Chapter 3

Bianca's POV

Expensive gifts were piled high in the entryway. Yvette and I locked eyes, and she smirked at me. "Five years ago, he didn't sever the tendons in my hand. So, I'm here to repay him for sparing me back then."

Julius shielded me behind him, and his expression hardened. "Who allowed you to come here?"

Yvette smiled as she slowly twisted the diamond ring on her finger, holding my gaze.

"Naturally, I'm here to clear things up. There's nothing going on between Julius and me, and the children aren't mine either. Don't listen to that idiotic brother of mine. He'll spew all kinds of nonsense to get his hands on our family inheritance."

Right after saying that, she tossed a DNA test report in front of me. However, the results didn't matter in the slightest.

The Robles and Silva families held immense power in Marisport. Changing the results of a report was child's play for them.

When she moved, her collar shifted, exposing a cluster of hickeys on her skin. The image of her and Julius tangled together the night before flashed before my eyes, and I couldn't help but retch violently.

Yvette mocked me. "Julius, didn't your wife have her uterus removed? Did a miracle happen, and she's pregnant again?"

Julius caught me and gently patted my back. "Get the hell out of my house, Yvette!"

Her smile widened, just like it had five years ago when she'd intercepted me on my way to my prenatal checkup. I gasped for air as the nightmare-like scene replayed before my eyes once again.

A searing pain tore through my lower abdomen, and the memory of losing my baby returned to haunt me. It hurt so badly that I could barely breathe.

Julius held my teetering body and frowned. "Head upstairs and get some rest."

Yvette let out a chuckle. "My bad, I forgot that you'd been driven insane by what happened five years ago.

"I came here in good faith to apologize, but I was humiliated by your wife. Don't you think you should hand over the business at South Port to me as compensation?"

Julius nodded without the slightest hesitation. My pain and suffering were nothing more than part of their game.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and choked out, "Throw all of her trash out!"

Julius, however, stopped the housekeepers. "That's enough, Bee. Go back to your room and get some rest first."

Noticing he was still pretending to care about me, I hurled the divorce agreement in his face. "Sign it, Julius!"

Rage flared across his face as he warned me in a dangerously low voice. "Your mother is still in the ICU, Bee. Are you seriously going to do this right now?"

All that remained in my heart was endless contempt. "Sign it, Julius. Don't use Mom against me. Even if it cost me my life, I'd still divorce you!"

Realizing I was serious this time, his gaze darkened. He tore the divorce agreement I'd already signed into shreds. "Bianca Montes, who gave you permission to leave me?"

Yvette scoffed, breaking the deadlock between us. "Bianca, what right do you have to find him disgusting? He hasn't even complained about how filthy you are!"

As soon as her words fell, a razor-sharp blade flew past her cheek, leaving a streak of blood behind.

Julius' expression was dark and menacing as he snarled, "Shut up, Yvette! Say one more word you shouldn't, and I swear I'll take your life."

I didn't want to watch them pretend to be at each other's throats anymore, so I slammed the door shut and returned to my bedroom.

My phone vibrated. I had received a message from Yvette, titled "Gift". The moment I opened it, the blood in my veins ran cold.

As it turned out, the cops had obtained the complete surveillance footage from the scene back then. The evidence was rock-solid. Yvette had no way to wash her hands of it.

Yet, Julius had signed a letter of forgiveness on my behalf as my family, magnanimously forgiving Yvette for what she'd done.

All my suffering, the child I'd lost, and the five years I'd spent in unbearable agony had all been thanks to them.