The moment I froze, his personal assistant called out to me from behind. The conversation inside came to an abrupt halt. The door swung open.

Peter’s eyes flickered the moment he saw me. "Jessie? What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to rest at home and not work? Lily just arrived. I haven't seen her in a long time. She just came over to take a look..."

"Jess, how have you been lately?" Lilly asked, feigning innocence and harmlessness.

Her eyes gleamed with vitality, her face flushed with color—there wasn't a trace of hardship from being detained at the institute.

I swallowed the anger burning inside me and forced a smile. "I just arrived. I’m used to working and I get bored when I’m idle. I thought I’d better come over. Why are you here too?"

Since marrying me, Peter’s office had been arranged next to mine for convenience in managing Moan's.

He must have expected me to be furious at Lilly’s presence because he hurriedly took my hand, attempting to explain: "Honey, since she regained her freedom, I let her come back to continue working on the new drug development to understand the situation..."

"Didn’t you just say yesterday that there was no evidence and it was all speculation? I believe you." I swallowed my pride, suppressing my true feelings.

This man was truly despicable—sacrificing his own marriage for his beloved white moonlight. And now, with her safe and sound, she was still pretending?

Hearing my words, the tension in his shoulders eased. Soon after, he rushed back to Wilson's with his assistant to deal with urgent matters. But before leaving, I caught the concern in his eyes. He even made a point to remind me to wait for him after work so he could pick me up.

"Ms. Jessie, you’re still such an idiot, hahaha..." As soon as Peter left, Lilly dropped her act and sneered at me.

Gone was the innocent, pure facade. What stood before me now was a woman filled with malice and arrogance.

"You should really thank your fiancé for giving me such a wonderful life," she taunted. "Even more, thank your dear husband for doing all the dirty work for me. Don’t tell me you actually thought Peter married you out of love? Hahaha... They love me!"

She laughed mockingly, her voice dripping with condescension. "Jessie, when people talk about someone being as dumb as a pig, they mean you!"

I couldn’t hold back my rage any longer. Before I knew it, my hand lashed out across her face.

Lilly’s expression flickered—first shock, then cunning. She glanced behind me, smirked, then dramatically clutched her face and collapsed to the floor.

"Jessie! Why did you hit Lily?" Peter’s furious voice rang out.

I turned in shock, watching as he rushed past me to scoop Lilly into his arms. Just a second ago, she had looked so smug and venomous, but now she had transformed into a fragile, pitiful creature.

So, he was still worried about his precious white moonlight being alone with me, afraid I’d bully her.

"Didn't you say the past was behind us? What are you doing hitting her? Saying one thing and doing another!" he snapped.

I clenched my jaw, my body trembling with anger.

"Apologize! Apologize to Lily! You shouldn't have hit her," he ordered.

I remained silent.

Lilly leaned weakly against him, tears welling in her eyes. "Peter, don’t blame her. She only believes what those executives say—that I caused the lab explosion. It’s not her fault..."

She sniffled, her voice pitiful. "Peter, I don’t want to make things difficult for you. From now on, don’t help me anymore. I’ll go back to Shawn’s. Charlie said I can return to work at his company."

With that, she turned as if to leave. Without hesitation, Peter followed her, not even sparing me a glance.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The physical pain was nothing compared to the searing agony in my heart.

Swallowing my grief, I forced myself to return to my office, locked the doors and windows and resumed examining yesterday’s evidence.

After an entire day at the office, I still had no concrete answers.

Something felt off—like a crucial piece of the puzzle was missing, leaving an unbearable itch in my heart. Just as I was about to shut my laptop for the night, my phone screen lit up like a firefly flickering in the darkness.

Another anonymous message. My heart pounded as I clicked to open it.

This... this was exactly the missing piece I had been searching for! With this new information combined with my previous findings, I finally had enough proof—Lilly had stolen my father’s core technology!

But who was sending me these messages? Friend or foe? My mind raced with possibilities, thoughts spinning like an overheated CPU on the verge of burning out. At that moment, my phone rang. Without hesitation, I answered, my palms damp with anxiety.

The voice on the other end left me stunned. Tears welled up, spilling over like broken beads from a snapped string.

It was Uncle Larry, my father’s trusted friend. My father had entrusted him with something important, long before any of this unfolded. So, he had always suspected my stepmother and stepsisters? Of course. My father was no fool—he had seen the signs all along.

He had taken precautions, knowing something might happen to him. That’s why he had left vital evidence with Uncle Larry—proof that Lilly had stolen his core technology. If anything happened to him, Uncle Larry was to expose the truth.

And the anonymous video from before? That had been Uncle Larry’s doing as well. He had hired a private detective to gather evidence. A lifesaver in the middle of a storm.

I glanced at the countdown on my phone screen. The product launch was in two days. I needed to act fast. Those two traitors would pay for what they had done.

Suppressing my excitement, I pulled up the divorce papers and retyped every word, deliberate and unwavering, as though carving an oath of vengeance into stone. I packed my things and headed home, preparing for the final battle.

Just then, a message arrived from Peter—the man who had been absent all day.

[Jessie, are you off work yet? Lily was really hurt by what you did to her, she cried so much today. You don’t have to apologize, though. As her husband, I’ve already done that for you and stayed by her side all day.]

[Also, I was too harsh on you earlier. Should I come home tonight and make it up to you? I bought your favorite wontons. I’ll bring them back.]

I let out a cold chuckle and deleted the message. After everything, he still had the audacity to act like this? Did he think I was a three-year-old child? He could take his damn wontons and feed them to Lilly. I sat in the living room, waiting. From night to dawn. From hope to disappointment. But he never came home.

Instead, a message arrived from the private detective. A photograph.

In a dimly lit bar, beneath the flickering neon lights, Lilly clung to Peter like a snake coiling around its prey. He gazed down at her with such tenderness, his eyes overflowing with affection so sickening it could make one gag. What a disgusting display of so-called love.

The next morning, I woke up and methodically packed my belongings. What needed to be taken, I took. What needed to be discarded, I threw away. It was like cleaning up the remnants of a battlefield—leaving nothing behind.

Then, I called him.

The phone rang for a long time before he finally picked up. "Jessie? What’s wrong? Oh, right, Lily got drunk last night. I was worried about her, so I stayed to make sure she was okay. I’ll be home soon—we can have breakfast together, alright?" His voice was hoarse, with a hint of guilt, as if he had any right to feel that way.

I stared down at the divorce papers in my hands and sneered. "Are you her husband or her lover? And where are my wontons? Did you eat them yourself?"

"No, Jessie, please, listen to me. Don’t be mad. It’s not just about you hitting her—she’s been so upset, she begged me to stay with her—"

I hung up before he could finish. Every word out of his mouth was like salt on an open wound.

I picked up my pen and signed the divorce papers in one smooth stroke. The tip of the pen scraped against the paper with a sharp swish—a sound that declared the end of this farcical marriage. Without a single glance back, I took my bags and walked out the door. This time, for good.