arrangements.

Out on the balcony, the two women stood side by side, their expressions unreadable as they looked at one another.

After a long pause, Dorothea finally let out a sigh. "Jeanette, do you really want a divorce? You’ve taken care of Skye for three years. Now that he’s healed, he’ll definitely appreciate everything you’ve done. You two should try to make this marriage work."

"Kimberly is coming back."

It took only that one sentence, and Dorothea’s face changed. Her shock was quickly replaced by worry, and then helplessness.

"Well then… I’ll respect your decision," Dorothea replied, quietly giving up.

Jeanette felt a cold wave rise in her chest. Just moments ago, Dorothea had still been trying to persuade her to stay, but she gave up the second Kimberly’s name was mentioned without a fight.

It seemed that they all knew how important Kimberly was to Skyler. Despite caring for him devotedly for three years, she was nothing more than a caregiver in his heart.

"Jeanette, what are your plans after the divorce? Since your mother passed away, you've been all alone. You've taken care of Skye for three years, and I've always seen you as my own daughter. If you need any help, tell me—don't be shy."

Jeanette's eyes became teary, touched by the sudden maternal warmth.

Dorothea was right. Three years ago, Jeanette took the five million dollars from her, believing she could use it to cure her mother’s illness. Unexpectedly, her mother’s condition worsened beyond saving three months later.

Her mother was gone, but she had taken Dorothea’s money. So, she stayed in the Weisberg residence and continued caring for Skyler.

Now, it was finally time to start living for herself.

After a few moments of thought, Jeanette replied, "Ma'am, I want to go abroad for a PhD. I was trained in medicine, and it’s time I return to it."

"Don't worry about that. I'll definitely arrange everything for you."

Jeanette looked at Dorothea gratefully, while also reminding her, "Ma'am, I'll discuss the divorce with Skye myself, so I won't trouble you with it."

Dorothea nodded, looking at Jeanette with more pity in her eyes. With Kimberly back, he knew that Skyler would happily agree when Jeanette mentioned divorce.

There was not much left for Dorothea to do.

It was a shame, really. Jeanette was a good girl, but clearly, she was never meant to be part of the Weisberg family.

Soon, the venue filled with guests. Dorothea brought Jeanette out to greet everyone together.

But as the event start time approached, the guest of honor, Skyler, still had not appeared.

Dorothea waved over her daughter, Isadora Weisberg. "Isadora, didn't I ask you to pick up Skye? Where is he?"

Isadora smiled mysteriously. "Mom, don't worry. Skye will be here soon, and I guarantee he'll give you a surprise!"

After speaking, Isadora turned to Jeanette with a smug look and whispered, "Well, country girl, your good days are over!"

She had always looked down on Jeanette, believing she had approached Skyler for money by any means necessary. Over the years, she had bullied Jeanette both openly and behind the scenes.

The ballroom doors opened, and Skyler appeared in everyone's sight wearing a black designer suit. Beside him, Kimberly appeared in a stunning wine-red gown, her arm gracefully linked with his.

"Is that Kimberly Affleck? Mr. Weisberg's first love?" someone in the crowd asked.

"Of course it is. When has Mr. Weisberg ever looked at anyone else like that?"

"He’s been devoted to her for years. He got into that accident rushing to stop her wedding, and now that he’s back on his feet, she’s the first person he brings back."

"Exactly! It's just a pity that some people don't know their place and won't let go of the Weisberg family!"

Discussions erupted everywhere, and people looked at Jeanette with mockery and ridicule.

Isadora chuckled. "Speechless, huh? Kimmy is gorgeous, isn’t she? Now you get it, right? You don’t win a man’s heart just by being a good little caregiver. Kimmy's back, and it's time for you to pack up your sad little bags and leave."

Jeanette stood frozen under the ballroom’s spotlight, feeling as though every stare was a dagger stabbing straight through her.

Yes, she really did not belong here. Everyone treated her like a caregiver or servant, and no one had ever truly acknowledged or respected her.

She should have left long ago.

Skyler led Kimberly through the crowd and stopped in front of Dorothea. His voice was full of excitement."Mom, Kimmy's back."

