I wanted to tell Chester that a few months ago, nurses at the hospital had repeatedly attempted to hand me a critical illness claim form for Luna.

I wanted to tell him that I'd called him countless times back then, wanting him to come visit Luna for the last time.

And yet, he had said to me, "Is the little witchfaking her illness again? What kind of new lie have you come up with this time? Even if you want me to go back, there's no need to wish death on your sister, is there?"

Luna passed away that same night, marking the death of my only blood relative in this world.

Chester could no longer threaten me.

I met Chester's confident gaze and said indifferently, "Whatever. I'll see you at the courthouse."

I then picked up the luggage I'd packed up beforehand and left without a backward glance as everyone watched.

The musty odor of the cheap apartment unit I'd procured blended in with the scent of the sycamore trees outside the window. The resulting smell was actually more pleasant and refreshing than the smell of incense that always seemed to cling to the Ford residence.

I was lying in bed that night when my phone suddenly rang.

The word "Dad" displayed on my phone screen was such an eyesore. After a brief hesitation, I answered the call.

"Yuna Sutherland! Have you gone insane? How dare you bring up divorce with Mr. Ford? Get back here right now!"

I clenched my hands around the corners of my blanket. My nails were digging into my palms.

When I opened the door to my family's home, I was assaulted by the stench of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume. My father, Carl Sutherland, closed in on me while waving the wine bottle in his hand.

"Without the Ford family's funding, who's going to pay for your sister's medical expenses?" he bellowed.

Before he had even finished speaking, he slapped me so hard I could feel the accompanying wind.

I stumbled and knocked over the coffee table. The sound of shattering glass reached my ears.

I braced myself against the wall. My throat was tight as I said stubbornly, "I want my sister's cremation urn."

After Luna passed away, Carl kept the news a secret so that he could continuously receive money from Ford Group. However, now that I'd filed for divorce, that source of funding was gone.

"You filed for divorce because you wanted to cut off my means of survival now that your sister is dead! How am I going to keep gambling in the future without any money? I know you're trying to drive me to death! You're just a heartless ingrate!"

My stepmother, Jessica Price, couldn't resist chiming in. "You're in the wrong here, Yuna. Mr. Ford is the president of a major company. Ordinary people don't even have the privilege of marrying him."

I ignored them and just walked straight toward my room. "I don't need you concerning yourselves with my affairs. I'll be leaving as soon as I get what I came for."

The urn I'd placed at my bedside was gone. When I turned around, I saw that Luna's cremation urn was in Carl's hands.

I hurriedly walked over to him with a stormy expression on my face. "Give it to me. That belongs to Luna. You don't deserve to hold—"

Carl smashed the urn against the floor with a loud bang, scattering grey-white powder everywhere.

"I don't deserve it, you say? How dare you say those words to my face?" he yelled.

I rushed at him hysterically and gave him a hard shove. "That's your biological daughter! How can you call yourself human?"

That short question ignited Carl's anger. He picked up a beer bottle next to him and smashed it vehemently against my forehead.

Blood started flowing out of the wound, staining my white shirt red.

Jessica couldn't help but scream, "Carl! Stop! She's going to die!"

I raised my head, looking toward Carl with blood still streaming from my forehead. He also looked like he was at a loss.

He stared at me for several seconds. There wasn't a trace of pity or guilt in his eyes. On the contrary, he strangely seemed to be pleasantly surprised.

Then, he took out his phone and started snapping a few close-up photos of my injured face.

A second later, he made a phone call with a fawning smile on his face. "I heard that my daughter hasn't been behaving sensibly, Mr. Ford. Please calm down!"

He directed his phone camera toward me, showing off my miserable state. "Look at how thoroughly I've taught her a lesson! So, please have mercy and forgive her this once.

"The two of you started dating when you were still students, after all. You've been married for ten years now, so how could you two so casually divorce each other? Moreover, I was the one who failed to recognize your greatness and forced her to break up with you back then.

"Speaking of which, back when you were involved in that traffic accident, it was my daughter who—"

Chester's indifferent voice rang out from the receiver. "What does she have to do with me getting into a traffic accident? Did she contribute to it?"

Carl paused for a moment before continuing hurriedly, "Yes, that's right! You were blessed with luck, Mr. Ford, but Yuna certainly also—"

Chester asked with extreme impatience, "So, you want money?"

Carl's eyes lit up. "Yes, that's right! We can't have the funding for Luna's medical expenses cut off, after all."

Before he'd finished speaking, a gentle female voice could be heard from the other end. "It's Ms. Sutherland who behaved insensibly, Chester. There's no need to implicate her family members, is there?"

"Between the two of us, you're the kinder one," Chester said to her.

He then sneered and said to Carl, "If you want me to continue forking out money, then tell Yuna to crawl back to me and beg for my forgiveness."

Carl hung up and said furiously, "I've beaten you up this badly, yet he doesn't even care! You really saved him for nothing in that accident back then!

"I don't care how you do it, but you have to get some money from him! I owe a lot of money, and I'm still waiting to get the money to make a comeback! If you don't bring the money, I really will kill you!"

I numbly swept up the ashes on the floor and placed them back in the urn. Then, I silently left the house with the urn in my arms.

I had fallen in love with Chester in college. He'd hidden his identity back then, so I thought he was just an ordinary person. We dated each other like ordinary people and planned out our future together.

My father was constantly in debt, so he set his sights on Luna, who was still studying in college back then.

He cajoled Luna into interning at Ford Group, telling her that she'd be able to receive a generous salary there.

