Autumn's warm breath wafted around, giving a cozy and soothing atmosphere at midday. The determined Violet placed all the ingredients she needed for the meals she'd cook. Afterwards, the kitchen door opened, revealing Mother Lily, a middle-aged woman who had been Violet's nanny since she was a child.

Mother Lily was holding a basket filled with vegetables as she strode toward Violet.

Earlier, Violet asked her nanny over the phone to lend her a hand with the dishes Violet was planning to cook for dinner. Violet then beamed as warm as the weather as she took the basket that Mother Lily had handed her and said, "Thank you, nanny, for the assistance. The kitchen would be a mess without you. Besides, I wanted this dinner date to be memorable since it was the first time Tyler asked me for this."

Mother Lily's eyes flashed a hint of apprehension, she had witnessed how Violet and Sara bloomed over the years. She also knows the difference between the two. Sara may appear elegant and proper on the outside, but she is wild on the inside, while Violet seems to be misunderstood by her appearance. She is fragile and has a good heart inside.

"I've witnessed how you love that child secretly over the years. You've been misunderstood by your iron-fisted father, and yet, you remained silent. I don't want you to suffer again, Violet. Love, come and go, it was a feeling of warmth which brought immense happiness, but it can also make someone a fool." The middle-aged woman said, washing the vegetable in the sink.

"I will always keep that in mind, Nanny Lily. I assure you, Tyler had changed. We reconciled, and he promised to treat me better in the future." Violet replied, a flush rising into her cheeks.

From the view of Mother Lily, she could picture Violet with joy and excitement. Seeing Violet in that state made the old woman tease her more. "Do you still remember when you were in college? You used to read novels with love after-marriage tropes. It seemed like fictitious scenarios could also happen in reality."

"Nanny Lily!" Violet hissed, suppressing the creeping smile on her lips, and added, "Can you check Valery in the garden to see if the decoration went well?"

Vallery Williams is a well-known event organizer from Bay City, her styles were superb, and even the Grandest wedding of the Duchess in England was styled and organized by her.

Good Riddance, Vallery was Violet's friend, and even though the event was rushed and short of notice, Vallery still did Violet a favor.

Before moving, Mother Lily enveloped Violet in an embrace and whispered, "I wish for your happiness Violet. Finally, that child sees you as a woman, not someone's replica."

Hearing this, a smile crinkled in Violet's mouth as she let go of Mother Lily and proceeded to cook. It took her a couple of hours, with her great effort, to cook dishes such as Austrian Wiener, lohikeitto, a full plate of croissants, Irish stew, sarmale, and pierogi.

Violet then paused for breath and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

Violet huffed, her lips sewn into a grimace when her phone buzzed. She received a message from Tyler, which made her heart in glee.

Tyler: [See you tonight at seven. I can't wait to see how beautiful my wife will be.]

A few seconds later, Nanny Lily went inside and helped Violet to set up the food on the long table in the garden. When Valery noticed how busy her friend was, she volunteered to help, which Violet gladly accepted.

When dusk came, Vallery told Violet she'd give Mother Lily a ride. Mother Lily had to go home early since she had a grandchild to care for, while Vallery had other errands to attend to. Before bidding farewell to the two, Violet gave them a souvenir along with the Tupper wares filled with the dishes she had cooked earlier.

"Good luck on your date, Violet!" Vallery and Mother Lily said in unison, which made Violet chuckle.

"Drive safely!" Violet waved as she watched the Car of Vallery drive away.

As Violet entered the mansion, nervousness surged through her heart at that moment. She went upstairs to her room and took a bath.

Afterward, she wore the dress Tyler had given her and gazed at her reflection in the Vanity mirror. Violet expressed discomfort as she moved a little; the dress hung loose on her body as though one movement would reveal her soul.

As a matter of fact, Violet didn't fancy the dress. It had a revealing neckline and was a bit tight. It's too short and proactive. She would have thrown it away if Tyler hadn't given it to her.

