Chapter 1

Diana Mellon felt like she was back to that one-night stand three years ago.

On the night of the wedding, a strikingly handsome stranger had seized her waist with unyielding force. She was brought to climax, trembling uncontrollably, and no matter how much she begged, he wouldn't stop.

Before that one-night, she was the esteemed Miss Mellon of the Mellon family. After that, her life fell into a deep decline.

Her fiancé brought countless lovers back to their bedroom to have sex, those around her looked down on her, and her family didn't believe her, even though she had been framed.

Events unfolded again; she drank a glass of wine, feeling hot all over, and had a one-night stand with that stranger again.

After the passion, Diana felt herself being gently placed into a bathtub. The warm water eased some of her soreness.

A deep voice came from above, "You sleep; I won't bother you anymore."

Diana didn't have the strength to open her eyes. Hearing this, she fell into a deep sleep, feeling a bit relieved.

Before she completely drifted off, she thought, ‘this time, the man seemed to have learned to clean her up.’

When she woke up, the room was empty.

Ignoring the soreness, Diana got dressed and prepared to leave.

There was warm oatmeal on the dining table with a note underneath: [Eat first; wait for me to come back.]

Underneath was a beautifully written name in a strong font—Stanley.

Thinking of him, Diana felt a bit annoyed and didn't eat the oatmeal. Shad no intention of waiting, so she grabbed her bag and headed out.

She knew the drink she had last night was spiked and that the stranger who slept with her was the same jerk who took her virginity on her wedding night three years ago.

Diana left the hotel and hailed a taxi back to the Smith Manor.

But when she got there, the servants wouldn't let her in. "Mrs. Smith, last night's incident made the front page news. Mr. Smith is furious and said you brought shame to the Smith family."

Diana's lips twitched. So he had the servants block her outside and not let her in?

The servant hesitated, "Mrs. Smith, maybe you should apologize and say something nice to Mr. Smith."

Diana shook her head; she knew it wasn't about an apology.

The incident from three years ago had always been a thorn in Alex Smith's side.

He was convinced Diana had been unfaithful, and since then, he constantly found ways to torment her out of sheer hatred.

Diana called Alex, and his phone was answered quickly, but it wasn't Alex.

It was his secretary, Zayne Johnson, who managed Alex's work phone.

Since getting married,  Diana only had Alex's work phone number, and most of the time, it was Zayne who communicated with her.

"Mrs. Smith," Zayne said, "Mr. Smith is very busy right now. You can call back later."

From the other end of the line came the sound of a Alex's laughter and a woman's flirty voice.

The so-called busy was just an excuse for Alex to avoid dealing with her.

Alex heard the sound and looked up to Zayne, "Put it on speaker."

Alex's voice came through the receiver to Diana's ear, filled with anger. "Diana, you slut. Can't live without a man? I haven't been sleeping with you, so you couldn't stand the loneliness and found another man? And you were even caught by the paparazzi. Don't show up in front of me for a while. I even find you disgusting with a single glance."

Diana gripped the phone tightly, remembering the day after the wedding when Alex, holding another woman, disgustingly said to her, "Diana, you make me sick."

What had she done wrong? She was clearly the victim, forced into this mess. Why did everyone accuse her of being promiscuous?

Alex even took a lover openly as a way to punish her.

For the past three years, Diana had almost gotten used to the daily accusations and humiliation she faced every single day.

To those insults, she had long become numb, calmly saying, "I still can't compare to you, Mr. Smith, surrounded by lovers. Your affairs have made the headlines more than a dozen times in a month."

Facing Alex, she initially felt guilty and wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but ultimately, she became resentful.

Alex sneered, "Get out of the Smith Manor; don't get in my way." He instructed Zayne, "Throw all her things out of the Smith Manor. They are extremely tainted because of her."

His words felt like needles piercing her heart, and it still hurt.

Diana suddenly grew tired of it. Sometimes she didn't even understand what Alex wanted.

A perfect couple turned into resentful partners, and their entanglement only brought pain to themselves.

Alex had once been loving to her, but that accident had changed everything.

Diana wanted a divorce.

Her job was now stable, and she could support her mother's medical expenses on her own. Though it was a bit tough, it was enough.

But Alex seemed to know what she was going to say and threatened, "Diana, think carefully before you speak. It's you who cheated first, and if you want a divorce, you have to ask for my consent. If you dare to propose a divorce, I'll make sure you never see your mother again."

Diana's knuckles turned white, and her lips also turned pale, "Alex, is this fun for you?"

Was it fun for them to torment each other?

Alex let out a short laugh, his voice full of malice. "The beginning and end of this marriage should be decided by me. Diana, you have no right to make demands of me."

With that, he had Zayne hang up the phone.

Diana stood there, letting the sun beat down on her for half a day, but feeling no warmth at all.

Her stomach churned with nausea. She felt genuinely disgusted by this marriage and even by herself.

Her phone received a text message from an unknown number: [Do you like the gift I sent you, Mrs. Smith?] The words were full of mockery.

She thought of the drugged drink from last night and her headline news; it was all a carefully arranged trap. It must be Alex's mistress.

For what? Alex's wife's position?

She had long wanted to give it up, but it was Alex who always refused to let go.

With a light tap on the screen, Diana replied: [I hope you get what you want.]

Then she decisively blocked the number, not caring how angry the mysterious person behind it would be.

Diana put away her phone and hailed a cab.

She got something to do. The car stopped in front of a private nursing home, and she went to the front desk to register.

Then she was told she was on the no-visit list.

Diana's face instantly turned grim, "I am the patient's daughter. I have the right to visit."

The nurse at the front desk was in a difficult position, "It was Mr. Smith's order. We are just following instructions."