One evening, when Wyatt had just returned, there was a charity gala among the wealthy. Wyatt and Lucy were among the guests attending.

Before heading to the venue, they dropped by a salon. Wyatt personally got out of the car to pick Eva up. She was in a million-dollar custom-made couture gown and a bag encrusted with diamonds.

She stood there, refusing to move.

Wyatt opened the back passenger seat door and hesitantly said, "Lulu, can you…"

Before he could finish, Lucy quietly got out of the car and sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver.

The gala was held in a private estate. The lobby of the main hall was brightly lit with chandeliers.

When Eva appeared next to Wyatt with her hands around his arms, they immediately became the center of attention. A group of heiresses instantly surrounded them.

"Eva, Mr. Grant is so good to you! You're the first to wear this custom-made gown!"

"Yes! I heard that he managed to win this gown from a Parysian tycoon! He even got himself hurt by racing with the other person!"

So, Wyatt got hurt because he tried to win the gown for Eva.

Eva's eyes reddened. "Don't bring that up. It hurts me so much to think how much he had bled. I had just casually mentioned that I liked the dress, and he…"

"Haha! He clearly loves you so much that he's willing to sacrifice his life!"

Someone swept Lucy a glance and said, "Some people think that they could be noble just because they wore some stupid gown from five seasons ago. They can't even compare to you!"

Lucy looked at the gown she was wearing. Wyatt had prepared the gown for her. She clenched her fists tightly.

Halfway through the gala, a charity auction was held. Wyatt would bid on everything that Eva wanted, even those that she barely had any interest in. All so that he could boost her ego.

The only thing that Eva truly wanted was snatched by another buyer. It was an emerald ring.

She sniffled and looked at Wyatt in an aggrieved glance, tugging on his sleeves, saying, "Wyatt, I really like that ring. I want it so much I won't be able to eat anything if I don't get it tonight."

So, Wyatt went to look for the buyer after the auction. "Mr. Chapman, why don't you name your price? There's no limit."

Brandon Chapman snickered. "Mr. Grant, I'm sure you know what I want. I don't care about money. I've been having an artist's block lately. I need a model. Why don't…"

Lucy unintentionally bumped into their conversation when she was heading to the ladies' room.

"Your wife. I like her very much. If she can be my model, I'll sell the ring at the same price to you."

Wyatt's gaze darkened. "I'll think about it."

Lucy's heart sank. What the hell did he mean by that? Brandon Chapman was infamous among the wealthy circle for having a perverted fetish. He was a lover of photography, but his subjects were usually…

Lucy shuddered and left. Soon after, Wyatt caught hold of her in the corner of the venue. "Lulu, I have something to discuss with you."

He ingratiatingly handed her a glass of cocktail he had made for her. "As you can see, Eva's situation has gotten much better. She'd be able to move out soon, but…she really wants the ring tonight. The buyer said that as long as you'd be his model, he'd give me the ring. Perhaps…"

"No! Impossible!" Lucy shoved him away. "Wyatt, who the hell do you think I am?" Lucy tried to suppress the rage in her and downed the cocktail in one go.

She had just left the venue when she started to feel dizzy and fell to the ground. Something was wrong with the cocktail that she had just drunk.

As she was losing consciousness, she felt herself scooped up by Wyatt, and she heard him say, "I'm sorry, Lulu. This is the last time."

The spotlight suddenly lit up with a loud click, shining on Lucy so brightly she could barely open her eyes.

She was lying on the ground, without anything on her body, in a completely lightproof room. She instantly felt the chills. She panicked so much she covered her hands in front of her chest, but she was feeling so weak she could barely get up.

"Ms. Quinn, you sure are a beauty, especially through my lens." The man behind the curtain sniggered, aiming the camera at Lucy.

"You pervert! I'm going to call the police! What you're doing is illegal!" Lucy yelled in despair.

"Oh? What are you going to do? Sue me? Or are you going to sue your husband?" Brandon snickered. "You're in my estate. I'm just letting you experience being a model, all in the name of art. I've promised Wyatt that other than taking photos of you, I won't touch you. Unless you have other needs, then, I'll…"

"Get lost!" Lucy could no longer hold back her tears. She lay there on the soft fabric, stripped bare, like a helpless offering about to be sacrificed.

Brandon was merciless. "Yes, go on! You look even more mesmerizing when you cry."

The flashes of the camera were like knives jabbing into her heart. A long time later, the flashes finally stopped.

Lucy could not remember how she managed to put on her clothes and get out of the room. She left. Every step felt like humiliation, heavy and slow.

Brandon smirked. "Ms. Quinn, I have shot countless women. You're the first whose husband sent you to me on a platter."

Lucy clutched the doorknob so tightly her knuckles turned white. She knew it was not the time to fight. She said with a self-deprecating yet firm tone, "I'm divorced. He's no longer my husband."

