Ex-husband Last Regret

Vivian pov

Vivian, the pregnancy is ectopic. We need to perform surgery immediately.

My face turned pale. I had anticipated this outcome, but I still held onto a glimmer of hope.

The doctors diagnosis shattered my last remaining hope.

A dull ache spread through my chest, making it hard to breathe.

After a moment of contemplation, I sent a tentative message to DominicBlackwood: What if we have a child?

He replied with just three words: You think you qualify?

With red-rimmed eyes, I forced a smile. Even if the baby were healthy, he would never allow me to keep it.

Lets do it now, I said, my voice steady.

I must inform you that due to the location of the pregnancy, we will need to remove part of your fallopian tube

My mind buzzed, making it hard for me to catch the rest of the doctors words.

I knew better than anyone that removing the fallopian tube meant it would be difficult for me to conceive in the future. It was as if my chance to become a mother was being stripped away.

This news was a devastating blow.

Suppressing the pain in my chest, I sent another message to Dominic: What if I cant have children in the future?

His response was as cold as ever: If youre sick, see a doctor. Dont drag me into it.

I felt as if my heart had been brutally sliced open. I had almost forgotten that to DominicBlackwood, I was nothing more than someone who warmed his bed. He didnt care whether I could have children; as long as I was useful in bed, that was all that mattered.

My fingers turned white as I gripped the pen, ultimately signing the consent form for the surgery. My handwriting nearly pressed through the dozens of pages.

Before entering the operating room, the doctor asked, Would you like us to notify a family member to accompany you?

I shook my head.

The Carter family viewed me as a tool for financial gain, while the Blackwood family was cold and indifferent. As for my true family and friends, I couldnt bear to let them share in my suffering.

Over the years, I had grown accustomed to shouldering my burdens alone.

I was allergic to anesthesia, so I felt everything. I wasnt as strong as I had imagined; two tears slipped down my cheeks.

During the procedure, Dominiccalled me dozens of times, sending messages that were as cold and arrogant as ever: Vivian Carter, you need to get back home right now.

I knew he was back, and despite the pain, I returned to the Blackwood family.

As soon as my mother-in-law, Margaret Blackwood, saw me, she erupted in anger. You really are something else! All you do is laze around and shop, leaving your husband waiting for so long. Why didnt you just die out there?

My sister-in-law, Isabella Blackwood, couldnt help but mock me when she saw the pale look on my face. You look so bad, did you get caught cheating?

I pressed my pale lips together. Ever since I married into the Blackwood family, Margaret Blackwood had let go of several maids under the pretense of saving money, leaving me to handle nearly all the household affairs. I couldnt believe she had the audacity to throw her lazy accusations at me.

The other servants had also taken sides, giving me the cold shoulder.

To put it bluntly, even the family dog could have walked all over me.

For three years, I had endured insults and humiliation to support my love, but the loss of my child had become the last straw, pushing me to the brink of no longer wanting to endure.

Shut up!

Margaret Blackwood and Isabella Blackwood were both taken aback. When had I, the usually gentle woman, ever spoken so fiercely?

It wasnt until my figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs that they snapped back to reality.

Looks like the little brat has learned to stand up for herself and dared to yell at me?

Heh, my brother will deal with her properly later!

In the study.

Dominic Blackwoodheld a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, smoke curled around his face.

As soon as I stepped into the study, I couldnt help but cough a couple of times.

He stubbed out his cigarette, his dark eyes fixed on me as they locked onto my face, causing the atmosphere around us to grow tense and frigid.

As I approached, he gripped my throat tightly, his voice devoid of any warmth. Daring to ignore my orders? Youve got some nerve.

It felt as if he could snap my slender neck with just a slight squeeze, and the humiliation of our past flooded back into my mind.

Though we had been married for three years, we had rarely seen each other, and this time he had been away for two months before returning home.

Throughout it all, I, as the neglected wife, had never uttered a word of complaint. Yet, after just a brief delay of fifteen minutes, I was met with such crude treatment.

At first, I thought this was just his personal quirk, but I later realized he simply loathed my face. Unfortunately, I held the title of Mrs. Blackwood, which meant he took out his frustrations on me, finding ways to humiliate and torment me.

With red-rimmed eyes, I looked at him, my voice breaking as I pleaded, DominicBlackwood, dont touch me!

