Vespera suddenly looked up. She never thought Brielle would dare appear so boldly in her daughter’s hospital room.

Seeing her daughter’s reddened face and remembering how Draven had just coldly told the doctor to give up resuscitation, Vespera immediately stood up.

“What are you doing here? Get out of here right now!”

Draven laughed dismissively.

“Why aren’t you keeping up that Mrs. Vaughn posture anymore? Why didn’t you suppress the news about Brielle and me this time? Haven’t I compensated you? Are you still dissatisfied?”

While speaking, he pulled Brielle into his arms and kissed her deeply.

Vespera quickly moved to stand in front of her daughter, fearing she might suddenly see this scene.

Brielle pretended to be shy and softly punched Draven’s chest, smiling as she spoke, “Brother Draven, how could you behave like this in front of them? Even if Amethyst might never wake up, letting Vespera see this still makes me shy.”

Hearing this, Vespera’s gaze grew cold.

Brielle, that culprit, still dared to curse her daughter in front of her!

Vespera could no longer bear it. After confirming that her daughter was still unconscious, she immediately moved, hurried in front of Brielle, and slapped her hard across the face.

“Brielle, do you really think that with Draven supporting you, I can’t do anything to you? Get out of here!”

Brielle never expected Vespera to actually hit her. Covering her red, swollen cheek, she looked at Brielle with tearful eyes.

Vespera didn’t hesitate to grab Brielle’s arms, wanting to push her out of the ward.

Brielle instead followed her force, cried out, and fell downward.

Draven was mad. He dragged Brielle into his arms, completely disregarding Vespera as he knocked her heavily to the floor.

Vespera’s waist slammed against the sharp corner of the hospital bed. She groaned while blood soaked into her white dress.

Draven didn’t even look at her injury and shouted, “For a bastard child, you actually dared to hit Brielle. You’re completely insane!”

“Amethyst is not a bastard!” Vespera shouted.

Draven scoffed. “I didn’t come back that night at all. You were drugged, and shortly after, you became pregnant. You still want to blame this bastard on me?”

Vespera’s eyes were red as she looked at the two people before her.

“I’ve said it already, you can look at the paternity test. You can arrange one yourself, too. Why haven’t you done it?”

Brielle smiled mockingly. “Of course, Brother Draven already did the paternity test. Amethyst is nothing but a bastard. Draven is far too kind; he didn’t expose you before his parents and even allowed you to remain Mrs. Vaughn.”

Vespera tugged at her lips. Even if Draven didn’t reveal the so-called paternity test to Octavian and Lavinia Vaughn, it had nothing to do with loving her.

It was only to keep her close and torment her.

And that paternity test was fake, because Amethyst was Draven’s biological daughter!

Back then, Draven drugged Vespera after Brielle provoked him with a few words.

He even pushed another man into her room, simply because Brielle wanted to see if Vespera could still defend her innocence.

They even made a bet right in front of her.

If Vespera had not fought with all her strength, that man would have already succeeded.

And Draven, as if it were normal, hugged Brielle and turned to head to the bar.

That night, he came back drunk and had a night of passion with Vespera, who had been locked in the room and was still under the effects of the drugs.

The following day, Draven remembered nothing about it.

With Brielle influencing him, he became convinced that Vespera was not pregnant with his child.

It was from then on that Vespera had Amethyst, and she stopped reacting the way she once had, no longer losing control over Draven’s behavior.

She officially became Mrs. Vaughn.

Regaining her composure, Vespera looked at the cold Draven before her and understood that no matter how much she explained, he would never believe her.

She suppressed every emotion, looked at them calmly, and took out the prepared divorce papers from her bag.

“Draven, I don’t want anything to do with your affairs anymore. Sign it.”

Looking at Vespera’s expression, calm like still water, Draven’s heart trembled for a moment.

As if trying to hide something, he immediately tore up the divorce agreement she handed over and shouted angrily, “Vespera! You still haven’t paid for your sins. You want a divorce? Keep dreaming!”

Looking into Draven’s angry eyes, Vespera found the situation absurd.

She had already suffered under Draven for so many years. Her dignity, body, and emotions had all been damaged beyond repair.

And Draven had never believed a single word she said, blindly blaming everything on her.

Vespera felt like a prisoner sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment by Draven.

For a brief moment, she felt a bit discouraged.

Brielle, at the side, revealed jealousy and hatred in her eyes upon hearing Draven’s words.

She had long wanted to take the position Mrs. Vaughn, but because Draven wouldn’t agree to a divorce, everything fell apart.

Brielle looked at Vespera with bitter eyes and forced a fake smile.

“Brother Draven, Vespera loves you so much that she won’t even let me stay near you. How could she truly want a divorce? This is likely just another move to draw your attention.”

Understanding appeared in Draven’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

Brielle reached out and grabbed Vespera’s hand, her nails pressed deep into her arm, yet her face still held a fake smile.

“Vespera, if you keep using this kind of method, you won’t live long. Maybe Amethyst hasn’t woken up because of you.”

Vespera’s eyes widened. She forcefully shook off Brielle’s hand and raised her arm, wanting to slap her.

The next moment, Draven caught her arm and pushed her away without restraint.

He shielded Brielle behind him, looking at Vespera with disgust.

“You still dare to hit Brielle right in front of me?! Which word did she say was wrong?”

Vespera only pressed her wound and stayed silent.

Seeing how calm she looked, the panic in Draven’s chest rushed back again.

He felt the urge to say something.

