Chapter 1

That day, Simone Sander casually gave a male escort at the club the wedding ring worth millions of dollars.

Moments later, Martin Jenning kicked open the door of the private room upon receiving the news. "Simone!"

He grabbed her wrist forcefully. "That's a wedding ring. I designed it myself, and it took me three years to polish it! How could you just give it away like that? What do you mean by this?"

Simone was annoyed by his shaking and pushed his hand away, lazily leaning against the couch. "It's just a ring. What's the big deal? You could give yours away too. After all, you've done that before anyway."

Martin's breathing paused for a moment, pain surging in his eyes. "You're still blaming me? I just wanted you to apologize to Lily, not to throw yourself into the sea. Who knew you would jump off that cliff?

“Simone, it's been a year now. Haven't I been patient enough with you? How much longer are you going to keep this up?"

Simone sneered, "Martin, you think too highly of yourself. If you feel wronged and want someone to comfort you, go find your dear Lily and leave me alone."

"Simone!" Her indifference completely ignited Martin's anger.

"I pretty much sacrificed my life to get you back. I wanted to have a fresh start with you! Look at you now—spending money recklessly, hanging out with these men all the time, and not even caring about your son. You're nothing like my wife anymore."

She had tried to be a good wife to him before. She had once drunk until she suffered a gastric hemorrhage just to help him get better business deals.

However, the profit from that very deal was not even enough to cover the cost of the extravagant jewelry he bought for Lily McRae.

"In that case, let's get a divorce. Then you can find yourself a more suitable wife."

Martin trembled with rage.

Just then, the butler called. "Sir, we have a problem! Ms. McRae has burned all of the family photo albums! And she's thrown your daughter's memorial portrait into the toilet!"

Simone's mind short-circuited. She sprang up from the couch and bolted out of the private room.

When she got home, the first thing she noticed was the photo album reduced to ashes in the fire pit.

In the bathroom, Lily was trampling on her daughter Dorothy Jenning’s memorial portrait.

When Lily saw her, she smirked provocatively, then bent down to pick up the memorial photo, now dirty from being trampled on.

She waved it for a moment, then held it over the toilet bowl.

"Give it back!" Simone lunged forward with eyes wide and burning with fury.

Just as her fingertips were about to make contact, Lily let go.

Thud!

The memorial portrait fell into the toilet bowl. The frame struck the inner side, and the glass shattered instantly.

Toilet water soaked the photo.

Simone's mind went completely blank. With trembling hands, she carefully fished her daughter's photograph out of the bowl.

Lily's gloating voice rang behind her. "Oops, sorry. My hand just slipped."

Slap!

Simone whirled around and slapped Lily's face hard.

Then she grabbed a sharp glass shard and aimed it straight at Lily's neck.