He glanced at my pale face, a flicker of crimson igniting in his cold gaze.

I had the audacity to show him a scowl the moment he got home while smiling sweetly at other men.

His breath turned even colder, and he couldnt help but sneer, If you dont want me to touch you, who do you plan to let?

I felt he was just being unreasonable. I coldly replied, DominicBlackwood, Im not feeling well and I dont want to argue with you.

He sneered and slammed a stack of photos onto my face. Vivian Carter, how cheap can you be? I havent touched you in two months, and you cant wait to go out and find some other man!

The sharp edges of the photos cut into my skin, bright red blood oozing from my pale complexion. Yet, I felt no pain at all; I simply lowered my gaze to the mess scattered on the floor.

The man in the photos was James scott, whom I had coincidentally run into at the hospital. He was not only my college classmate but also my business partner.

When friends meet, its natural to exchange pleasantries, but the person taking the photos seemed to have captured our angles in a deliberately intimate way.

I opened my mouth to explain, but Dominic Blackwoodhad no intention of giving me that chance. He suddenly tightened his grip.

A suffocating sense of despair washed over me, a coldness spreading through my limbs.

Indeed, it was only when one felt extreme pain that one could truly see their situation.

He didnt love me; in fact, he hated me. He resented me for marrying him out of gratitude and for taking the place of his first love.

Just as I was about to faint, he suddenly released his grip. I keep you around to play the role of Mrs. Blackwood, not to go out and seduce other men.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped his fingers harshly, as if he had touched something incredibly filthy. A cold, disgusted expression spread across his handsome face.

My body seemed to lose all support as I slid down onto the cold floor, fainting and drifting into a haze for the entire night.

In my dreams, I saw a seventeen-year-old DominicBlackwood.

The boy, dressed in a crisp white shirt, magically pulled out candy from his pocket. Here, kid, have a piece of candy. Maybe this will make things hurt a little less.

The candy was so sweet, it made my eyes sparkle. I didnt know if the sweetness could chase away my troubles; all I knew was that he was etched into my heart.

The scene shifted, and Dominicseemed like a different person. His actions grew harsher, and his handsome face became twisted and glaring under the overhead light.

He said, Vivian Carter, give me a kidney, and Ill help your family, the Carters. Its a fair trade, each getting what they need. Dont expect me to love you; that would just be pathetic.

But facing the man I had loved for ten years, it was hard for me to see this marriage as merely a transaction.

I poured my heart and soul into him, hoping to warm his heart.

Yet the more I cared for him, the more he tormented and humiliated me.

I felt suffocated, my body wracked with unbearable pain.

Dominic Blackwood, dont!

Vivian Carter pov

I opened my eyes and, realizing I was alone in the room, came to the grim realization that it had all just been a dream. I had spent the entire night lying in the study, and not a single member of the Blackwood family had cared about my well-being. If it werent for my good fortune, I might have died in this study last night.

The suffocating and painful sensations from the dream still haunted me, and the indifference of the Blackwood family chilled my heart once again.

Outside, I could hear the voices of Margaret Blackwood and Isabella Blackwood.

I saw she lost a lot of blood. If she hasnt woken up by now, could she be... dead?

Ha! If shes dead, it would clear the way for Scarlett, saving your brother the trouble.

My heart twisted at the mention of that name.

No wonder Dominic Blackwood had been home so little lately; his first love, Scarlett Hayes, had returned.

Even though Scarlett had been gone for three years, her name lingered in my ears like a haunting spell.

Every time Dominic was with me, he would insist I kneel, passionately calling out Scarlett Hayess name from behind.

Those three words felt like a knife, mercilessly slicing through my heart.

I felt a pang of unwillingness as I picked up my phone, trembling, and sent a message to Dominic Blackwood: Dominic, did you go to Scarlett Hayess place again last night?

Dominic Blackwood replied: Vivian, dont be pathetic.

Ah, so that was an admission.

It was ridiculous; I had still fantasized about warming his heart, completely unaware that he had already moved on in secret.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by iron wires, a raw, bloody pain coursing through me.

Suddenly, I thought how obedient this child was, knowing they shouldnt have come into this world, so they chose to say goodbye in this way.

Hahaha...

I suddenly laughed, but tears streamed through my fingers.

This would be the last time I cried for Dominic Blackwood.

From now on, my tears would be dry, and my heart would be dead.

