The dazzling, crowded party hall felt suffocating. Christina turned and stepped outside for a breath of air.

She had barely been out for a moment when Keala followed her like a piece of stubborn cling film.

Standing there with the arrogance of a “victor,” she looked down on her and said, “Christina, your parents and your husband—now, they all love me.”

Christina’s tone stayed light. “Once, they loved me, too.

“Love is the most unstable thing in the world. Today, they can love you, and tomorrow, they can love me again.

“Falling in love isn’t impressive. Staying in love—that’s the real skill.

“And love always changes.”

Just like how Hervey used to love her but now loved Keala instead.

Keala’s expression twisted. Nothing infuriated her more than Christina’s calm, indifferent manner.

“You act so high and mighty. Want to hear a secret?

“You ever wonder why Hervey suddenly stopped loving you? I told him that while you were kidnapped, you were passed around. That when you came back pretending to be ‘pure,’ it was all fake.

“Men love to say they don’t care about stuff like that, but inside? They’re disgusted.

“Whenever Hervey slept with me, he’d say you were already ‘used up’ but still played innocent. It made him sick.

“This gift—do you like it?”

Christina trembled all over with rage.

No wonder Hervey had been distant and unpredictable with her throughout their three-year marriage.

No wonder he’d spend ages in the shower after they slept together.

Apparently… he had always thought she was tainted.

And the one who planted all of this… was Keala.

Christina finally snapped. She raised her hand and slapped Keala hard.

Keala fell to the ground on cue—just as the guests from the party conveniently walked out and witnessed the scene.

She immediately grabbed Christina’s pant leg and started crying.

“I’m sorry, Christina! I didn’t mean to take Mom, Dad, or Hervey from you. I know I’m just an adopted child, and you’ve always looked down on me. I’ll leave the Olivers. You’ll never see me again...”

The moment she spoke, their parents, Elijah and Liza, rushed over and protectively wrapped their arms around Keala.

“No! You’re our precious daughter. If anyone leaves, it won’t be you.”

“Christina, after all these years, you still can’t let Keala go? If you can’t accept her, then you get out of the family. As far as we’re concerned, we never had a daughter like you!”

Hervey glared at her with righteous fury.

“Christina, if you have a problem, come at me. Why are you bullying Keala?

“I’ve already done what you wanted and married you. What else do you want?”

Christina’s eyes burned red.

Her parents, her husband—every single one of them was ready to cut ties with her for this vicious woman.

Christina was the one who had been hurt, and somehow, all of it had become her fault.

She looked at him coldly.

“So marriage isn’t something you can decide for yourself, but an affair is?”

Hervey’s expression changed. Elijah and Liza looked confused.

Before they could react, Keala suddenly threw herself off the second floor.

Below was soft grass; she wouldn’t die. But it was enough to make everyone believe Christina had driven her to an attempted suicide.

Once again, she became the villain in everyone’s eyes.

Watching the people who once loved her turn their backs one by one, Christina’s expression grew more and more bitter. She turned and went home to pack her things.

That night, as soon as Hervey walked in, he attacked her verbally.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Did she die?” Christina replied calmly. “If she didn’t, then no—I’m not satisfied.”

Given everything Keala had done to her, even dying a hundred times wouldn’t be enough.

Hervey’s fists clenched, his knuckles cracking.

“You know about Keala and me, so I won’t hide it anymore. I’ll give you one chance. If you go to the hospital right now and donate blood to her, I won’t divorce you.”

Christina let out a cold laugh.

“Impossible. If she dies, I’ll set off fireworks.”

Hervey’s face darkened. Whether she agreed or not, he dragged her to the hospital and forced the doctors to draw her blood for Keala.

Inside the blood-drawing room, Christina backed away step by step.

“You can’t take my blood. I’m pregnant. I need to see Hervey. Tell him to come here!”

The doctor, afraid something serious might happen, went to inform Hervey.

But before the doctor said a word, Hervey snapped, “She refuses? Then tell her this—no matter what, the blood must be drawn today. Even if she dies, she’ll die after giving the blood!”

The doctor didn’t even get to explain before Hervey pushed him out.

