Chapter 3

After finishing the content of the divorce agreement, she took one last look at the villa, picked up her suitcase, and turned to leave.

Passing by a mall on the way, she caught sight of her reflection in the glass window: wearing an oversized white shirt and jeans, her hair loosely tied back, bare-faced, looking completely unkempt.

The image of Freya flashed through Isabella's mind. Comparing the two of them, they were worlds apart.

She smiled mockingly at herself. No wonder everyone said she was ugly and didn't deserve Vincent.

All these years, she had indeed neglected herself too much for Vincent's sake.

Isabella's gaze was fixed on a red fitted dress in the shop window.

A few seconds later, she walked into the mall.

Isabella had a bank card that Vincent had given her. She hadn't wanted to use it before, always afraid that the more money she spent, the more unequal their relationship would become. But now she thought, why not use the money? Don't tell her the money goes to Vincent's mistress.

Once she figured this out, she started swiping the card without hesitation.

Clothes, shoes, bags... whatever caught her eye, Isabella bought it all.

In less than an hour, she was completely transformed.

Her long hair was permed into big waves, her eyes enhanced with makeup became bright and captivating, and the red dress draped over her like flames, dazzling and eye-catching.

As Isabella walked out of the mall, she immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Isabella?"

A hesitant voice called out.

Isabella looked toward the sound and found Mason and her mother, Juniper Fox, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

They looked her up and down, their eyes immediately showing disapproval. "Why are you dressed like this? How much money did this cost?"

"Do you know that the money you're spending now all belongs to Freya?"

What do they mean by "it all belongs to Freya"?

Isabella found it ridiculous. How had she never noticed before that her parents were so shameless?

Seeing her silence, Juniper frowned and lectured her, "Also, now that Freya is back, you'd better hurry up and divorce Vincent. Don't think about holding onto her position."

"Otherwise, people who don't know better will think Freya is Vincent's mistress."

Isabella listened to her matter-of-fact tone, feeling increasingly mocking inside.

She and Freya were actually twin sisters, but at birth, because the doctor said "the older sister took the younger sister's nutrients in the womb, so the younger sister might be weaker," they resented her for making Freya sickly since childhood.

Growing up, whatever Freya wanted, she had to give up without complaint.

Even marriage was the same. No matter how unwilling she was, because Freya ran away from the wedding, she had to marry in her place, so Freya wouldn't face any consequences.

Pulling herself back to the present, Isabella looked at Juniper, her tone flat. "Isn't she a mistress right now?"

She curved her lips, her tone nasty and mocking. "No matter what happened before, at least right now I'm Vincent's legitimate wife. If Freya wants to marry him, she'll have to bear the reputation of being 'the mistress .'"

"You care about her so much, but didn't you ever think she'd end up like this?"

"You... Isabella, have you lost your mind?" Juniper looked at her in disbelief.

Isabella's face was expressionless. "You'd better not mess with me, or I won't mind letting everyone know that your precious daughter is a mistress who destroys other people's marriages."

She dropped this line and turned to leave.

Isabella went to the law firm to pick up the printed divorce agreement, planning to go straight to Vincent to sign it.

As luck would have it, Vincent was having dinner with friends at a nearby restaurant today.

Isabella found the private room and heard voices talking inside.

"Vincent, I heard Isabella made quite a scene this time, even daring to embarrass you in public."

"That humble woman Isabella actually dares to stand up to you now."

"So... how long do you think it'll take before she comes back to apologize to Vincent?"

Over the past three years, to repair her relationship with Vincent, Isabella had become known in their circle as a suck-up who would beg for reconciliation no matter what he did.

She used to think doing this was worthwhile, but now, thinking back, she had been so foolish.

The conversation in the private room continued.

"Vincent, I heard she seems pretty angry this time. Aren't you going to go smooth things over? Be careful, she might actually leave."

After a few seconds of silence, Vincent finally responded, "No need. She'll come back begging me to reconcile by tonight at the latest."

Hearing his confident tone, Isabella raised her hand and pushed open the door. "You don't need to guess anymore. I'm planning to divorce right now."

She placed the prepared divorce agreement on the table.

Everyone in the room widened their eyes. Those sitting closer saw the contents of the divorce agreement and were shocked.

The reason for the divorce was that the man had a sexual dysfunction. Couldn't have children?

Fuck!

Could they really know such explosive information?

Everyone turned their eyes to Isabella, and they were shocked again.

When did Isabella become so beautiful?

Isabella, who usually dressed plainly, had transformed. Wearing a red dress and standing under the lights, her skin seemed to glow. The upturned eyeliner made her eyes look seductive and bold, as if they could speak.

If Isabella and Vincent ever split up, maybe they should try pursuing Isabella.

Vincent hadn't expected Isabella to suddenly appear. After his reflexive disgust, his peripheral vision caught everyone's varied looks, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

"What are you doing here?" he asked coldly.

"As I said, I'm divorcing you." Isabella ignored everyone's gossiping looks and said calmly, "Sign it."

For some reason, even though divorce was something he had thought about long ago, when Isabella actually proposed it, he felt somewhat resistant and panicked.

Vincent's expression turned cold. "Do you think the White family is some place where you can come and go as you please? Even if we divorce, it's not your place to bring it up."

Isabella frowned and said bluntly, "If you refuse to sign, I'll file a lawsuit with the court."

She paused, then continued, "By then, if netizens dig up certain improper relationships of yours, it won't be something you or I can control."

Vincent's aura suddenly became oppressive. "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm just stating objective facts." Isabella said, "Think it over carefully. Tomorrow morning at nine, I'll be waiting for you at family court."

She dropped this line and turned to leave.

Just as she stepped out of the private room, she ran into a middle-aged man in a suit.

His eyes lit up when he saw Isabella, and he came over to chat her up. "Hey, beautiful, are you alone? Want to exchange contact info?"

Isabella frowned and moved away from him.

"Sorry, I..."

Before she could finish, a force suddenly yanked her away.

Vincent stood in front of her with a cold expression, saying icily to the man, "Get lost."

The middle-aged man was startled, but then said angrily, "Who are you to butt in?"

"I'm her husband."

Vincent dropped this line and dragged Isabella outside.

"Vincent, what are you doing!" Isabella struggled to break free. "Let go of me!"