Looking at Vespera’s expression, calm like still water, Draven’s heart trembled for a moment.
As if trying to hide something, he immediately tore up the divorce agreement she handed over and shouted angrily, “Vespera! You still haven’t paid for your sins. You want a divorce? Keep dreaming!”
Looking into Draven’s angry eyes, Vespera found the situation absurd.
She had already suffered under Draven for so many years. Her dignity, body, and emotions had all been damaged beyond repair.
And Draven had never believed a single word she said, blindly blaming everything on her.
Vespera felt like a prisoner sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment by Draven.
For a brief moment, she felt a bit discouraged.
Brielle, at the side, revealed jealousy and hatred in her eyes upon hearing Draven’s words.
She had long wanted to take the position Mrs. Vaughn, but because Draven wouldn’t agree to a divorce, everything fell apart.
Brielle looked at Vespera with bitter eyes and forced a fake smile.
“Brother Draven, Vespera loves you so much that she won’t even let me stay near you. How could she truly want a divorce? This is likely just another move to draw your attention.”
Understanding appeared in Draven’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
Brielle reached out and grabbed Vespera’s hand, her nails pressed deep into her arm, yet her face still held a fake smile.
“Vespera, if you keep using this kind of method, you won’t live long. Maybe Amethyst hasn’t woken up because of you.”
Vespera’s eyes widened. She forcefully shook off Brielle’s hand and raised her arm, wanting to slap her.
The next moment, Draven caught her arm and pushed her away without restraint.
He shielded Brielle behind him, looking at Vespera with disgust.
“You still dare to hit Brielle right in front of me?! Which word did she say was wrong?”
Vespera only pressed her wound and stayed silent.
Seeing how calm she looked, the panic in Draven’s chest rushed back again.
He felt the urge to say something.
But Brielle, in his arms, suddenly cried out in pain, looking at him with that familiar face and pleading.
Draven instantly forgot everything else.
He picked up Brielle and turned to leave, never once looking back at Vespera.
Watching Draven’s determined back, Vespera lowered her gaze.
She stood up and pulled out her phone to call Octavian.
“Dad, the agreement we signed seven years ago has reached its end.”
On the other side of the phone, Octavian went quiet for a short while before letting out a heavy breath.
“It was Draven who failed you. I will settle this matter within one week. I will have half of Draven’s assets transferred to you and consider it as compensation.”
After discussing things with Octavian, Vespera went back to the villa.
As long as one more week went by, she could take her daughter and leave Draven.
For the first time in seven years, Vespera felt relaxed.
She packed up everything in the room, tossing all the few keepsakes Draven had once given her, things she had always treasured, into the trash bin.
And those costly pieces of jewelry, every single one of them was proof of Draven shaming her.
Each time Draven was with another woman outside and slept with her once, when he came home, he would hand Vespera another piece of jewelry.
Draven would even demand that Vespera wear those pieces of jewelry when attending important events.
Outsiders only saw how much Draven spoiled his wife.
Only Vespera knew that every time she put them on, it was a quiet humiliation to her.
Thinking about this, Vespera contacted a merchant who recycled jewelry.
Those past humiliations would soon turn into money, warming the future days of her and her daughter.
Right at that moment, Draven suddenly called. Vespera’s fingers slipped, and she answered directly.
Draven and Brielle’s tangled bodies appeared in front of Vespera.
Brielle’s moans, Draven’s heavy breaths, all mixed together, made Vespera feel deeply sick.
In the past, she would have already been unable to stand it, ending the video call and even thinking about this matter again and again.
But now, she simply set the phone aside and muted it, continuing to organize her things.
On the other side of the video call, seeing that Vespera showed no reaction at all, Draven felt awkward and angry, his movements growing more forceful.
The Brielle beneath him moaned even louder, but Vespera’s side stayed, had no reaction at all.
Draven angrily ended the video call and called again.
“Vespera, you actually dare to block my video call? Do you still want your father’s medical expenses paid?”
Vespera stayed silent. Draven took it as if she was backing down, mocking as he spoke, “I’m in Holston, room 888. Bring me a box of condoms, or don’t blame me if Brielle ends up pregnant.”
After saying that, he immediately ended the call.
If this had been before, Vespera would have been easily pushed into losing control by Draven.
But now, she calmly placed a delivery request on her phone.
Not long after, the second-hand dealer replied.
Looking at the amount on it, Vespera finally smiled.