Suddenly, sadness crept on her beautiful face when Violet remembered Sara's preference for this kind of outfit. Tyler might have assumed that they loved the same things because they were twins, which he thought was factually inaccurate.

"These thoughts continued to haunt me. Let alone the negativities, It was a memorable day for me. I should not have thought of something like this, "Violet stated, her voice almost screaming with fear. She brushed those negative thoughts aside and didn't waste time applying makeup to enhance her complexion.

While applying red lipstick to her cherry lips, Violet's gaze fell on her round glasses, and she smiled faintly. If Tyler saw her without glasses, would he be happy, or would he mistook her for Sara? A lot of questions lingered in Violet's mind as she looked at herself in front of the Vanity Mirror.

The woman in front of her was far from her old features. Without glasses, she could almost see her and Sara's resemblance. No wonder why the people around them mistook her for Sara.

As darkness flickered across the ground, the fairy lights in the garden had been lit. Violet was standing near the window on the second floor when she heard a horn of a car outside. Her heart throbbed inside her chest with the thought Tyler would see her in red dress. However, before she took a step forward, she felt something ominous. It was indeed a sinking feeling.

Hearing that Tyler had arrived, Violet's heart thumped as a quiver surged through her body. She went down in fidgets as she sprinted in the garden through the backdoor. Violet then wandered her eyes around and crept a proud smile, thinking about the efforts that Valery and Mother Lily put into making everything perfectly settled.

Violet sent a message to Tyler, telling him to meet her in the garden, with a grin on her solemn face. [Meet me in the garden. I am wearing the dress you gave me.]

Moments later, Violet's expectation of Tyler's response made her somehow gauche. Without hesitation, she shook her head and brushed off the jittery feeling that had bothered her.

'Perhaps he read it but was too thrilled to respond.' Violet pondered.

A few seconds later, Violet heard clamant footsteps. Closer by closer, it made her heart beats rapidly as if she was breathless. But when the footsteps approached her, Violet's eyes dilated when she saw Tyler stood before her. He was not alone.

Behind him, there were two other guys and one woman who wore the same dress as hers, which made her brow furrowed and alarmed.

At that moment, Confusion dominated Violet's face. Tyler had previously maintained a subtle manner, but tonight he was accompanied by his acquaintances and even held a woman in his arms in front of his wife. Did he show her his compassionate side to deceive her?

"Tyler, What's the meaning of this?" Violet asked, though, in her heart, she already knew the answer.

Instead of responding, Tyler grabbed the woman next to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and sensually licked her neck. "Violet, you're so naive. Do you believe that a person can change overnight? Don't play dumb after playing with fire."

Tyler then turned to face the woman he had brought with him. The woman with blond hair mocked with a coquettish giggle, "Your wife, seems agitated, honey. What to do?"

"Don't mind her. She wasn't my wife. She's the maid who will serve us today," Tyler reckoned, his voice making Violet's spine stiffen with pain.

The next thing Violet knew, her body trembled as tears started to crawl from her eyes as she witnessed how the man he had secretly loved for ages kissed the woman in his arms without removing his gaze from her.

Violet's nerves rippled low down in her stomach as she defended her feelings for the first time, "I prepared everything...I prepared everything because I thought you had changed! I couldn't believe you could do such a thing!"

Tyler chuckled bitterly, followed by his friend's peel of laughter, which made Violet shrink to the ground as if she was just a mere speck of dust in front of their eyes.

"Man, you are right. Your wife was foolish to fall for such cheap manipulation. Like a devoted dog to its master, this ignorant slut seemed to believe whatever you said to her!" One of Tyler's friends commented.

Tyler gazed at Violet and smirked before saying, "Yeah. I told you, wasn't I? She was dumb enough to believe that I would change in a day. She really didn't have a brain."

With contempt, Tyler stepped forward, leaned on the weeping face of Violet, and grabbed her on her cheeks.