Then, she shut the door.

Lucy could not help but shiver. She hugged herself to try to calm herself down.

At that moment, the gala downstairs was about to end. She walked out of the hall to hear a loud rumble in the sky.

Then, the skies were lit with fireworks that spelled some words. [Eva, Happy Birthday!]

It was a surprise that Wyatt had prepared for Eva. It was past midnight, which was Eva's birthday.

In the garden, Wyatt stood under the sky brightly lit with fireworks. He affectionately said, "Happy birthday, Eva. Whether it be gowns or rings, I'll give you anything you want."

Then, he opened a ring box in front of her. It was the emerald ring that he had exchanged with Brandon for Lucy.

The crowd cheered. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Wyatt did not react, but Eva had tiptoed…

At that moment, Lucy felt a deep-seated disgust. She bent down and puked so hard that tears fell. All that was left was the resentment in her heart.

When she got up, a drizzle started. Wyatt was holding Eva's hand, leading her to the car.

Soon, the car left the estate.

Lucy received two messages from him.

[Lulu, I've left with Eva. I'll get a car to pick you up.]

[I know you've been suffering. This is the last month. I'll make it up to you.]

Lucy read the messages calmly. She did not wait for the car to arrive. Instead, she started walking under the rain.

When Lucy returned home, it was in the middle of the night.

A cake with its candles blown was placed on the living room table, while Wyatt was with Eva, opening her presents.

Seeing Lucy completely soaked from head to toe, Wyatt was suddenly taken aback. "Lulu, you… Didn't I send a car to pick you up?"

With furrowed brows, he quickly picked up a towel, wanting to wipe Lucy down, but Lucy merely glared at him.

She raised her hand without any hesitation and slapped him.

Right at the exact moment, Eva rushed over and placed herself between Lucy and Wyatt.

Slap!

The slap landed on Eva's face. She screamed as she fell into Wyatt's arms, sobbing, looking extremely feeble.

A red handprint appeared on her cheek.

"Eva, are you alright?" Wyatt hugged her worryingly. He checked up on her, his fingers trembling.

He lost it when he touched the red handprint on Eva's cheek. He threw the towel and yelled, "Lucy, you've gone mad!"

The towel landed on Lucy's head so hard that she almost fell. "Wyatt, I was wrong about you," Lucy said self-deprecatingly while trying to hold back her tears.

"You would trade me off for some stupid ring? You disgust me!"

Wyatt was stunned, silent with a look of guilt on his face.

Eva stood in front of him and opened her arms wide, saying with a sob, "I won't allow you to say that about Wyatt! If you're mad, you come at me!"

What an award-winning-worthy act.

The guilt on Wyatt's face instantly vanished. He scooped Eva up. "It's alright. Let me handle this."

Then, he glared at Lucy. "Those photos would only appear in the auction half a year later. By then, I'll buy them back at any cost! But you should never hit Eva!"

Half a year? She would be gone by then. Lucy smiled self-mockingly.

She heard Wyatt say to her before he headed upstairs, "If you don't want to get arrested and charged for hitting Eva, you'll kneel in the courtyard right now!"

As the rain grew heavier, the doctor's car pulled into the mansion. The headlights flared, casting shadows. There, Lucy knelt, motionless, under the rain, under the watch of a few bodyguards.

Two hours later, two figures were standing by the window of the master bedroom, looking down at the courtyard.

"Wyatt, Lucy's such a poor thing," Eva said coquettishly, but more with a mockery of a winner. "My birthday party will be pushed back a few days, since I can't be seen with my face like this. Why don't we invite Lucy along? She hasn't seen the yacht that you've given me."

Wyatt's face was in the dark. "Alright. You can arrange it. Eva, I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

Lucy, who overheard their conversation, sighed. Yes, the Wyatt who used to care for her was gone a long time ago.

The yacht? Alright, then. She would settle everything right then and there.

After kneeling the entire night, Lucy's knees were covered in bruises. It still hurt when she walked after a few days. She limped all the way to the courthouse to finalize the divorce.

When she returned to the mansion, a car was already waiting for her.

"Ma'am. Mr. Grant has told me to take you to Ms. Lawson's birthday party."

Lucy placed one of the divorce decrees by the head of the bed in the master bedroom. Then, she took her wedding ring, which she had not worn in a while, before being escorted to the party.

Gifts of all sizes were piled into a mountain on the deck of the luxurious yacht. A champagne tower sparkled under the lights while impeccably dressed servers weaved through the crowd.

"Mr. Grant, you sure take good care of Eva! You wouldn't even let her drink when it's her turn!"

By the long table, a group of heirs and heiresses were playing spin-the-bottle with Eva.

When Lucy arrived, the bottle was aimed at her coincidentally.

"What a coincidence! Whoever the bottle chooses would have to be punished!"