Chapter 2

Olivia's POV

I tried several passwords on the safe, but none worked.

I took a long, deep breath, trying to calm down and think.

Earlier, Tyler Vance said that three months ago, Sean went abroad for Vivian Hayes's birthday, even walking away from contracts worth hundreds of millions.

I remembered that date.

I entered the date of that day.

Click. The safe popped open.

Inside lay a divorce agreement, already signed by me.

I stared at my signature for a long time, my fingers almost tearing the paper to shreds.

Driving home through several red lights earlier, there were moments I tried to convince myself this was just a nightmare, not reality.

Yet the document in black and white before my eyes proved it was real.

Sean's infidelity and cold calculations were all real.

I flipped through the agreement. Surprisingly, he hadn't tampered with the asset division.

Sean wouldn't dare swindle the Vance family when it came to property.

So, I took out my phone and dialed the Vance family's attorney.

"Mr. Davis, I want a divorce."

"The divorce agreement is already signed. I'm couriering it to you right now. I need the divorce finalized as quickly as possible."

Mr. Davis was silent for a moment and didn't ask unnecessary questions.

"Ms. Vance, I will handle it for you. We will complete the process within two weeks."

"Good. Thank you, I'll leave it in your hands."

Hanging up, I tracked down Sean's social media accounts.

I scrolled all the way to the bottom of his following list, looking for the earliest accounts he followed.

Soon, I spotted an account under the name Vivian Hayes.

The moment I clicked in, I knew it was her.

Every single post had likes and comments from Sean.

I often posted updates on my Moments too, but he never liked a single one.

When I brought it up once, he brushed it off, saying those things were just for show and completely pointless.

Vivian's account was dedicated entirely to chronicling her love life. Being gorgeous, she had amassed hundreds of thousands of followers.

The very first post was published ten years ago.

In the photo, Sean was still youthful, his features slightly softer than now, smiling warmly with his arm around Vivian.

Over the past decade, Vivian's updates had never stopped, becoming especially frequent in the last five years.

I scrolled down, post by post.

Over the past five years, nearly every single date Sean had been absent from my life found its answer right here with Vivian.

On his birthday last year, he told me he was negotiating business abroad. In reality, he accompanied Vivian on a vacation to Tahiti.

On Valentine's Day this year, he claimed a sudden crisis hit an overseas project. In truth, he went skiing in the Alps with Vivian.

Not only that.

When Vivian mentioned craving seafood, he flew over that very day, bringing fresh ingredients to cook for her himself.

In three years of marriage, Sean had never cooked a single meal at home. I always thought he didn't know how to cook.

He took Vivian to Disneyland and even wore a Mickey Mouse headband.

During our courtship, I had once mentioned wanting to go to Disneyland too.

Sean had dismissed it, saying it was childish nonsense for students, and that two mature adults didn't need such things to sustain their relationship.

He bought Vivian expensive fine jewelry, but also small gifts like foundation, lipstick, and perfume—all of which Vivian proudly displayed.

I turned my head toward my vanity table, looking at the row of unopened foundations, lipsticks, and perfumes.

They were identical to the ones Vivian posted.

In the past, I thought Sean always bought the wrong shades of makeup simply because men couldn't remember such details.

Only now did I realize he hadn't forgotten; he only remembered Vivian's shades.

What he gave me was merely the extra set he grabbed on a whim while shopping for Vivian.

Just like how he always sent Champagne roses.

I had told him countless times that I preferred peonies, yet next time, he would still send Champagne roses.

It turned out Vivian was the one who loved Champagne roses.

As I kept scrolling, my eyes welled up. Tears fell continuously, impossible to wipe away.

Before today, I believed Sean loved me and that I was happy.

Four years ago, our families set us up on a blind date.

I agreed to go only because I didn't want to let my family down.

The Vance family was an established, old-money dynasty in Los Angeles, and I had been doted on by my parents since childhood.

My parents never intended to trade my marriage for business leverage.

My marriage depended entirely on whether I liked the person.

It was Sean who took the initiative to pursue me after our first meeting.

The aristocratic, aloof Sean Foster known to the public would shield me on the inner side of the sidewalk during our walks and prepare honey water whenever I had cramps.

How could any woman resist a man like that?

Yet after going through Vivian's feed, I finally understood that every tender gesture that won me over had been a habit cultivated with Vivian.

His treatment of me was laughable compared to what he gave Vivian.

He wove a beautiful dream for me using lies and habits, and now, the dream was shattered.

I washed my face, wiping away the disheveled misery.

I looked up at myself in the mirror.

Over the past three years, I had curbed my temper to play the poised Mrs. Foster.

That didn't mean I was a pushover.

I had loving parents, an elder sister who protected me, and Vance Group standing behind me.

My parents built an empire from scratch through half a lifetime of hard work specifically so their two daughters would never have to endure humiliation.

Choosing to be Mrs. Foster was one thing; getting slapped without hitting back was another entirely.

He was just Sean Foster. Throw the garbage out and start anew.

I pulled a carry-on suitcase from the corner of the walk-in closet and began packing.

I only packed a few daily essentials, leaving everything else behind.

The Vance family lacked for nothing.

Besides, all those fine jewels, limited-edition handbags, and haute couture gowns were gifts from Sean.

Anything associated with Sean Foster, I never wanted to lay eyes on again.

My gaze slowly swept across the home.

This villa was bought for us by the Foster family, but designed entirely by my own hands.

Back then, full of sweet hopes for the future and deep love for Sean, I drew up the interior design plans.

This house held the piano I adored and the cigar lounge he favored; every single corner once matched my exact desires.

Now, everywhere I looked felt like an eyesore.

Before leaving, I would have to hire a demolition crew to smash this place to pieces.

With that thought, I dialed my sister's number.

Audrey Vance was the CEO of Vance Group, and she oversaw our joint projects with the Foster family.

"Olivia? Calling this late, what happened?"

Hearing Audrey's voice, the composure I had forced myself to hold all day suddenly fractured.

I sniffled.

"Audrey, Sean Foster is seeing someone else. I want a divorce, and I want to come home."

"What?!"

Audrey, always fierce and decisive, instantly exploded with rage.

"That bastard dared to cheat on you? Wait right there, I'm bringing people to the Foster estate right now!"

"Don't rush, Audrey. Doesn't our family still have joint projects with the Foster family? Cutting ties immediately would cause Vance Group massive losses. Audrey, find a way to wrap up the projects and pull us out over the next few days."

"Olivia, do you have a plan?"

"He doesn't know yet that I've uncovered his dirty secret. He's still preparing our third wedding anniversary. On that day, I plan to give him a grand surprise."

"What grand surprise are you giving?"

Sean Foster's voice sounded right behind me.