When the doctor returned to the room, Christina grabbed onto a sliver of hope.

“Did he agree to let me go? I’m carrying his child; he can’t treat me like this.”

The doctor looked at her, sighed deeply, and said, “Ma’am… He said… even if you die, he wants every last drop of your blood first.”

Christina’s eyes shook violently. She tried to escape.

But before she reached the door, the doctor had people drag her back and forcefully restrain her.

They first drew 13 and a half ounces.

Hervey said it wasn’t enough.

Then they drew another 13 and a half ounces.

Christina’s face turned ghostly pale. A sharp pain stabbed through her lower abdomen as blood continued to flow.

She cried until her throat nearly tore.

She knew—her baby… could not be saved.

Christina was rushed into the emergency room after her miscarriage.

When Hervey stepped out of Keala’s ward and saw how much blood Christina had lost, his heart skipped a beat.

It was just a blood draw. How could she lose that much?

She must be faking it.

In the past, every time she “bullied” Keala, she always put on an innocent face afterward. This time had to be the same.

Inside the operating room, the doctor prepared to have Hervey sign the surgery consent form, but Christina refused.

“We’re already divorced. He’s not my husband. He has no right to sign for me. I’ll sign it myself.”

Holding on with the last of her strength, she signed the consent form.

After the operation, she stayed in the hospital for three days. She rescheduled her flight and received the official divorce certificate.

And during those three days, Hervey stayed at the hospital—but only to accompany Keala.

Christina also heard that Keala hadn’t actually needed that much blood.

It was only because Hervey couldn’t tolerate even the slightest risk that he allowed them to draw 27 ounces of blood from Christina.

When she learned the truth, she didn’t even have tears left.

She’d gotten used to this kind of treatment years ago.

On the third day, she finished the discharge paperwork. Her flight was scheduled that night; she needed to go.

As she walked past Keala’s ward, she heard the two of them talking.

“Hervey, let’s get married.”

This time, Hervey hesitated, his voice complicated.

“Keala… because I donated blood for you, I promised Christina I wouldn’t divorce her. And honestly, she hasn’t done anything wrong these past three years. I can’t just divorce her for no reason.

“But don’t worry. The title might be hers, but my heart has always been with you.”

Keala’s expression darkened, but she still softened her tone and said, “I understand your situation, Hervey. As long as we can be together, I don’t care about the title.”

Watching them act so hypocritical, Christina’s eyes were filled with cold ridicule.

‘Hervey… So now, you don’t want a divorce?’

Well, she was done. She was divorced.

She turned and left, heading out to get a cab to the airport.

Just as she reached the hospital entrance, Hervey caught up to her and grabbed her wrist.

“Christina, I know this whole thing wronged you, but Keala has never had any sense of security since she was a child. I have to stay with her.

“But don’t worry—I keep my word. I won’t divorce you. As long as you’re willing, you will always be my wife.”

There was a time when she held onto that title because she loved him.

But she didn’t love him anymore. If Keala wanted that title, she could have it.

Christina’s reply was cold. “It’s fine. None of that matters now. I’m leaving anyway.”

Hervey didn’t hear the rest; Keala was calling him again.

He let go of Christina’s hand. “I need to get back to the ward. Go home for now. Once everything is settled with Keala, we’ll talk, okay?”

Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked away.

Watching his retreating figure, Christina let out a cold laugh.

If he cared about Keala so much, then they should just stay together forever.

When Christina got in the car, she sent the video from the birthday party—where Keala exposed the truth—straight to his email, along with their electronic copy of the divorce certificate.

Right then, Hamish called her.

“The money’s already been transferred to your account. Where are you planning to go this time?”

Christina looked out the window. “Somewhere no one knows me. Somewhere without biased parents or a biased husband.”

After a pause, she added, “Hey, thank you.”

At least with him, she had felt a sense of fairness.

As the hospital grew farther and farther behind her, she blocked and deleted all contact information for Hervey, Elijah, and Liza.

She didn’t need biased parents anymore.

And since Hervey cheated, he was out of her life, too.

‘Hervey,’ she thought, ‘I hope we never meet again in this lifetime. If we do… we’ll be enemies.’