Dorothea frowned, her gaze sharp as it landed on Kimberly. "You're already married. Why did you suddenly come back?"

Kimberly's lips trembled, and tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. "Ma'am, everything that happened before was my fault. I'm sorry."

Skyler's heart ached the moment he saw her cry. He pulled her into his arms without hesitation. "Mom, Kimmy's divorced now. Her ex-husband was abusive, a complete monster! Everything that happened in the past is over. I don't care about that anymore, and neither should you."

Dorothea had always known how much Skyler cared for Kimberly, but being scolded by him in front of so many people still made her feel humiliated. She turned and left without another word.

Then, Skyler's and Kimberly's eyes turned to Jeanette.

Skyler did not seem to feel the need to explain anything to her. He simply said, "Kimmy just got back and doesn't have a place to stay. Go home and get the room ready."

That usual commanding tone caught Jeanette off guard. She blurted out, "Ms. Affleck is moving into our home?"

Skyler raised a brow like it was obvious. "Of course. Where else would she go?"

Isadora let out a snort of laughter from the side. "Did you hear that? 'Our home'? She really thinks she's the lady of the Weisberg residence."

Laughter rippled around them, and Jeanette felt an overwhelming sense of isolation.

Three years ago, after the accident, Skyler spiraled and drank himself into oblivion day after day. When his house accidentally caught fire, Jeanette ran in without hesitation, carrying him out through the smoke and flames.

However, she was hit in the head by a falling light fixture and spent a month in the hospital. When she woke up, Skyler had been sitting at her bedside. He had asked her to marry him.

He bought this house as their marital home, promising it would be their future together. But now, as soon as Kimberly returned, she was moving directly into her marital home.

While Jeanette stood there in stunned silence, Kimberly gave Skyler a pitiful look. She mumbled, "Skye, does Ms. Schafer not want me in your house? If it makes her uncomfortable, I can just stay at a hotel. I don't want to cause trouble."

"Absolutely not. Hotels are full of strangers. It's not safe!" Skyler responded firmly, then turned to Jeanette with a stern look. "Nettie, she's only staying for a while. Don't be so petty."

Jeanette suddenly smiled. "You're right. I'm being petty. I'll head home now and tidy things up. You two enjoy yourselves."

She turned without waiting for a response, walking out of the ballroom filled with mocking laughter and cruel stares.

It was just a house, nothing worth clinging to. After all, sooner or later, it would belong to Kimberly anyway.

Back at the now quiet, empty house, Jeanette packed up the sunlit bedroom she had lived in for three years. She had always lived frugally, and Skyler had never once bought her anything.

So, even after all that time, her belongings barely filled a single suitcase. It was almost a relief since it was easier to walk away when you were not carrying much.

Just as she finished packing, her phone buzzed. Someone had uploaded a video to social media.

It was a clip from the party, and Skyler and Kimberly stood by the champagne tower, sipping from each other's glasses. They gazed at each other lovingly, looking like a perfect couple made for each other.

In the background, someone shouted, "Kiss! Kiss!"

Jeanette quickly turned it off, unable to watch anymore.

Not long after, Skyler and Kimberly returned home, both reeking of alcohol. When Skyler saw that Jeanette had already given up her bedroom for Kimberly, he looked pleased.

Once Kimberly went upstairs to shower, Skyler did something rare.

He actually sat beside Jeanette and even reached out to pat her head. "Nettie, I knew you'd understand. You always do."

Jeanette leaned away, just out of his reach. His hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, and his eyes darkened slightly. He muttered, "I told you already. Kimmy's just staying here for a bit."

"It's fine. Ms. Affleck can stay as long as she wants," Jeanette replied as she handed him a pile of documents.

"My former hospital is requesting some medical equipment. Can you take a look? Maybe Weisberg Corp could help with a donation?"

Skyler took the folder, laughing under his breath. "So, is this the price for letting Kimmy move in?"

Jeanette did not respond. Her eyes remained on the folder, nerves quietly building.

Skyler did not even read it. He signed everything without a glance, thinking it was her way of bargaining for some compensation for Kimberly moving into the marital home.

Naturally, he did not notice the divorce papers at the bottom of the pile.

