I returned to Frank's villa and started packing my things. After being married to him for seven years, our house was filled with memories of our time together.

Yet, when I made the decision to leave, I realized there were very few things here that belonged to me.

At that moment, I noticed a commotion outside the villa.

Frank was back, and Johanna was with him. They entered the villa while bantering playfully with each other.

When Frank saw me, he casually told me about Johanna. "Johanna said that she studied medicine before and knows a lot about prenatal care, babe. She'll be staying at the villa to take care of you during this time."

I pursed my lips. "I don't need anyone to take care of me."

My child was gone, so why would I need prenatal care?

Frank assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and grabbed my hand with a frown. "Can you please stop making a fuss? It's just a necklace, right? Once the child is born, I can buy you as many as you want."

On cue, Johanna chimed in with a soft, aggrieved tone, "Do you not like me, Mrs. Winston? It's alright. I won't ever appear in front of you two again then…"

When he heard that she was leaving, Frank immediately grew anxious. "Johanna is such a kind-hearted person. Why are you so unreasonable, compared to her?"

He then quickly started trying to cheer Johanna up, completely disregarding the fact that his actual wife was standing right next to him.

I didn't want to deal with them anymore, so I turned to leave.

In the end, Johanna started staying in our villa as a nurse.

When Frank knocked on my bedroom door that night, I deliberately turned off the lights and pretended to be asleep.

Still, he came into the room and murmured in my ear, "Don't be angry anymore, alright, babe? I'll tell Johanna about the necklace and get her to name you as the designer instead. I'll also hold a new banquet next weekend and announce you as my wife then and there."

It just so happened that I would be leaving next weekend, but I didn't respond.

The lights were off, so he didn't notice that my room had been tidied up. He simply stood by my side for a long while before leaving.

Soon afterward, my phone chimed again. Johanna had gone to the trouble of recording a voice message for me.

"Of course. I can give her credit for the necklace, but… you'll have to compensate me well. You know…"

It was quickly followed by quick and labored breathing.

I gritted my teeth and turned off my phone, then pulled the blankets over my head. I wasn't going to listen to those nauseating sounds.

I didn't expect Johanna's stay at the villa to be absolute hell for me.

She was clumsy and would sometimes accidentally spill freshly boiled soup on me.

She would offer to give me a massage, but she would deliberately press hard on my stomach every time, making me grit my teeth in agony.

She also prepared the foods I hated the most.

After she accidentally spilled an entire glass of ice water on me again, I finally reached my limit and stood up to slap her harshly.

Unexpectedly, Frank happened to come in at that very moment and witness this.

He immediately rushed forward to protect Johanna. He cradled her swollen cheek in distress, then turned to me with a stormy expression. "Apologize to her, Darcy."

I just found the situation ridiculous. "She was the one who splashed water on me. Why should I apologize to her?"

Furthermore, I still had burn scars on my legs from the last time she scalded me with boiling soup.

Frank's expression darkened further at my refusal. He just grabbed me by the wrist and forcefully dragged me over to Johanna.

"If you don't apologize to her today, you can forget about being named as the designer of that necklace."

I turned pale and bit my lip. I knew Frank was being serious about this.

He always kept to his word and treated everyone in the company equally. Even when I made a mistake at work, he would always criticize and punish me accordingly.

He always kept our marriage a secret because he was worried about showing partial treatment at the company.

Despite his insistence on impartiality, he made Johanna his personal assistant on her first day at the company. He had also given her the creative director position I had spent five years working for.

He could treat everyone, including me, with impartiality.

Yet, he was biased toward Johanna when I was clearly the person he had been married to for seven years.

I closed my eyes in suffering before finally saying reluctantly to Johanna, "Sorry."

I saw her smile faintly before quickly putting on a feeble expression. "It's alright, Ms. Cowell. I forgive you. I'm also willing to give you all the credit for the necklace."

Frank glared at me out of the corner of his eye, then looked down at the overturned glass of water.

"Get someone to clean it up. Watch out since you're pregnant. Still, you should really learn from Johanna's generosity."

He then left with Johanna.

I watched their retreating backs as I silently cleared the water and glass shards from the floor. In the end, I accidentally cut my finger on the shards.

At that moment, I suddenly received a message from the company's HR department. "Your resignation has been approved, Ms. Cowell. We wish you a happy life in the future."

The instant I received the message from the HR department, I felt utterly relieved. It meant that the last possible connection between me and Frank would also be completely severed.

As I still had to complete the handover, I picked a day to return to the company.

I suddenly noticed a trending article while browsing the internet on my way there. It was an article about the original designer of Sky's Heart, Winston Group's newest product, being replaced.

Johanna's name had been swapped out with mine.

I didn't understand why the news was trending. When I saw the relevant interview, the puzzle pieces instantly fell into place.

In the video, Johanna was biting her lip and had tears in her eyes, looking reluctant. "I was the one who wanted to give Ms. Cowell the credit for this design. She didn't bully me, so please don't put her on the spot."

The video's comment section was practically filled with verbal attacks against me.

"This is too much! How could she take the credit for someone else's design? How shameless can she get?"

"Johanna looks like she's been getting pushed around in the company. A weak woman like her probably wouldn't dare to speak up against any bullying she faces."

"Can the president of Winston Group come forward and handle this matter? There's workplace bullying going on in your company!"

My heart beat faster and faster as I read through all these comments. As my head continued to spin, the car arrived at the company building.

The company building was currently surrounded by a large crowd. Countless people had gathered by the entrance to demand an explanation for Johanna's situation.

Someone noticed me getting out of the car and yelled, "The bully's here!"

They rushed fiercely toward me. Some tore at my hair and clothes while others started beating me up. I could only curl up on the ground in pain, protecting my face and stomach.

Just then, a light yet firm shout rang out a short distance away. "What are all of you gathered here for?"

That was Frank's voice. My eyes widened, and I tried to crawl to my feet to call for help. However, one of the people around me covered my mouth, preventing me from making a sound.

There were countless cameras focused on Frank.

"As president of the company, Mr. Winston, shouldn't you take action against the workplace bullying incident that occurred within your company?"

"We're here to demand justice for Johanna! We also hope you'll provide us with an explanation and make that woman return the credit for the necklace to Johanna!"

Frank nodded minutely. "I'm already aware of the situation and will be dealing with it, so please leave. You're disrupting company operations."

I was still pinned to the ground and watched helplessly as Frank prepared to enter the building.

I used all my strength to bite the hand over my mouth, which finally gave me a chance to call for help. "Help! Save me!"

However, I was quickly pinned to the ground again, and my mouth was once again covered.

I saw Frank pause through the gaps in the crowd.

"Was someone calling for help?"

Hope instantly flared up within me. I prayed that he would step into the crowd and notice me.

Yet, Johanna's voice soon rang out from beside him. "My leg's starting to ache, honey. Let's hurry inside."

I saw Frank smile before picking her up in a princess carry and walking straight into the building.

From beginning to end, he never noticed my heavily wounded figure among the crowd.