As expected, Landen arrived with his mother, Selah Patel, Jaynie, and the boy, whom they thought was the grandson of the Patel family.

I had deliberately opened the door early, and they thought that I eagerly awaited their arrival.

As soon as Selah entered, she assumed the role of the hostess of the house. She stood there with a commanding presence and critically surveyed the villa I had fully paid for before getting married to Landen.

"This decor is too dull, and the wallpaper is outdated. When Jaynie moves in, we'll need to redo it to make it a cozy home."

Jaynie, on the other hand, had a pitiful demeanor. She clung to the boy in her arms, but her eyes couldn't hide the greed and longing for everything in the house.

As soon as the boy saw me, he pointed at me with his finger and shouted, "You're the bad woman who wouldn't let my dad save me."

Selah immediately echoed, haughtily pointing at me, "Lydia, you've finally come to your senses. Look at what people online are saying about you. How can a woman be so heartless? Jaynie is willing to risk childbirth at an advanced age to save my grandson. If you had any decency, you'd step aside and let them do what they want."

I watched coldly as the three of them put on their act, as if I were the unwanted outsider intruding on their lives.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Landen frowned. "Who is it?"

I said with a smile, "The audience has arrived."

Before Landen could react, many reporters with cameras flooded in.

Landen, Selah, and Jaynie changed their expressions instantly.

"Lydia, what are you doing?" Landen was both shocked and furious.

I ignored him and took out a pre-printed divorce agreement from under the coffee table. Then I displayed the title clearly to the cameras before tossing it in front of Landen. "Sign it. We get a divorce, and you leave me without getting any assets. You can prove to the world that your great fatherly love isn't about taking my property."

The reporters immediately thrust their microphones toward Landen, who stood frozen.

"Mr. Landen Patel, is that true? Are you willing to give up all the assets to treat your son's illness?"

"Did Ms. Lydia Knight propose that you leave with nothing as a deliberate arrangement between you and her to alleviate public doubts?"

Landen's smile froze completely.

He glanced at the agreement and then tore it to shreds in a fit of rage.

The scraps of paper fluttered down in a haphazard dance.

"Lydia, you're venomous!" He pointed at me, and his eyes were bloodshot. "I'm trying to save my son, but you're still calculating over money. Is your heart made of stone?"

Selah rushed forward and started crying theatrically in front of the cameras. "Everyone, look! This is the heartless woman. She can't give birth to a baby herself and won't let our family have other children. Now she tries to use money to stop my grandson from being saved! So they must divorce! And you owe our family half of your family assets. It's compensation for the lost years of Landen. We can save my grandson with that money."

I laughed while watching their ugly faces.

I stood up and walked to Jaynie, who was hiding behind Landen. Then I looked down at her from above. "You said the boy has leukemia. Which hospital diagnosed it? Who is the attending physician? And where is the bone marrow match report? Show it to everyone. You claim to give birth to another baby to save him. You know what? I am a lawyer, and I've learned that the probability of a perfect umbilical cord blood match between siblings is only 25%. Are you planning to have another baby, or a whole soccer team, to gamble on that chance to save your first son?"

With each of my questions, Jaynie's and Landen's faces grew paler.

Selah was left speechless, with her mouth agape.

Jaynie began to panic as she clutched the boy in her arms. She retreated behind Landen.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about. You can't scare me with those technical terms I don't understand," she screamed, as she was embarrassed and furious. "You're simply envious. You are envious that I can give birth to Landen's son."

Selah quickly regained her composure and straightened her back. "That's right. You're just jealous. You have no say in our family's matters. Hurry up and get divorced from Landen. Then you can leave!"

Landen finally snapped out of my questions.

He grabbed my wrist with such force that it felt like he wanted to crush my bones.

He growled through clenched teeth in a low voice, "Lydia, stop it. Please spare me some dignity."

His dignity?

At that point, he still cared about his dignity.

I violently shook off his hand. Amidst the flashing lights and shutter clicks, I took out my phone and played a video.

Landen's face went rigid instantly as he watched the screen in disbelief.

Jaynie screamed and tried to snatch my phone. "Lydia, you lunatic. Where did you get that video? You're framing me."

