Chapter 4

On the fourth day, Jaxon finally came home.

He handed me a prenuptial agreement.

"You've always wanted to get married, right? Sign this agreement and we'll go get our marriage license. You're pregnant now so it's not convenient to have a wedding, let's just get the license first and we'll figure out the rest later."

How could there be a 'later' for us?

I tore the harsh prenuptial agreement to shreds.

Calmly, I said, "No need to go through all this trouble. I have no intention of marrying you."

Jaxon was stunned, frowning as he was about to say something when Faye walked in.

"I'm exhausted from shopping all day. Vivienne, get me some water."

I ignored her.

Faye, annoyed, decided to do it herself.

As she turned around, I noticed she was using the ceramic mug I had hidden at the bottom of the cabinet.

This mug was a gift made by hand from children I had once rescued from a disaster. It held immense sentimental value for me.

I had always carefully preserved it, never daring to use it.

"That's mine! Who said you could touch my things?"

I rushed forward to take it back.

But Faye deliberately dropped the mug on the floor, then started yelling.

"Vivienne, what are you doing?"

She cradled her hand as she walked over to Jaxon, her eyes brimming with tears. "Jaxon, why does Vivienne hate me so much? My hand hurts so badly. How will I ever perform surgery again...?"

Upon hearing this, Jaxon's eyes widened in shock.

He carefully examined Faye's hand, then glared at me viciously.

"Vivienne! Do you have any idea how important a doctor's hands are? How could you do something so vicious?"

"I didn't even touch her. She was the one who took my things without permission."

"Enough! You eat my food and use my things. Everything in this house is mine. It's just a stupid cup. I'd gladly give her everything here if she wanted. You're just jealous that Faye is better than you, aren't you? I'm putting an end to this right now!"

With that, Jaxon grabbed my hand and plunged it into the pot of boiling water.

The pain in my hand made me scream in agony.

But he didn't care at all. He only looked at Faye's hand with concern in his eyes.

He blew gently on the barely visible red marks on her hand, then picked her up in his arms.

"It's okay, Faye. Don't be scared. I'll take you to the hospital. I won't let anything happen to you!"

The door slammed shut behind them.

I collapsed to the floor, my hand red and swollen from the burn, numb with pain. After shaking off the initial shock, I gingerly gathered up all the shattered porcelain pieces.

Looking at my mangled hands, a pitiful sight to behold.

Tears fell one by one onto the floor.

Ten years of love, ten years of devotion.

Even if love had faded, how could he be so ruthless?

Weeping, I placed the broken ceramic mug into my bag.

The next day, Faye sent me a message.

"Vivienne, thank you. Your little scene made Jaxon transfer all his assets to me. So what if you're Mrs. Gevano? You won't get the money or the love."

I didn't reply.

I printed out the property transfer agreement she sent, along with my miscarriage report, and left them in the living room.

Then I texted Jaxon to break up and took a cab to the airport.

On the way, both Mrs. Gevano and Jaxon messaged me.

Jaxon said: "I lost my temper yesterday, don't take it to heart. We don't have to sign the prenup. Just apologize to Faye, and I'll agree to marry you."

Mrs. Gevano said: "Did you and Jaxon have a fight? You're carrying the Gevano family's flesh and blood, you can't act recklessly. "Don't forget, with your background, being able to marry into our family is due to the good karma of your ancestors. You need to rein in that attitude of yours."

I smiled softly.

Mrs. Gevano had been guarding against me for a lifetime, terrified I might take even a penny from the Gevano family.

If they only knew that Jaxon had already transferred all his assets to Faye, I can't imagine how they'd react.

But none of that matters to me anymore.

I blocked all their numbers and walked into the airport without looking back.