Margaret Blackwood and Isabella Blackwood heard the commotion and walked in. They froze when they saw me, my eyes bloodshot and laughing maniacally.

What the hell is wrong with you? Hurry up and get back to cooking!

If you want to die, do it far away so you dont drag the Blackwood family down with you.

I glanced at Margaret and her daughter through my bloodshot eyes. The meals I cooked before were just dog food. I wont be wasting my kindness on you anymore because you dont deserve it.

I wont die, and Ill stand in a place you can never reach, living well and thriving, making it impossible for you to touch me.

Margaret Blackwood, used to my submissive and gentle demeanor, felt a surge of anger at hearing me speak with such reckless coldness.

You little tramp, youve gone too far! Be careful, or Ill make Dominic divorce you!

I sneered, Fine, even if you dont say it, Ill go find him myself.

Hah, dont forget that you were the one who eagerly offered up that kidney, begging us to have Dominic marry you!

Everyone in the Blackwood family knew how deeply I loved Dominic Blackwood. To put it bluntly, my love was as humble as that of a dog; if Dominic Blackwood merely beckoned with a finger, I would obediently crawl over to him.

Back then, I would have given up not just a kidney, but probably my life if he asked for it. Margaret was convinced that I wouldnt easily give up such a hard-won marriage.

I brushed my cool brows and replied, I was blind and foolish before, but not anymore.

Margaret Blackwood was about to retort when I coldly interrupted, Just get lost. Even looking at you makes me sick.

She was fuming, ready to explode, when Isabella Blackwood pulled her out of the room.

My eyes, filled with a furious crimson, were downright terrifying, as if I were about to commit murder at any moment.

Margaret had never seen this side of me before.

Mom, dont you think Vivian is different from before?

It was almost frightening; she had been completely intimidated by my presence just moments ago.

That little brat has been off since yesterday. She must be having some kind of fit. Just wait until Dominic gets back; hell deal with her properly.

Isabella lowered her voice, Mom, do you think she discovered my brothers secret?

Margarets heart skipped a beat, but then she remembered that her son was a cautious person. He had even managed to keep secrets from their father, so how could he slip up in front of me?

Mind your words, or you wont be welcome in the Blackwood family anymore!

Margaret quickly sent a message to Dominic Blackwood, embellishing my strange behavior for good measure.

Meanwhile, in my own room, I sent a text to Dominic Blackwood: Dominic, were getting a divorce.

After a long wait, I finally received a message from Dominic Blackwood: What trick are you playing this time?

Sure enough, he thought everything I did was just to grab his attention.

And he was right. In the past, I had been too submissive, too eager to please, which only gave him the courage to mistreat me.

But that was over now.

I stood up, quickly gathered my clothes, and grabbed my suitcase before heading downstairs.

Margaret Blackwood and her daughter were sitting on the couch, engrossed in a show. They both turned to look at me as they heard my footsteps.

The chores arent done yet. Where do you think youre off to?

Too tired to play nice, I replied coldly, Dont touch my things. Ill come back in a couple of days to collect them. If anything is damaged, dont blame me for being rude!

Margaret Blackwood fumed, You little brat! Even if you beg me on your knees, I wont let you back into this house!

Dont worry, Im not stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

They stood there, stunned. They never expected the once timid and meek woman to be so sharp-tongued today.

What they didnt know was that the obedient and gentle Vivian Carter had died long ago, along with that child on the operating table, and had also perished in the indifference of the Blackwood family the night before.

As I reached the door, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. Ms. Blackwood, congratulations! Youre about to welcome a daughter-in-law who seems just right for you. But I must warn you, drinking too much saffron risotto can lead to infertility. Be careful, or the Blackwood family line might end.

Margaret Blackwood watched me leave, her emotions a tangled mess How did she know about the secret plans Ive been keeping?

Mom, she really left! Even though that woman is both foolish and clumsy, her cooking skills are impressive. It might be hard to find such delicious food in the future, her son remarked.

Margaret gritted her teeth. Shes just trying to get your brothers attention in a different way. I bet shell be back in no time!

To be honest, when it came to housework and cooking, this silly girl was quite to her liking.

I arrived at the Blackwood Family Group with two copies of the divorce agreement, only to be turned away by the security personnel.

The guards attitude was arrogant. Sorry, miss, but we cant let you in without a visitors pass.

