Chapter 2

Isabella lowered her eyes, listening to the sarcasm until her ears felt numb.

In the past, she had been so careful trying to maintain a good relationship with Winter. No matter how harsh Winter's words were, she would smile and bear it.

But today, she suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore.

Isabella looked up, her expression calm. "Three years of marriage, and I cooperated with you going to the hospital for all kinds of tests. The results proved I'm healthy and can conceive normally. Yet I still haven't gotten pregnant. Haven't you ever thought that maybe your son has sexual dysfunction?"

Winter's face changed.

Isabella's lips curved into a smile, her expression increasingly mocking. "Or perhaps you've known all along why I can't get pregnant, so you want to use this to cover up the fact that he has sexual problems?"

"Isabella, what nonsense are you spouting?" Winter was furious.

"Whether I'm talking nonsense or not, you know in your heart." Isabella's expression turned cold as she directly told her to leave. "Also, this is Vincent's and my home. Next time, please don't show up uninvited. It makes you look very ill-mannered."

Her merciless mockery made Winter's face flush red with anger.

"You, you..." Winter was livid. "Just you wait!"

She threw out those words and stormed off.

The door slammed shut heavily. Isabella looked down at the table full of medicine—no doubt more fertility drugs.

Over the years, she had tried every kind of fertility drug, and her body had nearly been ruined.

Just then, there was movement at the door.

Vincent, who hadn't been home for nearly half a month, appeared at the entrance. His eyes were cold as he looked at Isabella, his tone icy.

"Because of your tantrum today, everyone is now saying Freya is the homewrecker who destroyed our marriage." Vincent said, "Isabella, you need to fix this. Go apologize to Freya publicly."

Apologize?

Isabella listened to the protectiveness in his tone, feeling waves of pain in her heart.

So this was the difference between love and not loving.

"You want me to apologize to your mistress." Isabella paused between each word, her eyes cold. "Dream on."

Vincent's expression darkened. "Isabella, are you testing my patience?"

Isabella said flatly, "No, I'm just tired of playing along with you."

"Vincent, let's get divorced."

As the words landed, the room fell silent for a moment.

Vincent's presence became sharp and threatening. He stared at Isabella and laughed coldly. "You schemed so hard to marry me back then, and now you're willing to divorce me? You say you'll let go just like that?"

"Isabella, playing hard to get won't work on me."

Isabella took half a step back and asked instead of answering, "Do you really think you're worth all that effort?"

Her tone was distant. "I never loved you from the start. The only reason I married you was that you were disabled, blind, and abandoned by Freya. I felt sorry for you."

Vincent's face instantly turned pale.

He grabbed Isabella's wrist, his voice sinister. "Say that again?"

Isabella winced in pain but refused to back down. "I can say it as many times as you want—the answer will be the same. You're weak and cowardly, selfish and incompetent. You can't face the fact that your lover left you, so you take your anger out on me!"

"Like when your mom pressures us to have a child, you don't even dare say that we haven't had sex, but you make me bear the consequences."

"Why? Why should I!"

Isabella's pent-up resentment burst out.

She somehow found the strength to break free from Vincent's grip and grabbed the medicine from the table, throwing it hard at him.

"I've had enough! I want a divorce! I don't want to drink these endless medicines anymore or listen to your mother's constant mockery! We don't even have a sex life—how could there possibly be a child?"

The medicine packets tore open, scattering pills everywhere.

Vincent stared at Isabella, seeming to catch the key point. "So all this fuss is because you want to have sex with me?"

"Since you want it so badly, I'll satisfy you today."

He grabbed Isabella and pressed her onto the sofa, his calloused fingers sliding under her clothes, making her shudder.

Her mind went blank, with only one thought remaining.

Disgusting!

How could Vincent do intimate things with Freya and then come back to have sex with her?

Isabella's stomach churned violently. She struggled desperately, but Vincent pressed down on her like a mountain.

Vincent tore open Isabella's collar. Her eyes turned red, and just as she was about to push Vincent away with all her might, an abrupt phone ring suddenly interrupted Vincent's actions.

He paused slightly, then immediately got up to answer when he saw the caller ID.

"Freya, what's wrong?" Vincent's voice held a tenderness she had never heard before.

Whatever Freya said on the phone, Vincent immediately rushed out looking urgent.

As the car engine faded into the distance, the villa fell silent again.

Isabella lay on the sofa staring into space, too drained to move. After a long while, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, filled with despair and grief.

So the Vincent she had loved for three years was actually a bastard.

Isabella forced herself to gather some energy and began packing.

The idea of divorce had grown stronger from the moment she spoke it aloud. She decided not to give herself any more time to delay.

In three years, there was very little in the villa that truly belonged to Isabella. She packed important documents and a few clothes into her suitcase. Her eyes caught sight of their wedding photo in the corner, and she couldn't help but pause.

Back then, Vincent was still blind. He thought the person by his side was his beloved.

So even though he had suffered the devastating blows of paralysis and blindness, his eyes still held some tenderness.

He took the initiative to set their wedding date and took Isabella to shoot wedding photos. Even though his blindness made movement difficult during the shoot, he still tried his best to take care of her.

On their wedding night, he was extremely gentle, promising to love only her for life.

Isabella easily fell for his tenderness, but she also knew clearly that this love was stolen.

So she planned to confess everything to Vincent.

But God played a huge joke on her. Just before she was about to confess, Vincent suddenly regained his sight and saw the plane ticket she had bought in advance.

"You're not Freya."

"You're just a fraud who took her place."

Vincent used just two sentences to define their marriage.

Isabella wanted to explain, but deceiving Vincent was an objective fact. She had no defense and could only watch his disgusted and rejecting gaze while repeatedly saying sorry.

"Isabella, you make me sick."

Finally, Vincent threw out those words and stormed off.

From that day on, their relationship took a sharp turn for the worse.

Vincent returned to the White Group. He used work as an excuse to rarely come home, and romantic scandals about him came one after another.

The outside world only knew he was married, but never knew who his wife was.

Isabella collected her thoughts and dialed her lawyer. "Hello, prepare a divorce agreement for me. Split the assets equally. For the reason for divorce... write that the husband has a sexual dysfunction and cannot have children."