"How stupid you are, Violet. Do you actually believe that I would forget everything you did to me? Hell no! You are not what I asked for. In this life, Sara would be the only one suited for me. Even if you wear a nice dress, you are only a white lotus — delicate outside but rotten inside. I will never love someone like you. You disgust me!"

The wind was quite cold as if it sent Violet a tremor. Tyler's words rang in Violet's ears, and she felt a thousand needles pierce her heart. She may be messy, but she never mistreated him as her husband. Even though he pushed her away, her love drove her patience to stay with him.

But this time was different. The picture of Tyler's gentle smile, words, gestures, and how he called her wife in Violet's mind was shattered as her heart had been torn. Those gestures that swayed her heart and Tyler's words were all made-up lies.

Violet eventually realized what was going on. Everything was planned by Tyler, and he set her up. He duped her with his words sufficed with lies and deception.

"What took you so long?" Tyler asked, his tone laced with disgust. Violet's shoulder slumped as Tyker's remark rang in her ear. She handed the expensive wine to one of Tyler's friends, Rustom, who gratefully took it. The man thanked them and went to see their friend in eyeglasses at the Billiard Table.

"I'm sorry, I had trouble finding the key to the winery, so it took me a bit to find it," Violet explained, struggling to breathe.

Violet stiffened when she met Tyler's deep and ironic eyes, prompting her secretly pinched her palm with the thought that she might infuriate him.

Tyler stood from his seat, let go of the woman on his lap, and spat, "Oh, that makes sense. Go and serve us the food you cooked and pour our glasses with wine."

Along the way to the long table, Violet moved forward as she lost her balance when someone blocked her strides. She fell to the ground and the crashing sounds of the bottle of wine reverberated. Due to Violet's reflexes, she escaped the sharp edges and fell on the floor like a deflated balloon.

Baffled, Violet could feel that her blood had been sucked out of her body, and before she could explain herself, a coquettish complaint of the blond woman echoed in the corners.

"Tyler, she purposefully poured wine over my dress!" exclaimed the woman, clinging to Tyler's arms.

"I didn't..." Violet whispered, her lips quivering.

She wanted to defend herself, open her mouth, and speak, but would they listen to her? Did someone ever listen to her when she was wronged? In the eyes of the people who only saw her as Sara's imitation?

At that moment, Violet's knees trembled when Tyler approached her, his eyes dimmed in anger and his jaw tightened as he muttered sternly, "Clean it, Violet."

Apparently, Violet was like a weak, soft sheep that was bullied. She nodded in response before she left the garden and took a rug from the kitchen. When she had the rug, she rushed back to the garden and wiped the floor, afraid of infuriating Tyler.

As she silently wiped the wine on the floor and took the broken shards of the bottle, shame crawled across her face. Violet felt sorry for herself as she cleaned the floor. How could she have believed Tyler's white lies? She was deluded by the thought that Tyler had changed a little and recognized her for who she profoundly was.

'How foolish you are, Violet. You are wrong.' Violet thought of herself.

The date night was planned by Tyler, after all. That's his retribution for the crime she'd done. He wanted to humiliate her in front of his friends, and that was something evil that Violet never thought Tyler could do to her.

Hours later, the night was young, and the garden was filled with laughter from drinkers. Violet stood silently on the side near the swimming pool, where she could see the bright moon reflected in the crystal clear water.

She couldn't take Tyler's humiliation and treatment of her like a maid any longer. She wanted to end this horrible night that had imprinted in her memory. Violet was about to turn her back and walk away from the place when a rough hand seized her wrist forcefully.

"Where do you think you are going? You are our servant tonight. Come on, serve me," said the man wearing eyeglasses. Violet could tell he was drunk because of his slurred speech and bloodshot eyes.

Fear surged through Violet's beautiful face when the man's cold finger ran through her skin. "Let me go, you may be Tyler's friend, but you can't disrespect me!"