Im Mrs. Blackwood. Please tell Dominic Blackwood that I need to see him, I insisted.

The security guard looked at me with disdain. I havent heard that Dominic got married. Can you come up with a better excuse? We send women like you away every day.

I let out a cold scoff. It was no wonder the other party looked down on me; my wedding to Dominic Blackwood had been a secret affair. On the day of the ceremony, he hadnt even shown up. I had gone through all the rituals alone, holding our wedding photo.

Oh, that wedding photo had been edited too, because Dominic Blackwood had refused to be in the frame with me.

Only a handful of people in our circle knew about his marriage, and he had always treated it as a disgrace, never mentioning it to anyone.

Naturally, the number of people who recognized me as Mrs. Blackwood was very small.

Just as I was about to dial Dominic Blackwoods number, a soft, mocking voice interrupted me, Vivian, looking for Dominic? I can take you to him.

That familiar voice sent a chill down my spine.

Vivian pov

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my emotions, and turned to smile at Scarlett Hayes. Scarlett, long time no see.

Scarlett Hayes sauntered over gracefully. Vivian, you dont seem to be doing too well. This door is wide enough for even a dog to get through. Youve been married to Dominic for three years, yet you still cant get in?

I chuckled lightly. What can I say? Some people just have a low opinion of others. Not everyone can treat people with respect.

Scarlett picked up on the underlying jab and smirked. Vivian, I didnt expect you to be so different from the Samantha I used to know. Youve really surprised me.

Likewise, youre not as thin-skinned as before. Knowing full well that Dominic Blackwood is a married man, you still throw yourself at him, I shot back.

Scarlett wasnt offended; instead, she raised the thermos in her hand. Dominic has been busy since yesterday and probably hasnt eaten. I made him some lotus root and pork rib soup. If you have something to discuss, it might be better to wait until he finishes lunch.

Her words dripped with the implication of her closeness to Dominic Blackwood.

I shot her a cold glance, a smirk playing on my lips. Scarlett Hayes, you really are pathetic. I thought you had some real skills, yet after three years, you still havent gotten a title and are left doing these menial tasks to curry favor.

Scarletts expression twisted slightly.

Isnt it because youve been holding onto Mrs. Blackwoods position all this time?

Ha! If Dominic Blackwood truly wanted to marry you, why would he make you wait three years? My words pierced through Scarletts heart like a cold knife, causing her to stumble slightly.

Ill take the soup in for you, Scarlett. This is where you stop, I said firmly.

After all, this was the man I had loved for ten years. I worried that I might show some vulnerability in front of Dominic Blackwood, and I absolutely couldnt let Scarlett see that.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the office door.

Dominic Blackwood was deep in conversation with Brad Mason. He was noble and handsome, a man of great skill, and every woman in the city wanted him.

But who would know that this seemingly passionate man was actually cold-hearted? His eyes always held an aggressive glint that instilled an inexplicable fear in others.

I shook off my thoughts and slammed the divorce agreement onto the table in front of him. Sign it!

His demeanor instantly turned icy. If youre done making a scene, go home. Dont embarrass yourself here.

I leaned over the table, my palms pressed down, locking eyes with him. You sign, and Ill leave immediately.

We were close enough that the scent of roses filled the air between us. It was then that he noticed I had put in some effort into my appearance today. The light blue gown hugged my figure perfectly, accentuating my slim waist. My delicate features were enhanced with a bit more makeup, adding a hint of allure, but my face still lacked color, as if I had just survived a near-death experience.

Ha! Even at a time like this, he still thought I tried to seduce him. Who would believe I was here for a divorce? It was more likely he believed I was trying to win him back in some roundabout way.

He loosened his collar, feeling impatient. Im going home tonight.

Frustrated by his dismissive attitude, I burst into laughter. Without warning, I opened a thermos and splashed the beef stew all over him.

Dominic Blackwood, who do you think you are to believe that I, Vivian Carter, am destined to be with you for life?

Dominic Blackwood, who had a severe cleanliness obsession, was now drenched in greasy rib soup. His thin lips curled into a menacing smirk. Are you out of your mind?

My eyes were red, holding back my emotions. Yeah, I was crazy back then to throw everything away and marry you. But now that Im sober, just sign the papers. Lets go our separate ways.