Back in her room, Jeannette pulled out the signed papers and stared at his name at the bottom, not knowing how to feel.

Maybe she should cry because her three years of love and loyalty still led to nothing, or she could laugh because, for the first time in three years, she was finally walking away and starting over.

Early the next morning, before the sun had even come up, a knock sounded at Jeanette's bedroom door. "Nettie, make some soup, will you? Kimmy drank last night, and her stomach's not feeling great."

After Skyler's injury, he had become incredibly self-conscious and refused to let strangers see him in a vulnerable state, so the mansion had no staff. He had grown used to ordering Jeanette around.

Still half-asleep, Jeanette answered without thinking, "No."

"What did you just say?" Skyler looked stunned, as if he could not believe what he heard. After all, Jeanette had never once refused him in the past three years.

When Skyler questioned her, Jeanette became more alert. She pointed to her stomach and said, "I'm on my period, and my stomach really hurts. I should avoid cold water."

Skyler looked her up and down, as if considering whether this excuse was reasonable. After a moment, he sighed. "Fine, I'll take her out to eat."

When Skyler and Kimberly left, Jeanette was sitting in her room reading. Since she was about to go abroad for her PhD, she wanted to get back into her studies early.

Kimberly came to her room and said sweetly, "Ms. Schafer, Skye and I are going out to eat. You should come with us."

Jeanette did not refuse. After all, she knew that once Kimberly spoke up, Skyler would not let her say no anyway.

The sleek black Maybach weaved through morning traffic before finally pulling up in front of their old college. As soon as they got out of the car, Kimberly intimately linked arms with Skyler and said, "Skye, it's been so long since we've been back. This place holds so many memories for us!"

Skyler nodded, though his eyes briefly flicked to Jeanette, who stood off to the side, awkward and quiet. He explained, "Kimmy wanted to come for the chicken soup in the cafeteria. Thought we'd stop by and revisit the place."

For once, he gave Jeanette an explanation. However, all she offered in return was a nod. "It's fine. As long as you're happy."

Skyler's brow furrowed slightly. Something about Jeanette felt different, but before he could dwell on it, Kimberly was tugging him into the campus, laughing.

Everywhere they walked was tied to some memory they shared. They talked and smiled, lost in their world, completely forgetting Jeanette behind them.

Jeanette stared at their backs, weariness creeping into her bones. She told herself to just hold on a little longer. Once the mandatory waiting period ended, she would be gone for good.

The cafeteria was clean and had plenty of food options.

Skyler carried a full tray excitedly toward Kimberly. "Kimmy, I got everything you used to love in college. Go ahead, try it."

Jeanette glanced at the spicy dishes on the table, a little dazed. Three whole years, and Skyler still remembered everything Kimberly liked. Yet, he never once noticed that Jeanette could not handle spicy food.

Quietly, she stood up to get herself something milder.

A cafeteria worker carrying a pot of steaming soup behind her did not notice and bumped right into her. The hot broth splashed everywhere, and Skyler instinctively pulled Kimberly into his arms.

However, the boiling soup landed straight on Jeanette's arm, and blisters began to form immediately.

"Are you okay?" For the first time, Skyler dropped Kimberly and rushed to Jeanette, grabbing her arm, visibly alarmed.

Before Jeanette could speak, Kimberly gasped. "Skye! It burns! It hurts so much!"

Her hand had a few small red spots, nothing compared to the blistering on Jeanette's skin. Yet, she clutched her wrist and began to cry. "My hand got burned, Skye. It really hurts."

Skyler let go of Jeanette without another word and scooped Kimberly up in his arms. "Don't worry, Kimmy. I'll take you to the hospital right now."

He took two steps, then turned back with a slightly guilty look. "You're a doctor, and you know how to treat burns. Take care of yourself first. I'll send the driver for you in a bit."

Jeanette had been holding it together for days, but something inside her snapped at that moment. Tears rolled down her cheeks before she even realized they were coming.

This was her husband, the man she had cared for selflessly for three years. Yet, no matter how badly she was hurt, compared to Kimberly, she would always come second.

Every sacrifice and care over the three years meant absolutely nothing to him. He had stomped on her love again and again, like it had never mattered at all.