Chapter 2

Victoria stared hard at the photo, her sharp yet calm gaze seeming like it could burn a hole right through it.

She must have been blind, completely unable to judge people.

Martin was her husband, and Mia was her best friend—someone who had constantly claimed she wanted to repay her, yet had viciously betrayed her behind her back.

To be a mistress and act so righteous about it, even coming to flaunt it in front of the legitimate wife—it was unheard of.

Victoria was proud. Even though the Gonzalez family had now fallen into others' hands, she was still the one and only daughter of the Gonzalez family.

Mia was nothing more than a little follower who used to trail behind her, flattering, smiling, and trying to please her.

Victoria blocked all of Mia's contact information.

Because she knew that truly decent people don't mess around with other women.

And Martin clearly wasn't a decent person.

Waiting for Martin, Victoria skipped dinner and only took the painkillers the doctor prescribed.

The clock on the wall pointed to eleven.

Victoria called Martin again using a new number. He didn't answer.

Midnight sharp.

With the sound of the password being entered, the door opened.

Victoria was curled up on the sofa, holding a cup of warm water in her hand, not yet having time to look up.

Three documents were violently thrown in her face.

The corner of a document flew past her eye, cutting the skin.

They finally dropped at her feet, though Victoria didn't feel the pain.

"Who are you playing dead for? Sign them!"

Martin's voice was steady and clear, but filled with disgust.

Victoria bent down and picked up the three documents from the floor.

She looked up at him.

After a year apart, Martin hadn't changed at all. If anything, his features were more handsome, his manner more refined.

Turns out a year of cold violence had no effect on him whatsoever.

He was wearing a black coat.

It was a birthday gift Victoria had once given him. After all this time of cold treatment, he still hadn't thrown it away.

"Are you sick or something? What are you spacing out for? I only have five minutes. Hurry up and sign!"

Martin's handsome brow furrowed as he urged impatiently, taking the pen from his suit pocket and placing it in front of her.

So eager to divorce, only five minutes to spare for her.

Victoria stared at him without blinking. "Martin, tell me why you betrayed me, why you betrayed the Gonzalez family."

"Your dad is barely hanging on, and you're still acting all high and mighty?" Martin sneered, curling his lips with disdain.

"Without me, without the Gonzalez family, there would be no you today." Victoria realized Martin was a puzzle, full of contradictions.

If Martin didn't care about her, why would he wear the black coat she bought him?

If he did care about her, why would he give her the cold shoulder for a year, force her to divorce, and speak to her so coldly?

Victoria couldn't figure it out.

Martin seemed enraged. He walked up to her and grabbed her throat. "Who gave you the nerve to talk to me like that?"

She saw the overwhelming hatred in his eyes, wanting to tear her apart.

Victoria's face went pale. It hurt so much, but she still forced back the tears in her eyes and mocked, "An orphan I personally fed and raised into an ungrateful wolf."

"No one is born an orphan!" Martin's veins bulged.

This statement carried too much information. Victoria even forgot she couldn't breathe properly. "Then how did your family die?"

Martin's face turned cold and dark, the blue veins on the back of his hand clearly protruding. "Shut up!"

Victoria kept coughing and struggling, but couldn't break free from the large hand around her neck.

People always like to fight against fate, only to realize after finding it useless that you can't fight destiny.

Victoria closed her eyes in despair and stopped struggling. Tears burst from her eyes and fell onto Martin's large hand wearing an expensive watch.

Her body was suddenly pushed, and she fell onto the sofa.

The divorce agreement was thrown in Victoria's face again. "Sign it. I won't say it a second time!"

"Martin, if one day you find out you've lost me forever, that I'm dead, will you cry?" Victoria looked up, asking Martin with extreme seriousness. This answer was very important to her, very important.

Victoria paused, staring intently at his features. "Will you show up at my funeral?"