Rylee's expression shifted. She immediately clutched her chest and broke into a fit of exaggerated coughing.
“Cyrus... since you've seen it, I won't hide it anymore. It's not my sister who has cancer... It's me,” she said weakly.
“Who knows where she got that fake report to trick you.”
In an instant, the guilt that had just flickered in Cyrus' eyes disappeared completely.
“Ylona, you really never learn!”
“Just to gain my sympathy, you faked having cancer?!”
“Someone like you—even if you really die from it—deserves it!”
He spat those cruel words before scooping up Rylee in his arms and rushing to the underground garage, heading for the hospital.
Watching his panicked figure vanish, Ylona's smirk deepened. She spat out a mouthful of blood.
Rylee really did steal everything—first love, now even a terminal illness.
But none of it mattered anymore. By the afternoon, she would be gone from this hell for good.
Before she left, though, she needed Cyrus to sign the divorce papers.
Ylona quickly dressed her wounds, then took the agreement and went to the hospital to find him.
However, he wasn't in the room—only Rylee.
“Didn't you want me gone?” Ylona said calmly. “Here's your chance. This is the divorce agreement. Have him sign it—once it's done, I'll leave for good.”
Rylee looked at the documents with skeptical eyes. “You're really willing to walk away?”
“I said it long ago—you just didn't believe me,” Ylona replied indifferently. “Whether you cooperate or not is your choice.”
She reached out to take the papers back, but Rylee snatched them.
“Fine. I'll help you. Come and pick it up tomorrow noon.”
Ylona agreed.
Just as she left the hospital, her phone buzzed—a private investigator had sent her a file.
It was a compilation of Rylee's dark deeds over the years—all hidden from Cyrus.
Turns out, her child never had a heart condition at all. It had all been a ploy to get rid of Arden.
Cyrus had trusted her completely.
There were also records of how Cyrus had illegally seized organs in the past—and his role in Cedric's death.
Yes, Ylona was leaving.
But neither Cyrus nor Rylee would be getting away unscathed.
She had all the evidence sent to her email. When she got home, she copied the files to a USB drive, placed it in the safe, and activated a timed-trigger mechanism.
Once Cyrus viewed the files, everything would automatically be sent to the local authorities.
She had just finished setting it all up when Rylee called.
“The divorce papers are signed—but he doesn't know what he signed.”
“Since you want to leave so badly, then get lost. I don't want to see your face after tonight.”
“The papers are already sent back to the villa.”
With that, Rylee hung up.
Ylona's expression was cold. Rylee's days of arrogance were numbered.
Very soon, Cyrus would see her true face.
Once the signed divorce papers arrived, Ylona placed them in the safe too—alongside Cedric's death certificate.
That would be the final thing she left for Cyrus—a curse in the form of truth.
Just then, she received a message.
[I've arrived at the location. I'm waiting for you at the gate.]
Looking down, she saw a young man.
She didn't bring much—just her ID and Cedric's ashes.
From this day on, she would vanish from Cyrus' world—without leaving a trace.
After gathering everything, Ylona stepped out of the villa with the urn in her arms and threw her phone away.
She paused at the gates and glanced back at the house where she had suffered for seven years.
From this moment on, Cyrus would never be able to reach her again.
She would sever all ties with the past and rise from the ashes.
Outside the villa, Devin stood beside a sleek black car, impeccably dressed.
He opened the car door like a gentleman.
“Miss Alvarez, I'm Devin Morisson—your fiancé.”
