"This happened because you were so reckless! I just got my car and you’ve already wrecked it! Were you trying to take out your anger? Couldn’t you even see the road? There was a mudslide and you didn’t even try to dodge it?"

I looked at him with a painful gaze, my eyes stinging red, pointing to the bandage on my forehead.

"I went through all this for you and Wanda. You forced me to make the trip in just two days. Don’t you know how dangerous mountain roads are after heavy rain? Heinry, in your eyes, is my life worth less than a bug?"

Heinry’s expression darkened. He gripped Wanda’s hand, his brow tightening.

"You were careless behind the wheel, so you can’t blame anyone else. Now the car’s ruined and Wanda can’t even eat the tomatoes she wanted. I know you did it on purpose."

"Yes, Heinry, she must have known I was pregnant with your child. That’s why she crashed the car on purpose. Who knows what she was thinking? After all, she’s already had a miscarriage once."

Wanda lightly touched her flat stomach, her voice soft and pitiful, deliberately adding fuel to the flames.

"Next time, don’t let me catch you playing cheap tricks. And remember, the company’s going-public celebration is in three days. Don’t embarrass me there."

With that, he pulled Wanda toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back and added coldly, "There’s no room for you in the car. Find your own way home."

I watched Heinry walk away, my body trembling with rage. My head throbbed with sharp, stabbing pain. Tilting my head back, I forced myself not to cry.

Three more days. Just three more days and I could finally leave Heinry Lorrimer behind and end this humiliation he called a debt.

I stayed in the unfamiliar hospital for two days. The quiet there felt like a release, free from trouble and from those hateful people.

When Heinry texted me, telling me to get my outfit ready for tomorrow’s banquet. I just looked at the message once and ignored it.

After leaving the hospital, I went straight to the station, found a private carpool and rushed home that afternoon.

Heinry wasn’t there. Wanda stood upstairs, peering down at me in her loose silk pajamas. I didn’t even need to guess how well she and my husband had enjoyed themselves while I was gone.

"Oh, you scared me! I thought it was a thief. Turns out it’s just our Yoanne. What made you think of coming back, hmm?"

I ignored her mocking tone and headed upstairs, intending to go straight to my daughter’s room.

However, Wanda stretched out her leg and tripped me.

Startled, I grabbed the railing, glaring at her with burning fury.

"Wanda, stop your stupid games. I don’t have time to argue with you. You’re nothing more than a bar girl. If I fought with you over that scumbag, I’d only be lowering myself."

"Oh, Yoanne Wilson, how noble do you think you are? Aren’t you still being toyed with by a bar girl like me?"

I shot her a look of pure annoyance. I had no interest in wasting energy on her. All I wanted today was to pack my things and leave this place for good.

"Move. I don’t have time to waste on you."

I brushed past her, but suddenly she grabbed my hair and yanked me toward the stairs.

Instinctively, I seized her arm. In the struggle, neither of us realized the danger until it was too late. We both ended up tumbling down the stairs.

Ah! My stomach!"

Her scream cut through the air. I forced my eyes open, pain searing through my forehead and saw blood everywhere.

Then Heinry’s panicked voice roared from the doorway. "Wanda! What happened to you?"

He rushed to her side, staring in shock at the blood pooling beneath her.

"I only wanted to talk to Yoanne, but she pushed me down the stairs. There’s so much blood… is our baby gone, Heinry?"

Wanda sobbed in agony. Heinry turned on me, hatred blazing in his eyes. His steps were heavy and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Then, with a loud crack—

His hand struck me hard across the face, slamming me to the ground.

"Your father killed my beloved Helena and now you’re trying to kill Wanda and my child. Yoanne, why don’t you just die already?"

He kicked me hard.

Then, without another glance, he carried Wanda to the hospital, leaving me behind with my head bleeding.

Despair washed over me. Tears blurred my vision, my lips trembled and a broken laugh slipped out.

If Heinry were here, he would have mocked me for laughing uglier than crying.

I wiped the blood from my eyes with a tissue until I could finally see again.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. It was the family doctor. Carrying his medicine box, he helped me to the sofa and, without a word, began cleaning and bandaging my wound.

He examined my eyes carefully, asked if I felt pain anywhere else and only when he finished did he finally speak.

"Heinry called me today. He still cares about you, but Helena’s death broke him. He’s not the same man anymore. Please… try to understand."

"He didn’t mean it. One day, I believe he’ll come to his senses and treat you the way he used to."

I only nodded in silence, unwilling to argue.

After he left, I looked around at the empty house with heavy eyes. This had been my home for four years.

Yet the love I had clung to for four years now felt completely meaningless.

Just then, a text arrived from my mother.

[The divorce certificate is ready and Naomi’s transfer is complete. I’ll pick her up tomorrow.]

I went upstairs to my daughter’s room and quietly packed the few things I had left.

Then I sat on the bed in silence. In the closet hung only two dresses, one of them was my wedding dress from Heinry and the other was the dress I was meant to wear at tomorrow’s banquet.

But I knew now I would never wear either of them again.

Less than an hour later, the courier delivered my divorce certificate.

At the same moment, a message came from Heinry. His words carried warning instead of care.

[The family doctor told me your injury isn’t serious. I ordered takeout for you. Get and eat it. Wanda lost the baby. I’ll settle this with you after tomorrow’s celebration. Don’t embarrass me there.]

I sneered at the screen and ignored him.

Heinry stayed at the hospital with Wanda that night. I, on the other hand, sat alone in the living room, burning every photo of us, even the train tickets we had saved from our trips.

At last, I took out my wedding dress. I cut away the kite pattern that had once meant so much to me.

I folded it neatly on the sofa before placing the divorce certificate on top.

After that, I packed my suitcase, carefully placing inside it the half-page diary my father had left behind. Without a single glance back, I walked away from the house that had been mine for four years.

I had already saved the secret that could ruin Heinry’s reputation onto a USB drive. In just one hour, the world would no longer see him as the charming, wealthy, perfect CEO of the Lorrimer Group.

The moment I boarded the plane, I sent him one final message.

[It’s over between us, Heinry. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Goodbye.]