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!

The following day, as usual, Draven sent over a set of jewelry as an apology.

Vespera didn’t even glance at it and contacted the merchant again.

Draven seemed to see her action as a challenge.

He stopped returning home and instead openly traveled around with Brielle, causing endless rumor-filled scandals.

By now, everyone online knew Vespera was no longer favored, and that Mrs. Vaughn’s position would soon be replaced.

Under the news were countless sighing comments from netizens.

[I used to think President Vaughn truly loved his wife; otherwise, why would he give her so much jewelry? But in the end, it still could not beat something new.]

[I have a friend who works near President Vaughn, who told me that on the very day he married Mrs. Vaughn, President Vaughn already brought this mistress home, and it was said they even slept on Mrs. Vaughn’s wedding bed.]

The very next moment, the official Vaughn Corporation account replied under that comment.

[Please discuss responsibly and do not post comments casually. Miss Luxembourg is not a mistress. She is President Vaughn’s only love.]

Seeing that reply, Vespera froze for a short moment.

All these years, no matter how others shamed her, Draven had never defended herself in front of outsiders.

Now, netizens were simply saying what was true, and Draven couldn’t wait to step forward, even using the official Vaughn Corporation account.

Vespera closed her phone and stopped reading those comments.

Three days later was the Vaughn Corporation annual meeting. Octavian asked her to attend this annual meeting before leaving.

No matter what Draven was, she would soon be free.

However, on the day of the annual meeting, under the bright lights, Draven openly brought Brielle in!

Vespera stood stunned in place, while Brielle linked her arm through Draven’s and walked ahead with a smile.

“Vespera, I told Brother Draven that I wanted to see more of the world, so he brought me here. Don’t blame him. After all, I will often come to events like this in the future.”

She smiled with clear meaning, and Vespera’s face darkened at once.

And Draven stayed beside Brielle, shielding her, as if none of this concerned him at all.

Teasing looks from the crowd struck Vespera like needles.

In that moment, Vespera pressed her nails into her palm, forcing herself to stay calm.

She turned to walk away, but Brielle grabbed her arm.

Under the lights, Brielle’s smile looked painfully eye-catching.

“Vespera, you’re not upset with me, are you? I’ll toast you a drink. Calm down.”

While speaking, she forcefully pushed a wine glass toward Vespera’s mouth.

“Let go!” Vespera’s face showed clear anger.

During the struggle, Brielle directly poured the whole glass of wine over Vespera.

The deep red liquid quickly soaked her dress, making her look extremely pitiful.

Vespera’s eyes reddened. She immediately lifted her arm and slapped Brielle hard across the face, shouting angrily, “You did this on purpose! Security, drag her out!”

Vaughn Corporation’s security immediately rushed over and tightly surrounded Brielle.

At that moment, Draven pulled Brielle behind him and stared coldly at Vespera.

“You don’t have the authority to throw her out! Brielle is my date tonight. The one who should leave is you!”

In an instant, the whole hall burst into noise.

Vespera stood there, humiliated, enduring Brielle’s challenging stare and the crowd’s mocking looks.

She felt as if she were naked, her pride and body completely stepped on by Draven.

The Vaughn Corporation’s security guards turned toward Vespera, getting ready to force her out of the annual meeting.

“Stop!”

Right then, Octavian rushed over and stopped the security.

He faced Vespera with a guilty expression. “Vespera, this is Draven’s fault. I’ll give him a good lesson. You should go backstage first and change your clothes.”

After speaking, he asked someone to guide Vespera backstage, while he himself turned around and stared angrily at Draven.

Vespera didn’t glance at Draven even once, only followed the people beside her with deep exhaustion, and changed into a white formal dress.

When she came out again, the instant Draven saw her, his eyes immediately reddened, and he shouted in anger, “Vespera! You lunatic!”

Right after those words came out, Draven slapped Vespera hard across the face, knocking her whole body down onto the floor.

Vespera covered her swollen, red cheek, not even having time to react to what had happened.