But Brielle, in his arms, suddenly cried out in pain, looking at him with that familiar face and pleading.

Draven instantly forgot everything else.

He picked up Brielle and turned to leave, never once looking back at Vespera.

Watching Draven’s determined back, Vespera lowered her gaze.

She stood up and pulled out her phone to call Octavian.

“Dad, the agreement we signed seven years ago has reached its end.”

On the other side of the phone, Octavian went quiet for a short while before letting out a heavy breath.

“It was Draven who failed you. I will settle this matter within one week. I will have half of Draven’s assets transferred to you and consider it as compensation.”

After discussing things with Octavian, Vespera went back to the villa.

As long as one more week went by, she could take her daughter and leave Draven.

For the first time in seven years, Vespera felt relaxed.

She packed up everything in the room, tossing all the few keepsakes Draven had once given her, things she had always treasured, into the trash bin.

And those costly pieces of jewelry, every single one of them was proof of Draven shaming her.

Each time Draven was with another woman outside and slept with her once, when he came home, he would hand Vespera another piece of jewelry.

Draven would even demand that Vespera wear those pieces of jewelry when attending important events.

Outsiders only saw how much Draven spoiled his wife.

Only Vespera knew that every time she put them on, it was a quiet humiliation to her.

Thinking about this, Vespera contacted a merchant who recycled jewelry.

Those past humiliations would soon turn into money, warming the future days of her and her daughter.

Right at that moment, Draven suddenly called. Vespera’s fingers slipped, and she answered directly.

Draven and Brielle’s tangled bodies appeared in front of Vespera.

Brielle’s moans, Draven’s heavy breaths, all mixed together, made Vespera feel deeply sick.

In the past, she would have already been unable to stand it, ending the video call and even thinking about this matter again and again.

But now, she simply set the phone aside and muted it, continuing to organize her things.

On the other side of the video call, seeing that Vespera showed no reaction at all, Draven felt awkward and angry, his movements growing more forceful.

The Brielle beneath him moaned even louder, but Vespera’s side stayed, had no reaction at all.

Draven angrily ended the video call and called again.

“Vespera, you actually dare to block my video call? Do you still want your father’s medical expenses paid?”

Vespera stayed silent. Draven took it as if she was backing down, mocking as he spoke, “I’m in Holston, room 888. Bring me a box of condoms, or don’t blame me if Brielle ends up pregnant.”

After saying that, he immediately ended the call.

If this had been before, Vespera would have been easily pushed into losing control by Draven.

But now, she calmly placed a delivery request on her phone.

Not long after, the second-hand dealer replied.

Looking at the amount on it, Vespera finally smiled.

Draven didn’t come back home the whole night.

The next day, when news kept showing up on her phone about Draven meeting Brielle late at night, Vespera chose to ignore all of it.

Today was the day she and Draven had agreed on, once every month, to go see Casimir.

In the past, no matter how badly she and Draven argued, he would still keep this appointment.

It was exactly because of this that Vespera had always kept some hope for their marriage.

But today, she waited on the couch in the living room until the sun set, and Draven still did not appear.

Vespera quietly lowered her head, picked up her phone, and the moment she unlocked it, a Facebook post from Brielle showed up right in front of her.

[Someone said today he would take me out to unwind, and he even bought me more than a dozen sets of jewelry.]

Along with it was an intimate photo of Brielle and Draven pressed tightly together, and in the second photo, the jewelry looked painfully familiar, exactly the same pieces Vespera had sold yesterday, only now they were brand new.

In an instant, Vespera understood everything.

Draven already knew she had sold the jewelry and used this move to pressure her, or more plainly, to make her give in.

Unfortunately, Draven misjudged her. She no longer cared about the title of Mrs. Vaughn.

Whatever Draven planned to do was fine. She no longer cared.

Vespera turned around and went to her father’s hospital ward. Looking at her father sleeping there, and thinking about her daughter who was still unconscious, she finally could not hold back her tears.

At that moment, Vespera’s phone suddenly rang. It was a voice recording sent by Brielle.

At first, Vespera thought Brielle was trying to upset her again by sending those intimate recordings.

She did not want her father to hear such unpleasant sounds, so she reached out to delete it right away.

Unexpectedly, her finger slipped, and the recording started playing.

Brielle’s sweet, sticky voice echoed through the ward.

“Brother Draven, you once said Vespera’s father was put into a coma by people you arranged. Was it really just because I got slapped once by Vespera?”

Vespera suddenly opened her eyes wide, unable to accept what she had just heard.

Draven’s indulgent voice came through. “Of course. Vespera dared to lay hands on you, so I made her father pay the price. This is the sins she needed to make up for. Vespera deserves to rot at the bottom.”

Hearing this, big tears rolled down Vespera’s face.

The slap she gave Brielle happened when Draven first brought her back.

Brielle and Draven were cheating on the marital bed that once belonged to Vespera.

Vespera truly could not take it anymore, which was why she slapped Brielle.

Over just that slap, Draven had someone put her father into a coma?

At that moment, Vespera felt everything was painfully absurd.

She married Draven to return Octavian’s kindness.

But because of Draven, her father suffered an even worse disaster.

Vespera tightly held her phone, saved the voice message sent by Brielle, and then sent a message.

[Help me find out who Draven contacted before and after my father’s accident back then.]

The person on the other side quickly agreed. Vespera’s eyes hardened.

She wouldn’t let Draven or Brielle escape. She would dig up every piece of evidence and send these two people straight to hell!