Chapter 1
When Anastasia Katz received the message from Adalyn Katz, she was in the middle of picking out a gift for her third wedding anniversary with Cassius Draven.
Without warning, a dozen intimate photos popped up on her screen. Anastasia froze, her face turning pale.
Every photo featured Cassius and her twin sister Adalyn!
They were either hugging or kissing… The one consistent thing was the look of affection in Cassius’s eyes as he gazed at Adalyn.
Even after three years by his side, Cassius had never looked at her like that.
“Familiar, aren’t they?” Anastasia massaged her throbbing temples. The scenes in the photos seemed vaguely familiar, but before she could recall, Adalyn’s next message appeared.
“Sis, that’s your marital home. Can’t you recognize it?”
“Oh… I almost forgot, except for the wedding night, Mr. Cassius never let you step foot in here again. Do you know why?”
“Because this house was prepared for me by Mr. Cassius. If it hadn’t been for Mrs. Draven making her own decisions on your wedding day, you would never have had the chance to set foot in here in this lifetime!”
Each word from Adalyn felt like a dagger piercing Anastasia’s heart, and her hands trembled slightly.
She gripped her phone tightly and slowly typed out a line.
“Adalyn, stop sending me these photos. You and Cassius are in the past now.”
“Heh, do you really think we’ve become the past?”
“I’ve been back in the country for two months now. During these two months, has Mr. Cassius come home at all?”
“Every day after work, he comes to this house to meet me. Do you know what he says
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about you in bed? He says you’re incredibly boring, no different from a sex doll.”
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“Being such a failure as a woman, if I were you, I’d find a tofu block and bash my head in!”
“While Mr. Cassius still has some lingering feelings, I advise you to voluntarily step down, or else you’ll end up embarrassing yourself!”
Anastasia had no idea how she made it back home. It wasn’t until she heard the fingerprint lock at the door that she snapped back to reality.
Cassius opened the door to find Anastasia sitting on the floor in the entryway.
His brows furrowed instinctively, his eyes filled with displeasure.
“What are you doing sitting here?”
Anastasia looked up at him, his handsome face still making her heart flutter.
She tried to find even a hint of affection in his eyes, but there was nothing but impatience and annoyance,
Though he had looked at her this way for the past three years, discovering he could be so gentle with another woman felt like a knife slicing through her heart, the pain unbearable.
She slowly stood up, staring directly at Cassius.
“Why did you hide the fact that Adalyn returned to the country from me?”
Cassius’s eyes flashed with surprise, then he replied indifferently, “You and Adalyn don’t get along. There was no need to tell you.”
Anastasia chuckled. Was it really unnecessary, or was he afraid she would find out about his affair with Adalyn?
She closed her eyes and spoke deliberately, “Cassius, if you truly considered me your wife, you wouldn’t be fooling around with Adalyn in our marital home!”
Cassius’s expression changed. “How did you know?”
“How did I know? You should ask Adalyn! I also want to know how a mistress has the nerve to send me those disgusting photos!”
“Anastasia!” Cassius’s face was full of anger, his icy gaze like arrows piercing her.
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In his eyes, Adalyn was pure–hearted and wouldn’t harm anyone, let alone provoke Anastasia.
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“It’s not as bad as you think between me and Adalyn. She’s just staying temporarily, and Adalyn would never send you any photos!”
Anastasia was stung by his look, her eyes instantly reddened. “Staying temporarily? Do you think I’m a fool? And you say she wouldn’t send me photos, so you’re implying I’m slandering her?”
“Maybe not others, but you have never liked Adalyn. This isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this.”
Anastasia pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling somewhat ridiculous. He didn’t even bother to ask for the whole story and instinctively sided with Adalyn.
No wonder Adalyn dared to send her those photos so openly. She must’ve known from the start that Cassius would take her side.
Exhausted, Anastasia closed her eyes and said faintly, “Say what you want. Just think I’m slandering her.”
A flicker of anger flashed in Cassius’s eyes as he coldly replied, “Adalyn doesn’t owe you anything. Don’t ever let me hear you say such things again!”
She hadn’t even done anything to Adalyn yet, and he was already defending her. If she really did something, Cassius probably wouldn’t let her off easily.
Anastasia mocked herself with a laugh, “Cassius, in these three years of marriage, have you ever liked me, even just a little?”
Cassius’s icy gaze fell on her face. “Since I married you, I will take care of you for life.”
Not willing to answer, which means he never liked her…
Anastasia let out a light laugh and turned away, hiding the tears on her face. Desperate, she said, “Let’s get a divorce.”
She had held on for three years, thinking that her genuine love would win his affection, but in the end, she was just fooling herself.
Now, it’s time to wake up.
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Cassius frowned, a look of impatience flashing in his eyes. “Anastasia, don’t be unreasonable!”
Anastasia didn’t expect that in his eyes, her actions were just being unreasonable.
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She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and looked at Cassius seriously. “I’m not being unreasonable. I’ll have the lawyer draft the divorce papers. I don’t want a penny of your assets!”
She brought nothing into the marriage, and now that she was leaving, she didn’t want him to think she was after his money.
As soon as she finished speaking, Cassius’s face turned extremely grim, his whole presence exuding a cold aura.
“Anastasia, I’m very busy and don’t have time to argue with you. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear any of this today. We’ll talk again when you calm down!”
With that. Cassius left without a trace of reluctance.
Every time they argued in the past, he would do the same, giving Anastasia the cold shoulder until she gave in.
Having decided to let go, Anastasia realized how lowly she had been, so low that he wouldn’t even bother to comfort her.
But not anymore.
The next morning, Anastasia went to a lawyer to draft the divorce papers.
While printing, the lawyer couldn’t help but advise her, “Mrs. Draven, the Draven Group is worth billions. You’ve been with Mr. Draven for three years and endured a hidden marriage. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to ask for a few billion.”
Anastasia gave a bitter smile, “No, I just want to divorce him as soon as possible.”
Seeing this, the lawyer didn’t press further and handed over the divorce papers to Anastasia before leaving.
Anastasia signed her name on the last page without any hesitation, took off her ring, placed it on top of the papers, and went upstairs to start packing.
In less than an hour, she was done. She didn’t have much stuff, and she wasn’t taking
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anything Cassius had bought her, so it all fit in one suitcase.
Taking one last look at the villa where she had lived for three years, Anastasia felt no attachment. No matter how hard she tried, things that didn’t belong to her would never be hers:
It took her three years to understand this.
Better late than never.
She turned and walked out of the villa. A red Lamborghini was already parked at the door.
Seeing her come out, the driver honked.
After placing her luggage in the trunk, Anastasia opened the passenger door and got in.
In the driver’s seat sat a curvy woman with fair skin. She wore large sunglasses that covered most of her face, making her features appear even more delicate and petite.
After Anastasia sat down, Alivia Landers raised an eyebrow and asked, “Really made up your mind, huh?”
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