Chapter 3

"I'll set off fireworks at your funeral for days and nights, wishing you an early entry to paradise!"

Wishing her an early entry to paradise.

Victoria's anxious heart instantly crashed to the ground, shattered into pieces, each piece covered in blood, impossible to put back together.

When it came to being cold-blooded, Martin really took the prize. Her life and death, coming from his mouth, sounded so casual, so flippant.

"Martin, if you want to marry her, wait until I'm dead."

The man she had personally groomed, stolen away so shamelessly—Victoria couldn't swallow this insult.

If pain was inevitable, then all three of them should suffer together.

"Victoria, the day will come when you'll be crying and begging me on your knees for a divorce!"

Martin's sharp eyes showed cold contempt, then he predictably slammed the door and left.

Victoria didn't sleep all night—not that she didn't want to, she simply couldn't.

Her mind was filled with memories of her and Martin. Actually, when they first met, he never looked at her properly.

In his eyes, she was just a spoiled rich girl.

The more he ignored her, the stronger her desire to win him over.

Victoria offered him everything she could—reputation, power, money, and her heavy heart—forcefully, allowing no refusal, presenting it all to Martin.

Finally, he was moved.

Her mother Aria Clark thought Martin had ulterior motives.

But Martin swore to her that he would treat Victoria well for the rest of his life.

People are always naive and unguarded about first love. To marry the man she loved, she fought with Aria, ran away from home, went on a hunger strike.

Hayden truly loved Victoria. On the first day of her hunger strike, he firmly agreed to the marriage and convinced Aria.

At the wedding, she smiled brightly and passionately. Compared to Martin's calm indifference, she was more like a victorious general returning from battle, proud and triumphant.

Thinking about the past made Victoria's heart ache so much she could barely breathe.

Years later, she finally realized Aria was an excellent judge of character.

Victoria's tired eyes fell on the window, watching helplessly as the sky gradually changed from oppressive pitch black to light.

On their wedding night, Martin took a phone call and hurried off. She had waited from dark until dawn just like this.

She didn't know if he had gone to be with Mia that night.

Her phone suddenly rang.

Victoria pressed the answer button and put it to her ear, before she could speak.

Aria's wailing pierced her eardrums, "Victoria, your father just had a car accident, and the driver ran away! Come back quickly!"

She was thunderstruck. Hayden had been in a car accident.

He had dementia and was in a wheelchair—how could he have a car accident?

"Victoria, did you hear me? There's not a single servant at home, I can't carry your father. I can't get a taxi either, your father is bleeding so much..."

Aria didn't hear Victoria's response, her crying voice full of anxiety and helplessness.

"Mom, don't panic, I'll be right there."

Victoria couldn't worry about the divorce anymore. She flagged down a taxi on the street and rushed back to the Gonzalez Villa.

On the road not far from the villa, the wheelchair was overturned to one side. Aria, wearing a long dress and a wool vest, held her blood-covered husband Hayden in her arms.

Aria was crying miserably, her long dress soaked with blood.

The family's driver and servants had all been dismissed by Martin.

Aria couldn't drive. Victoria helped Aria lift Hayden into the car and drove straight to the hospital.

At the hospital, Hayden was placed on a stretcher, and a group of medical staff urgently pushed him toward the operating room.

Aria, as a family member, signed the surgical risk consent form. The nurse told them to pay the fees first, and the surgery would begin immediately after payment.

Victoria took her bank card to pay. When she was told the medical fees would be five million dollars, her eyelids twitched.

All the money she had added up to at most one million dollars.

The billing staff probably noticed Victoria's predicament and rolled their eyes impatiently, "Look, are you going to pay or not? There are people waiting in line behind you. If you're paying, take out your card. If not, don't block the way."