His dark eyes seemed to brew a storm as he suddenly picked up the pen and forcefully signed his name. Get lost!

I took one of the copies and replied nonchalantly, Dont forget to go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow at nine.

As I reached the door, I turned back abruptly. Dominic Blackwood, theres something I need to clarify. I ran into a friend yesterday by chance; it wasnt what you think.

He scoffed. James scott is a well-known playboy in Paris. What kind of friend is that?

What if I said he was my college classmate?

He laughed derisively. Vivian Carter, are you kidding? A person who didnt even finish high school claiming to have college classmates? Think before you lie.

I smirked bitterly. It was true; everyone in Paris saw me as a woman raised in the countryside, uneducated and crude.

His friends believed I married him for the Blackwood familys wealth and status, even going so far as to say I used the favor of giving him a kidney to keep him tied to me.

No matter how I defended myself, they treated me as a joke. Once someone labeled you as weak, everything you did was seen as self-serving. They could sympathize, they could pity, but they would never believe I'm capable of anything greater.

Dominic Blackwood, the Vivian Carter who loved you without dignity or boundaries, who would even die for you, is dead. And you were the one who killed her!

I suppressed the emotions bubbling inside me and turned to leave, each step filled with determination and resolve.

He watched my retreating figure, momentarily lost in thought, unable to process what had just happened.

I had been acting strange since yesterday.

Suddenly wanting a divorce today? I must have lost my mind in his eyes.

Ethan Brooks had already brought him a fresh set of clothes and timidly asked, Dominic, is Vivian really going to divorce you?

Heh, its just a bluff, Dominic Blackwood replied confidently. He was sure that by the end of the night, I would be crying and begging for his forgiveness.

But I really think shes serious this time, Ethan insisted.

He scoffed, So what if she is? Shell come back.

Sixteen years ago, the Carter family had a scandal that shook the capital, revealing the truth about the missing heiress.

Strangely enough, I, the real heiress, was recognized by the Carter family but was never favored. I had been raised in the countryside by my foster mother and was only brought back during holidays to save face for the family.

Meanwhile, the fake heiress, Samantha Carter, became the familys darling. It wasnt until I married him that the Carter family finally acknowledged me.

The Carter familys current status was thanks to Dominic Blackwood, who had given them a chance to thrive. Because of this, the Carter family treated me like a mere tool for flattery. Even if I truly wanted a divorce, they would have to consider whether they were willing to sever that connection.

For three years of marriage, he had treated me like a prized canary, never letting me suffer. I had the best of everythingfood, clothes, and a monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands. He didnt believe I would willingly give up such a luxurious life.

Besides, how far could a canary fly without wings and support?

What about Dominics schedule for tomorrow? Ethan asked.

Same as usual! he replied, unfazed.

He wasnt too concerned about the situation and casually tossed the divorce agreement into the trash can.

Wasnt I just throwing a tantrum because he didnt stay over last night?

He figured that if he Cartert home today and sweet-talked me a bit, everything would be fine.

It wasnt the first time Id acted up like this.

Vivian Carter pov

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Scarlett Hayes nearly stumble to her knees in front of me, her eyes sparkling with barely concealed excitement.

It was clear that she had been eavesdropping.

I scoffed, Scarlett, you dont seem to be picky at all. You even enjoy picking up after others. Arent you afraid of grossing yourself out? Your tolerance is truly impressive.

Scarlett took it as a sign of my jealousy and replied with a smile, Dont worry, Vivian. Ill take good care of Dominic. Thanks for your support.

I beckoned her closer with a finger. Knowing we were in the Moore Family Group's office, Scarlett hesitated but eventually moved in.

I leaned in and mocked, Let me tell you a little secret. Dont be fooled by Dominic Blackwoods handsome looks; hes not good in bed at all.

Every time, he only cared about his own pleasure, leaving me exhausted.

Scarlett had expected me to share some juicy gossip, but this revelation left her stunned for a moment.

I feigned surprise, covering my mouth. What? You didnt know? It seems that after all this time, you two havent even slept together. If a man has no interest in a woman like that, it either means she lacks charm, or he doesnt see her as a woman at all.

I suddenly shifted to a pitying tone, Scarlett, youre really pathetic.

Those words pierced Scarletts heart, making her fingers clench involuntarily.