“How dare you put on Violetta’s clothes? That outfit is what she wore the first day she met me. Do you really want to ruin my only memory? You heartless, crazy woman!”

Draven gritted his teeth, wishing he could immediately tear off Vespera’s dress.

Brielle, standing close by, looked at Vespera’s painful condition, and a moment of quiet satisfaction passed through her eyes.

She traded a look with the woman who had earlier brought Vespera to change clothes, and nodded.

Vespera quickly realized what was going on.

She pointed at Brielle in extreme anger. “It is her! She is the one who had someone set me up…”

Before she could finish speaking, Draven interrupted, his face full of disgust.

“Enough! You even want to push the blame onto Brielle? She knows nothing at all about Violetta!”

“I already spared you earlier because of Dad, but you keep provoking me. It looks like I no longer need to be kind to you.”

After he said that, he waved his hand behind him.

“Men, strip the outfit off her body! Make sure the dress stays fully undamaged. As for Vespera, handle her however you like!”

Vespera stared at him in shock. “Draven, are you insane? I am your wife. This is the Vaughn Corporation’s annual meeting. You want me here naked?”

Draven didn’t even look at her, only shouted impatiently, “Hurry up!”

The bodyguards who had been hesitating rushed forward right away.

Vespera struggled desperately, yet she was unable to break free from the arms and legs that were forcing her down.

She looked at Draven hopelessly, her voice broken as she yelled, “Draven! I told you it was not me. Tell them to stop, or I will hate you for the rest of my life!”

Draven stopped for a moment, then seemed to remember something and replied coldly, “Whatever.”

Upon saying this, the bodyguards worked even faster.

Vespera helplessly looked to those around her for help, but received only avoiding eyes and mocking looks.

Brielle watched everything happening in front of her with intense excitement, quietly shaping words toward Vespera.

“You lost. He won’t believe you.”

In the end, Vespera was stripped naked and pushed out of the annual meeting venue.

She curled up her body, trying to find some fabric to hide herself.

But she realized that her phone was broken during the struggle.

She could only wear the remaining underwear, shaking in the cold wind as she walked three kilometers back to the villa.

When Vespera reached home and got a new phone, she found that the internet was covered with leaked pictures of her.

Many people mocked her for having strange fetishes, saying Draven’s betrayal had driven her mentally unstable.

And everything that took place at the annual meeting was fully blocked by Draven, leaving only the best photos of him and Brielle.

Vespera shook as she shut off her phone, wrapping herself in the blanket while tears kept falling.

When she woke later and went downstairs, she saw Draven tossing a stack of very familiar pictures into the fire.

The second she clearly saw what the pictures were, she suddenly ran forward, ignoring the heat and trying to grab them, but she was strongly stopped by Draven.

“Draven, are you out of your mind? Why are you burning pictures of my mom?”

Vespera shouted with all her strength.

The pictures that Draven tossed into the fire were the last few images of Vespera’s mother still left in the world.

They even included family photos of the three of them, from childhood to adulthood.

After Draven burned them, the only things she had to remember her mother were completely gone.

Draven kept stopping Vespera until the pictures were fully burned into ashes, and only then did he let go.

Staring at the ashes on the floor, Vespera collapsed to the ground, tears pouring out and soaking the carpet.

Draven only watched her coldly and mocked, “You ruined the keepsake from the first time I met Violetta, so I burned your mother’s pictures. That is very fair.”

That was not fair at all!

Vespera wanted to shout, wanted to cry out, wanted to tell him everything Brielle had done.

Yet when she saw the mocking look on Draven’s face, she only tightly closed her eyes.

She understood that no matter what she said, Draven would never trust her.

Finding her response boring, Draven walked away after tossing out one last line.

“I am more generous than you are. New jewelry will be delivered to you later. You can keep selling it to help pay for your father’s hospital bills.”

Even after Draven’s footsteps slowly disappeared, his mocking voice still echoed inside Vespera’s head.

She gathered the ashes, set them inside a small box, and stayed awake through the entire night.