Like a hungry wolf aiming for his prey, the intoxicated man licked his lips as he reeked his gaze on Violet's body. Violet drew her arms back, and as she moved forward, Rustom smirked and trapped her from behind.

"No...please, you can't!" Violet begged, her tears welling up in her eyes.

"Cain, are you sure about this? She seemed didn't like this." Rustom asked the man who wore glasses.

"Tyler didn't hold value on her. Did you forget? This woman tricked him." Cain retorted as he pinned Violet to the ground. Violet gazed at Rustom as if she was begging him to help her, but Rustom gritted his lower lip and averted his gaze.

Cain's grasp tightened as Violet struggled, and he exclaimed, "I can't believe that this innocent-looking angel was really a slut. I mean, look at her. She was beautiful...and hot."

Violet's gaze soon turned to Tyler and the blond woman beside him. Rather than assisting her, he sneered and reacted to Cain's statement. "Don't be duped; she was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and I was once deceived by her angelic charm."

Hearing this from the man she loved, Violet felt daggers piercing her heart. Violet exerted all her remaining strength to push Cain away, but when she heard Tyler speak again, it made her brittle.

"You seemed to have a thing for my scum wife, Cain," Tyler observed.

Cain stroked Violet's hair, sending chills down her spine. He sniffed it like a madman and concluded, "If I say, I do. She was indeed my type. Would it be a problem?"

As the sinful words from Cain rang in Violet's ears, she gasped for breath and hoped Tyler had pitied her and refused to throw her into his friend's arms, but when Tyler spoke, Violet felt as if her world had crumpled and her heart had been torn.

Driven by liquor, Tyler's lips pursed, and he responded, "No. If you want, you can taste her. I don't mind. She was a slut anyway. I am sure she's gonna like it."

Upon hearing his friend's approval, Cain shouted excitedly and began kissing Violet's neck while massaging Violet's boobs. Violet screamed and cried, begging Tyler to help her, but he remained unmoved.

"Please stop! Tyler, please! I don't want this!" Violet shouted. Her voice was almost choking.

On the other hand, Rustom peered at Tyler and shook his head. He then tapped his shoulder and spoke, "I hope you won't regret this in the future. I'm leaving, have fun."

Tyler didn't take Rustom's word by heart. He glanced at Violet indifferently while holding a glass of wine that Violet had poured earlier. When Violet's dress was ripped, she felt horror, and the devil in front of her did nothing to stop Cain from harassing her.

Devoured by agitation, the blonde woman trembled and shouted, "She may deceive you, but look how horrible her state was! She's still your wife, and you treated her like worthless trash. I'm leaving. I didn't sign for this. This is wrong!"

"Please, I don't like this...let me go..." Violet lamented, almost half-naked.

When Tyler noticed Violet tremble as her eyes became leaden, he intervened and beat Cain to the ground. The liquor in his system had been drained from his body.

"Damn it! Leave!" Tyler growled, his eyes flashing red.

Cain, who wiped the blood from the side of his lips, finally came to his senses and saw how Violet was on the ground. She was shaking while hugging her body.

"S-Sh*t!" Cain panicked. The man even tumbled on his first attempt to stand up and crawled away.

Guilt overcame Tyler's senses at that moment, he immediately took off his clothes, and when he was about to stride toward Violet, the woman shouted and wailed.

"Are you happy now? You had a great show, didn't you? Your wife got harassed in front of you! I've had enough...please leave me alone!" Violet hollered. Her eyes were red and almost swollen.

"Violet...D*mn it!" Tyler didn't know what to do. He was confused. He should be happy that Violet suffered, but why did he feel the unsettled feeling of guilt in his heart and drove him to think that he had crossed the line?

Tyler shook his head as he moved backward with his hands balled in a fist and left the garden to drive away.

Meanwhile, Violet couldn't stop the silent tears rolling down her cheeks. The humiliation she had tonight was too much. She almost got raped, and her husband left her to be damned and humiliated.