Chapter 1
Mr. Beckett owed the Nash family a life debt.
Mrs. Nash used that debt to make Mr. Beckett force Rowan Beckett to marry me.
But even after ten years of marriage, he still despised me.
He tried to rid himself of me by letting countless women into his life.
I became a laughingstock among our social set, and Rowan Beckett coldly remarked:
"What right do you have to feel wronged? You brought this upon yourself."
Everyone thought I'd cling to Rowan Beckett forever, and he thought so too.
Until the person I trusted most betrayed me.
My resolve wavered.
But when I handed over the divorce papers, I smiled with relief.
"Finally, I can end this farce of a marriage."
I stepped onto the yacht, the party already at its peak.
In the center of the crowd, Rowan Beckett lounged casually on the sofa, his posture relaxed and indifferent.
That familiar silhouette made my heart skip a beat.
She sat provocatively on Rowan Beckett's lap, her fingers gently tracing his neck.
Men and women raised their champagne glasses, chanting for a kiss.
Nora Nash's cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Rowan Beckett's eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the crowd.
With a slight smirk, he pointed at me and said, "Look over there, your best friend is watching us."
Everyone turned to look at me, and their voices fell silent, their eyes filled with amusement.
Someone shouted "sister-in-law," and others followed suit.
Nora Nash glanced at me but made no move to get off his lap.
I clenched my hands tightly, staring at her.
My heart bled.
I never imagined Nora Nash would betray me.
She was like family to me, someone I relied on and trusted!
I wanted to loudly ask her why, but I couldn't—not here.
Nora Nash giggled sweetly:
"Isn't this what you expected?"
"I betrayed her and chose you. Can you love me now?"
The crowd stirred again, eagerly anticipating the drama.
My marriage with Rowan Beckett was nothing but a facade.
He openly indulged in debauchery, changing women one after another.
But this time, the woman was my most trusted friend.
I ignored her and looked directly at Rowan Beckett.
Expressionless, I spoke calmly:
"The media is gathered at the dock, waiting for your yacht to return."
"Rowan Beckett, come with me."
He tilted his head, drawing out his response:
"Hmm..."
"No."
Nora Nash, seeing this, boldly nestled into his arms and gave me a provocative smile.
As we approached the dock, the photographers were already focused, their cameras flashing incessantly.
I curled my fingers, feeling a sting in my palm.
We still got photographed.
No doubt, the Beckett family won't let me off easily.
Suddenly, Rowan Beckett's mocking voice reached my ears.
"Mrs. Beckett, do you like this?"
"The old folks probably won't let you go, right?"
"Why don't you divorce me, and I'll help you?"
I bit my lip, struggling to speak, "Rowan Beckett, do you really want a divorce?"
For the first time in ten years, I relented.
Rowan Beckett's playful smile disappeared, his deep eyes filled with complexity.
Before he could react, I said directly, "Then let's divorce."
These words felt like they had been ten years in the making.
The moment I said it, I felt relieved.
What's not mine will never be mine.
The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart finally found an outlet, beginning to release bit by bit.
"Lydia, are you serious?"
Nora Nash's tone was filled with uncontrollable joy.
However, Rowan Beckett's grip on her waist tightened.
Nora Nash gasped in pain, "Ouch!"
Then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she pouted, "Rowan, you're hurting me."
Rowan Beckett ignored her and stared straight at me.
For the first time, he let go of Nora Nash and walked directly to my side.
"Let's go home, Mrs. Beckett."
I clearly saw the malicious smile in his eyes.
He did it on purpose.
He knew how important Nora Nash was to me.
And he knew that by letting the paparazzi take these photos and causing a scandal, I would be the one punished.
Rowan Beckett really went to great lengths to make me relent on divorce.