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.

It was a raining cats and dogs in the Kurtzman Mansion, and Violet remained unmoved in her bed. She only stayed in bed and secluded herself in her room since the incident happened. Also, Violet tried her best to recover from the nightmare that kept on hunting her even in her dreams.

Whenever Violet remembered that horrible situation, she could still remember how Tyler's friend harassed her. And there wasn't a time when she felt like she wasn't secure in this empty space anymore. In fact, Violet was still in a daze about how Tyler could do such things and to what extent of anger he held for her. He threw her to his friend, who almost ravaged her defenselessly.

As soon as Violet's stomach grumbled in hunger, she heaved a sigh and, without a choice, got up from the bed that brought comfort to her and the pillows that wiped her tears when she cried at night.

Before heading downstairs, Violet ensured that the time was already eight in the morning. Since the incident happened, Violet avoided crossing paths with Tyler as much as possible. She never left her room, knowing that Tyler was inside the house. When she knew he was out, that was the only time she would go out of her room to do her stuff.

Sometimes Tyler would knock on her door and brought breakfast to console her. However, Violet didn't need Tyler's sympathy by bringing food that was against his will. Soon after, Violet stormed downstairs to cook something and ease her hunger.

Unexpectedly, Violet stopped from her track when she saw Tyler in the living room; he was holding paper in his hand with his reading glasses on. Violet might have leaped in adoration for Tyler and savored this opportunity to watch him if the incident hadn't happened, but the damage had been done and she was a fool to yearned for his affection.

When Tyler saw Violet, he rushed to her. "Are you hungry? Come, I cooked breakfast." Tyler's hand was about to tongue Violet, but she backed away as if scared of being scorched by his touch.

"I can manage," Violet responded, her voice tinged with contempt.

Tyler watched Violet while sufficing her plate. He couldn't blame her for acting distant from him. Ever since Violet secluded herself in the room, something changed. Before, Violet made him breakfast and gave her a warm smile similar to Sara's.

In fact, when Violet gave him the cold shoulder, that was the first time he felt troubled and uneasy. Tyler chose to be silent while they were eating breakfast. He decided to be quiet, although Violet's silence bothered him.

After a few moments of silence, Violet stood up and didn't glance at Tyler.

"Where are you going? You just got down for minutes," Tyler stated.

"I'm done eating. Therefore I'll be the first to leave," Violet responded bluntly.

"But you only—" Violet intervened, leaving Tyler's remarks unspoken. "I'll feel better if I'm in my room." After saying this, Violet left with her heavy footsteps.

After that encounter, Violet became more distant from Tyler. She'd rather starve herself than see the man's face, which only infuriated her. Tyler should be happy because she's doing him a favor. Since he hated her to the core, he must have been having fun rather than pestering her.

One day, Violet woke up on the wrong side of the bed when she heard Tyler knocked outside the door. She let alone the noise and buried herself with pillows in her ears, but Tyler was too persistent.

Seconds later, Tyler spoke outside, saying," Violet, I know you hated me but don't let the guest wait for you downstairs."

Violet immediately jolted and pushed herself up, and changed her clothes. She was confused about who that person might be, and when she thought that maybe Sara would send a person to tell her the woman's address, she didn't waste time and got down.

"Aunt Leila?" Violet asked in surprise. Seeing her Aunt for years made her delighted. The woman was her deceased mother's best friend and beloved mother figure. When their mother died from cancer, her Aunt Leila became her second mother, aside from Nanny Lily.

Back then, taking care of Violet and Sara was Leila's promise she pledged to her best friend's grave. Unfortunately, when she got married, she lived outside the country and continued having social communication with Violet.

It had been years ever since they saw each other in the flesh. The two embraced each other as if they were filling the years they had been apart. Violet was the first to break the embrace and assist Aunt Leila to sit on the couch.

Soon, Tyler appeared while holding a tray of Juice and a sandwich from the kitchen. Aunt Leila teased her, saying, 'Is he the man you've been eyeing for years?

Violet didn't have a choice because if she had lied, her Aunt Leila could easily have known it. So, Violet nodded in response, which made Aunt Leila cough fakely, and helped Tyler to place the food on the glass table near them.

"You are My Sweet Violet's husband? You seemed familiar to me. Hmph," Aunt Leila stated.

Tyler cleared his throat, put his left hand in his pocket, and responded, "It seemed like the Madame didn't remember me. I am Sara's Lo—"

"You are the young love!" Aunt Leila exclaimed. She leaned in closer and added, "Did you ever receive a love letter in college? It was written on a blue piece of paper."

Tyler paused for a while to consider Aunt Leila's question. He may have gotten a hundred letters during college, but one letter stood out.

"Yes, I remember it," Tyler answered immediately.

Meanwhile, Violet glared at her Aunt Leila because she couldn't have such embarrassment. Instead of zipping her mouth, Aunt Leila even spat out some content of the paper that Violet wrote for Tyler back then.

"Do you still remember this sentence? I had many dreams and fantasies. If I told you those dreams, would you look at me? People may taunt your existence and see you as a person. But for me, you are my whole world. And if there's another lifetime, I only love you even though I am only in shadows." Aunt Leila asked, pinching Violet secretly.

Upon hearing Aunt Leila's words, Tyler's eyes widened. He could clearly remember those words even though this was the second time he had heard them as if they had been etched in his mind for a long time.

"Yes! I could still remember those sentences. However, I have Sar—" Tyler blinked again as his words were interrupted for the second time.

Instead of being delighted by Auntie Leila's intervention in Tyler's response, she smiled faintly because no matter what, Sara would always be in Tyler's heart.

"By the way, My Sweet girl, yesterday I bought a property near a lovely lake. This Auntie felt bad for not giving you a marriage gift. Man and wife need a pleasant place for their honeymoon. How about having a moment with your husband, there? Is that alright with you, son-in-law?"

In a trance, Violet knew Tyler would be the first to object to Aunt Leila's offer because she had just temporarily replaced Sapphire. Besides, Sara was the only person Tyler could consider his wife in this world.

Before Violet could refuse, Tyler stood up and responded, which stunned her. "There's a saying that you shouldn't turn down someone's kindness. I'm fine with it, Aunt Leila. We'll surely come."