Chapter 4

I rushed to the accident scene like a madwoman.

The area had already been cordoned off. The flashing police lights hurt my eyes.

Tristan's car was parked nearby, completely intact.

Amid the deafening roar of helicopter rotors, several medical staff carefully carried a stretcher down from the mountain.

I rushed over, only to see a trembling pet dog.

Tristan stood nearby looking anxious.

Vivian was crying her eyes out in his arms.

"Tristan, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have taken Coco out for a walk."

"It's okay. I've already had the best veterinarian waiting at the hospital. Coco will be fine."

So the so-called serious accident was just Vivian's dog rolling down a hillside.

And Tristan had deployed his private helicopter to rescue a dog.

Rain poured down. I stood there soaking wet.

I took out my phone and called him.

The phone rang for a long time before being ruthlessly disconnected.

Unwilling to give up, I called again.

This time the call was answered, but it was Vivian's voice.

"Seraphina, looking for Tristan? He's busy right now."

In the background, I could faintly hear Tristan's impatient voice.

"Ignore that crazy woman. Such a buzzkill."

Those words stabbed into my heart like a knife.

Soon Tristan grabbed the phone and yelled at me.

"Seraphina! I told you to stay home! What are you doing running around outside like a lunatic!"

"Get your ass back home right now! Stop embarrassing me out here!"

I said nothing, just looked up at the sky.

Brilliant fireworks suddenly exploded overhead, one after another.

Those were supposed to be my birthday gift.

Now they illuminated Tristan's figure in the distance, holding Vivian tightly to comfort her.

The last trace of love in my heart burned out with those fireworks and turned to ash.

The clock struck midnight.

I called my lawyer.

"We can proceed."

I opened the message I'd prepared long ago, attached the scan of the breach clause from the prenuptial agreement, and hit send.

"I, Seraphina Sterling, hereby formally announce the dissolution of my engagement to Mr. Tristan Foster."

In an instant, Tristan's phone exploded with calls.

But he was busy cutting cake with Vivian and her dog, celebrating their narrow escape. He ignored every single one.

I sent one final message to the entire Foster family.

"Everyone, the wedding is officially canceled. According to the prenuptial agreement, the Foster family must return Sterling Group's one billion dollar investment within three days, plus three years of interest, totaling 1.3 billion."

Tristan finally saw it.

He smirked and replied.

"Seraphina, stop playing these childish games."

The next second, a notification from the bank popped up.

"Dear Mr. Tristan Foster, due to legal proceedings, your bank account has been frozen."