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!"

Lucy realized something was off. She immediately refused, saying, "I won't play such games!"

She had just taken two steps when one of the heirs stood up and slapped her.

Everyone bawled in laughter. "She deserves it for hitting Eva!"

Eva laughed innocently. "Lucy, don't mind them. We're just playing."

Wyatt glared at her before spinning the bottle again, saying, "Let's continue!"

At that moment, Lucy finally understood why she was called to the party. It seemed kneeling for an entire night under the rain was not enough!

Since she had slapped Eva, Wyatt would make her pay for it in public. Thus, the bottle had landed on her every single time.

After ten slaps, the bodyguard finally let go of his clutches on her.

Lucy felt her ear buzzing. She touched her face. It was swollen.

Suddenly, Eva said coquettishly, "Wyatt, you promised to make me a cake."

Wyatt smiled at her dotingly and got up. "Wait for me. I'll head to the kitchen." Before he left, he swept Lucy a glance without saying anything.

Once he had left, Eva was no longer the weak and gentle character that she put on. "How's that, Lucy Quinn? How does it feel being slapped?"

Lucy ignored her provocation. She smiled nonchalantly and left. She knew that Eva, who already had the taste of victory, would surely follow suit.

Sure enough, when Lucy was at the top level of the yacht, she heard the sound of high heels clicking behind her.

"Eva Lawson, do you really think you've won?" Lucy suddenly said, stopping right in front of the railings. She chuckled. "You know, Wyatt said that once you've recovered, he has fully paid off his debt to you. You'll be kicked out of my home."

"Shut up!" No one had ever provoked Eva like that. "You're just a lowly housekeeper. You think you're my competition?"

Eva approached Lucy when Lucy suddenly turned and grabbed her by the collar.

"This happened to my mother, too, right? That night? All she did was touch your gown and you…" Lucy trailed off with a catch in her throat.

However, her pain had lit up the flames of Eva's maliciousness. "Yes. You're right. She had accidentally touched my gown, but she wouldn't kneel and apologize. She's your mother, so I thought of teaching her a lesson.

"I bet you didn't know that both her hands were broken and her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't even scream. Imagine how miserable she looked.

"She spilled her blood to the sea right on this very deck. By the way, I wanted to break her right foot, too, but she struggled so hard to survive that she fell overboard and ended up dead…"

Lucy glared at Eva with hatred. "You're a murderer!"

Eva snickered viciously. "So what? Wyatt believed me! He even protected me in court!"

Lucy's grip on Eva's collar tightened. "Don't you forget. I'm Mrs. Grant! Wyatt will never divorce me! As long as I'm alive, I will be Mrs. Grant forever!"

That instantly lit up a murderous rage in Eva. She grabbed Lucy by the neck and tightened her grip so much that Lucy's face was flushing.

Lucy stuttered, "L...let me go! A...are you trying to kill me? As long as I'm alive, don't think of…"

Eva slammed Lucy against the railings so hard that Lucy felt numbness on her back. Her wedding ring slipped and fell onto the deck.

Half of Lucy's body was beyond the deck. She suddenly lost her balance at three stories high and fell into the sea.

The lively party on the second floor had drowned the sounds of her fall.

The moment she touched the cold, icy waters, she strangely felt a sense of warmth. The sea was where her mother once was, so she was not afraid. She would not cry.

The moment she shut her eyes, the second button on her gown flashed a tiny red light.

Inside was a hidden camera. The truth that was buried in the sea would eventually see daylight…