In truth, he wanted to give her to the acting president of Ford Group back then, Jeff Ford, who also happened to be Chester's father.

I realized that something was fishy and tried to stop Carl, but he scolded me for being selfish.

Luna, who was innocent and naive, really ended up joining Ford Group.

In the end, she fell from the top floor of the Ford Group building that same day. From then on, she remained in a vegetative state, and we needed to pay expensive fees to keep her alive.

I'd lost my mother when I was young, and Carl refused to fork out a single penny. He even threatened me to break up with Chester.

He told me that if I didn't marry a rich man, he would have to sign the agreement to refuse treatment for Luna.

In the end, I compromised.

I had no choice but to harden my heart and push Chester away, saying harsh words to him.

We broke up, and after that, I started going on blind dates frequently.

Chester later caught me while I was on one of my blind dates. He sneered and dragged me over to a Lamborghini before declaring, "You just want money, don't you, Yuna? Well, I have no shortage of money!"

He started speeding along the roads like a madman with me in the car. In the end, he failed to brake in time and ended up getting into a traffic accident.

I had to carry him on my back along a winding mountain road for miles. I passed out as soon as I arrived at the entrance of a hospital.

After I regained consciousness, Carl realized that Chester was an honest-to-goodness rich young heir.

He then plotted to drug both me and Chester with aphrodisiacs, so he could force Chester to marry me.

In my opinion, it was understandable that Chester had hated me for so many years.

After all, I'd turned him away in favor of money, yet I just had to get tangled up with him again.

Therefore, I didn't blame him any longer, and I had decided to leave everything in the past.

Not long afterward, Eustace sent me a photo.

The young lady in the photo was smiling sweetly in Chester's arms. I could see a shadow of my younger self in her features.

After staring at the photo for a long time, I replied with a simple, "Congratulations."

Chester once brought countless women to attend our anniversary banquets. Those women were all nothing more than tools for him to vent his frustrations.

This young lady, whose name was Courtney Zeller, was the only exception. He would accompany her to the movies and take cute photos with her, just like we used to back in college.

If my departure would allow Chester to attain his own happiness, then the divorce would be a good thing for both of us.

I applied for a certification to study abroad. While still in the country, I helped out my best friend, Vivi Jarvis, at her bar to earn some extra money.

One day, I ran into Courtney.

One of Chester's friends introduced me. "This is Chester's wife, Yuna Sutherland. Don't you think you two look a little similar?"

Courtney pursed her lips in displeasure. She rolled her eyes at me before walking directly toward me.

"My name is Courtney Zeller. You're Ms. Sutherland, right?"

She smiled sweetly at me, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "How strange. Why would Ches be with an old hag like you? They all say that I look like you, but I don't think so. There's no way I'm as old and ugly as you. You should wise up and divorce Ches as soon as possible."

I nodded. "Then you should persuade him to divorce me as soon as possible and marry you instead."

My words seemed to set her off, as her expression suddenly twisted. "The one who isn't loved is the mistress! So what if you're hogging the identity of Mrs. Ford? You're actually the other woman here!"

I was about to say something else when Courtney looked behind me.

She suddenly grabbed my arm, smashing a wine glass as she did so. Her palm was instantly covered in blood.

Chester rushed over at the sound of breaking glass and held her protectively in his arms.

Courtney sobbed heavily while cradling her injured wrist. "Please don't be angry, Ms. Sutherland! I shouldn't have coveted Ches… You were right to call me a homewrecker!"

She continued to sob as she burrowed deeper into Chester's embrace.

Chester glared fiercely at me. "You've gone too far, Yuna. You want a divorce, fine. But you now even dare to hurt my friend?!"

He hugged Courtney with a distressed expression on his face, then walked up to me.

"Tomorrow is the payment deadline for your sister's medical expenses," he said coldly. "If you don't want her to be kicked out of the hospital, then you must first apologize sincerely to Courtney! After that's done, you also have to beg for my forgiveness!"

I laughed as I watched him leave.

I was suddenly very curious.

If I didn't show up to apologize to him tomorrow, what sort of expression would he make?

The next day, I constantly received WhatsApp messages from Chester, starting from early in the morning.

"I invited all my friends today. Have you prepared your apology?"

"As long as your attitude is sincere, I'll give you another chance. You can still be Mrs. Ford, and I'll also continue to fund your sister's future treatment."

"See you at the Ford residence at 7:00 pm."

Night fell, and the Ford residence was packed with people even before 7:00 pm rolled around.

Everyone was here to see me make a fool of myself.

The guests were all speculating wildly.

"Guess what excuse she's going to come up with to gain Mr. Ford's forgiveness this time?"

"Why not just divorce her this time, Mr. Ford? It's not worth keeping that gold digger around. She's nowhere near as sensible as Courtney!"

Courtney gazed affectionately at Chester from the side.

Chester, on the other hand, was staring intently at his watch.

I was actually late.

He sent me another WhatsApp message. "Where are you right now? You're already late. I'm giving you half an hour more to show up!"

When he sent the message, the application displayed that his message had failed to send. There was a red exclamation mark next to his message.

I had blocked his number.

Chester's good friend, Michael Gunn, couldn't resist teasing him. "There's no way Yuna is serious about it this time, is there? Has she really made up her mind to divorce you?"

Chester frowned and replied, "That's impossible. Yuna values her younger sister's life more than her own, so she can't leave me."

Just then, Michael's new girlfriend—Caitlyn Reece—couldn't help speaking up. "Could you guys be talking about Luna Sutherland from Ward 102 in Jeldon Hospital? So, that was actually Yuna's younger sister. She already passed away several months ago, though…"