Seeing her reaction, I burst into laughter. Remember, Dominic Blackwood is someone I didnt want. Youre only worthy of picking up the scraps I leave behind.

Scarletts face turned pale, while Dominics expression darkened, a storm brewing within him. The atmosphere in the office dropped, causing Ethan brooks to tremble slightly as he held his documents.

Dominics handsome face was clouded with anger. What did she just say?

He was the one I didnt want?!

Was I out of my mind in his eyes?

Dominic Blackwood felt a tightness in his chest. He didnt like the way I was acting, and he certainly didnt like me saying I didnt want him.

If anything, it was he who didnt want me.

Ethan brooks noticed Dominics dark expression and hesitated to speak, fearing he might get caught in the crossfire.

But I was indeed different today. I used to be like a gentle little bunny, but now I was a full-on Medusa.

Scarlett Hayes wore a triumphant smile, deliberately trying to provoke me.

Dominic was such a proud man; hearing those words would naturally infuriate him. When he got angry, Scarlett could easily add fuel to the fire, making him despise me even more.

Once she composed herself, Scarlett pushed the door open, her eyes slightly red with feigned hurt. Dominic, I just happened to run into Vivian. I didnt mean to get into an argument with her.

Dominic lifted his cold gaze and looked at her meaningfully. Dont provoke her. It wont do you any good.

Scarlett took his concern as genuine and flashed a shy smile.

As she left, her eyes fell on the divorce agreement on the table, and her lips curled into a slight smirk.

In the end, she was the one who won.

Once outside the office, she sent a message to Margaret Blackwood: Auntie, is Dominic having a spat with Vivian? Why did he sign the divorce agreement? Should I talk to him for you?

When Margaret Blackwood received the message, she didnt think much of it. After all, I would do anything for Dominic Blackwood; there was no way we would really get divorced. It was just a little drama. But Scarlett was indeed a sensible girl, knowing that its better to keep a marriage intact than to tear it apart.

A daughter-in-law who came from a good family, understood the bigger picture, and could win her favor was truly what Scarlett Hayes desired.

Dont pay attention to that little brat. Let her make a scene; I cant wait for Dominic to dump her and marry you sooner, Margaret said, feeling reassured. In her moment of pride, Scarlett sent a message to me: Vivian, were you satisfied with the gift I sent you last night?

When I saw the message, I understood everything. It seemed that the photo of me with Gilberto Iver had indeed made its way to Dominic Blackwood, courtesy of Scarlett Hayes. Ever since I married Dominic, Scarlett had been pulling these little tricks, expertly playing the game of using others to do her dirty work.

However, I felt that she had no need to do this. Even if she did nothing, Dominic would still despise me. In the past, I had tolerated it out of love, but now that the shackles of that love were gone, I had no intention of putting up with it any longer. I quickly replied to Scarlett: Then I wish you and Dominic a long-lasting relationship, just like a dog and its owner.

Scarlett was furious, her heart aching with anger. But as she thought about soon becoming Mrs. Moore, she pushed down her frustration. Just wait; the day her dream came true would also be the day of my downfall.

I returned to my villa in the southern suburbs, dragging my suitcase behind me. This villa was originally meant to be a birthday gift for Dominic, decorated in the cold, minimalist style he liked, with a black-and-white color scheme. In the twilight glow, the empty villa felt desolate.

After ten years of love, tearing away from such deep feelings was bound to be painfully excruciating. I pressed my hand to my heart and slowly crouched down, tears falling to the ground as the emotions I had bottled up surged forth like a tidal wave. The pain was so intense that it left me breathless.

In my youth, I had tasted the sweetness of Dominic Blackwoods love, etching both him and that sweetness into my heart.

At sixteen, I was pushed into the water by Helen Finch, and once again, it was Dominic who saved me from the brink of death.

By the time I turned twenty, when Dominic was gravely ill, I donated a kidney to him and finally married him. I knew it was a bit underhanded, but I always believed that the man who was as gentle would eventually recognize my worth.

However, after his recovery, Dominic seemed like a different person cold, indifferent, and constantly finding ways to humiliate me.

Now, at twenty-three, I finally understood a painful truth: I would never catch his eye or win his heart. All I could do was end this marriage in a way that preserved my dignity.

Once my emotions settled, I called my secretary, Maria steven. Tear down the villa in the south suburbs and renovate it.

I wanted to destroy everything related to Dominic completely.