The video showed it was inside a VIP room of a casino.

Jaynie was in a revealing slip dress and leaning intimately against a man's chest. She swayed the dice cup in her hand, her charming laughter rippling through the air.

As she pushed some chips forward, she kissed the man and said in a sweet voice, "After I get the money from Landen's ex-wife, we'll elope and never have to live in hiding again. Landen is really a fool."

The man wrapped his arm around her waist and pinched the face of the boy in her arms. "What about this boy?"

Jaynie blew a smoke ring with an air of nonchalance. "Of course, we'll dump him. He is a stray we picked up, and how can you actually think he is precious?"

"He's our personal ATM now—we've got to be nice to him."

There was a deathly silence in the living room.

Flashbulbs flashed wildly and captured the moment the faces of Landen's family turned ghostly pale.

I threw a paternity test report in Landen's face, and the paper scattered everywhere. Each word was clear.

"Take a good look. This is your beloved woman and your so-called son. How do you like being the fool now, Landen?"

Landen seemed to be thunderstruck and trembled violently.

He looked disbelievingly at Jaynie on the screen, then at the panic-stricken woman in front of him. His lips quivered, and he was unable to utter a word.

In the next moment, he seemed mad as he lunged forward to grab Jaynie's neck tightly. "You lying witch! How could you deceive me?"

Jaynie's eyes rolled back as she was choked. Under the live broadcast of countless cameras, she screamed and scratched Landen's face furiously with her nails. "You idiot. Did you really think I was interested in a loser like you? You just rely on another woman. "If it weren't for your wife being rich, I wouldn't even spare you a glance."

Selah collapsed on the ground in fear and muttered repeatedly, "My money… and my grandson… are fake… Everything is fake…"

I watched coldly at the cutthroat betrayal broadcast by major media. I was so calm.

I turned to the cameras and the reporters, who were shocked. I said in a clear and powerful tone, "Everyone, I've invited you here today to expose a meticulously planned marriage scam. I believe that from the moment they stepped into this house, every word they said and every expression they made has been broadcast to the public through your lenses."

Landen and Jaynie froze instantly.

The comment sections of all the major news live streams exploded instantly.

"Oh my! The plot twist of the year! The wife set a trap and lured them in. It's like a plot twist from a soap opera."

"What leukemia? And saving the boy? It is just a scheme with the ex-girlfriend and the mother-in-law to swindle Lydia's money."

"Lydia is a lawyer, right? She is incredible! What a comeback! It's so cool."

"The scumbag and the fraudster deserve each other! They are shamed in front of everyone. How gratifying the story is!"

The faces of Landen and Jaynie appeared clearly on countless screens.

Their terror-stricken expressions drained of color as they faced the reporters around them.

It was over.

Everything was over for them.

Landen seemed to have all his strength drained from him and collapsed to his knees.

He crawled to my feet and clutched my legs while pleading desperately. "Honey, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I was momentarily blinded by that deceitful woman! Forgive me, please. Give me another chance. "Let's not have a divorce, okay? Let's go back to how we were."

I looked at his tear-streaked face and felt only disgust.

I kicked him away with enough force to make him roll over on the floor.

I took out another divorce agreement, which was exactly the same, from my handbag, along with a pen. Then I threw them in front of him.

The term that he got nothing after the divorce was boldly highlighted in red. "Sign it. Otherwise, my legal team will make sure that you both rot in jail."

With trembling hands, Landen picked up the pen and signed his name at the bottom of the agreement.

Faced with the choice between total disgrace and having nothing, he had to sign it.

The next day, I received a call from the HR director of Landen's company.

The voice on the line was polite yet firm.

Landen had been formally dismissed for "seriously damaging the company's reputation."

Meanwhile, Jaynie, having lost Landen as a shield, was quickly cornered by debt collectors at her rented apartment.

I heard one of her legs was beaten broken.

By evening, the police formally filed a fraud case and arrested Landen and Jaynie, who were treated in the hospital.

I sat in the top-floor office of the law firm. With a glass of red wine, I gazed at the myriad lights outside the window.

Our marriage had lasted for three years, and it ended completely in three days.

I took a sip of the wine, and the liquid burned down my throat.

It felt good.