Chapter 4

Seeing Eileen's sincere display of submission, Trevor finally relented. "Since this is your first strike, I'll let it slide. Don't you ever pick on Rebecca again."

Yet Rebecca clung tightly to Trevor's sleeve, her eyes darting as if insinuating something. "Uncle Trevor, I'm so scared. Is Aunt Eileen really not going to hurt me anymore?"

A flicker of conflicted emotion passed through Trevor's eyes as he gently patted Rebecca's back. "Don't worry. She won't ever again."

Eileen was utterly devastated, but it also made one thing painfully clear to her.

After five years together, she meant nothing more to him than someone he could discard without a second thought.

The moment Trevor left, the first thing Eileen did was dash into the Weaver residence. "Dad, Mom, I want a divorce."

Jason Weaver and Amber Thomson looked at their daughter's bruised and battered state, their eyes welling with raw heartache.

They had witnessed the way Eileen had been mistreated by the Durham family over the years.

They had already carried unbearable guilt for pushing her into an arranged marriage with Trevor just to save Weaver Group back then.

Now, watching her suffer so bitterly in this marriage, they felt extremely bad for her.

Amber wiped away her tears. "Eileen, whatever you decide to do, your dad and I will stand behind you. We're getting old anyway. We don't want Weaver Group to be a weight around your neck any longer. Your dad and I have decided to liquidate the company and move abroad for our retirement."

Eileen wiped her tears and gave a firm nod. "Okay. I'll go wherever you go. Home is wherever you are."

After helping her parents pack their bags and sending them off overseas, Eileen stayed behind to wrap up the remaining affairs at home.

Realizing her ID card and passport were still left at Trevor's mansion, she hesitated for a moment before deciding to go back and retrieve them.

She never expected to walk right into Trevor carefully tending to the wounds on Rebecca's back in the master bedroom.

"It hurts…"

Rebecca let out a soft whimper, prompting Trevor's movements to grow even more tender.

Suddenly, she spun around, exposing the skin of her chest as she stared straight into Trevor's eyes.

Trevor froze. "Rebecca, what are you—"

Before he could finish, Rebecca wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Trevor was forced to endure the kiss until she finally let go.

Rebecca let out a delighted smile. "Your lips really are sweet, Uncle Trevor!"

In that instant, blood rushed through Trevor's veins with overwhelming force.

He gasped for air, struggling to hold back, before finally pushing Rebecca away and speaking in a hoarse voice. "Abigail, apply the rest of the ointment for Rebecca."

The maid, Abigail Davis, immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Ms. Durham, let me take you to your room to finish up."

Eileen's chest throbbed with unbearable agony, but she kept her head low as she walked right past Trevor.

To her surprise, Trevor reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"What do you want?" Eileen gasped, her voice hoarse with panic.

Without a word, Trevor pinned Eileen down onto the couch. His movements were rough and unyielding as his hands tore past her clothes.

In the past, Eileen had taken the initiative in intimacy.

Yet back then, all she ever received was Trevor's cold, detached rejection. "I'm sorry. I'm just not interested in this kind of thing."

She had genuinely believed that as long as she remained patient, the day would come when he would willingly touch her.

She never imagined that when it finally happened, it would be under these circumstances.

Trevor's hand had already slid beneath the hem of Eileen's dress.

But all Eileen could picture was the heated, aroused look on Trevor's face just moments ago under Rebecca.

She thrashed against him. "No! Stop it!"

Her resistance only stoked the flames of Trevor's fury. "Do you have any idea how many women out there are dying to crawl into my bed and take your place? Eileen, you're my wife. You're supposed to fulfill your marital duties."

Trevor's actions were brutal, relentless, and completely devoid of warmth.

Right at the peak, Trevor held Eileen in a tight embrace, whispering with profound passion, "I love you."

Only to follow it up in the very next breath with, "Rebecca."

Eileen froze completely.

She stared out the window into the pitch-black night.

Her mind drifted back to all those nights she'd secretly whispered the same words into Trevor's ear, over and over, knowing he might never hear them.

"I love you."

Eileen had always known that those words might never get an answer.

Yet now, she finally heard him say those words himself. Only, they were meant for another woman.

The pain was unbearable, and tears spilled before she could hold them back.

…

Rebecca couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen after seeing the look in Trevor's eyes.

Rebecca told Abigail she'd left her teddy bear behind and slipped back to Trevor's bedroom.

As she pushed the door open, the scene of Trevor holding Eileen asleep in his arms hit her square in the face.

In an instant, every drop of color drained from Rebecca's face. Her eyes went wide with utter disbelief. "Uncle Trevor…"

The voice snapped Trevor instantly awake.

He yanked the duvet over Eileen's exposed body, not even bothering to pull on his own clothes before scrambling up. "Rebecca, listen, I…"

"No! I don't want to hear it!"

Rebecca's entire frame trembled violently with overwhelming despair. "I hate you, Uncle Trevor!"

Screaming, she turned and bolted out the door.

Panicked, Trevor threw his clothes on and dashed out to chase after her without sparing Eileen a single glance.

As Eileen watched Trevor's retreating back, her tears finally burst forth uncontrollably.