"Mommy, look at this ugly necklace! The chain is broken!" Damien exclaimed, pointing to Violette's broken necklace.
"Damien, don't be naughty, Sweetie. That's Violette's precious necklace."
"This ugly necklace is useless. It breaks so easily!" Damien stuck out his tongue and threw the necklace carelessly, causing the diamond pendant to separate and shatter on the floor.
Irene chuckled, then looked at Violette with a satisfied smile. "Looks like you can't wear that dress and jewelry. If you want, I can lend you my old dress."
Violette's hands clenched and trembled as she tried to hold back her anger. "Irene, watch your attitude in my house. Don't try to provoke me if you don't want to regret it."
Irene flicked her hair back over her neck with a haughty attitude. "Still pretending to be the lady of the house? Tsk, did you know that Hans and I made love on your bed?" She showed the hickey on her neck. "Look, he's so wild and can't stop. He said he was bored to death when he was with you. You can't make him excited because you're like... "
Before Irene could finish her sentence, Violette slapped her hard. Her expression was very dark.
" Irene, you're just Hans' mistress. Hans doesn't even dare to admit it and show you to everyone, don't overstep your bounds. I've been patient enough with you! If you provoke me again, you'll suffer the consequences."
Violette didn't want to waste her energy dealing with a mistress, especially since she was going to divorce Hans. But Irene repeatedly provoked her, causing her patience to run out.
Irene glared at Violette with red, hate-filled eyes. Her lips curled into a cynical smile as she glanced at the door, seeing Hans approaching from a distance.
"You evil woman! How dare you hit my mom!" Damien shouted and bit Violette's hand.
"Damien, let go!" Violette shouted, pushing Damien away, but he bumped into the ironing board.
Irene suddenly grabbed Damien and protected him, just as the iron fell on her shoulder.
"Akhhh..." Her cry was loud. She cried as she hugged Damien in her arms. "Violette, I know Damien isn't your biological child, but you don't have to burn him with an iron! He's just a little boy! You'd better burn me instead!"
"Irene!" Hans rushed in and took the hot iron away. He stood up and slapped Violette very hard.
"Violette, this time you've gone too far in hurting Damien and Irene!"
The slap was so hard that it tore the corner of Violette's lip. This was the first time Hans had ever hit her.
Violette smiled bitterly as she wiped the blood from the corner of her lip.
"I didn't mean to hurt Damien. But Irene started the fight by destroying my dress and jewelry."
The second slap struck Violette's face again.
"Just because of a dress and some jewelry, you had the heart to burn Damien and Irene with an iron. Your heart is so cruel," Hans snapped. "You have to apologize to Irene!"
Violette gritted her teeth. "Don't you dare tell me to apologize to that bitch!"
"You..." Hans was about to hit her again, but seeing Violette's face already bruised and the corner of her lip torn, he lowered his hand, feeling guilty. However, when he saw Irene crying protectively as she hugged Damien, her back injured, his heart hardened.
He lifted Irene into his arms, then ordered the guards.
"Lock Violette in her room and don't give her food or drink until she apologizes."
Violette stared coldly at his back. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped them away roughly.
Enough, Violette. Don't cry for him anymore!
Violette was locked up without food or drink. Her mother called again, asking why she had let Hans take Irene to the Lombardi family party in her place.
Apparently, to calm Irene down, Hans had taken her to the Lombardi family party and given her the best dress and jewelry. They had claimed that Violette was sick and had asked her sister-in-law to replace her.
Even though they were in another country, the Renault family received a lot of information about what was happening here.
Violette wiped her forehead, then hung up on her mother. Her ears hurt from hearing her mother's accusations.
After that night, Hans didn't come home and took Irene and Damien on vacation to Italy, Japan, and Greece.
Irene showed off their vacation in videos that she sent nonstop to Violette—everything, without exception, including intimate photos and videos of them in bed.
Meanwhile, Violette was still locked up. The maid gave her food and drink, kept asking if she had apologized, and then reported it to Hans.
Violette survived by drinking tap water from the bathroom.
Hans extended her confinement until they returned from vacation.
When Violette thought she was dying and starving to death, she woke up in her room with an IV tube attached to her hand.
Hans sat on the side of the bed with a stiff face and guilt covered by an angry gaze.
"If only you had admitted your mistake earlier, this wouldn't have happened."
Violette covered her face. She didn't want to see Hans's face—the man who had torn her heart apart.
Hans sighed.
"Violette, stop being stubborn and just apologize to Irene."
Irene appeared behind Hans. She smiled understandingly and said softly, "Hans, it's okay. Violette is the daughter of the Renault family. Of course, her pride is so high that she won't apologize to me, who is nobody."
Hans glared at Violette angrily.
"Being the daughter of the Renault family has made you so arrogant!"
