Chapter 3

I don't know how I made it back to the White estate.

Kieran dragged me back and threw me into the room like a piece of garbage.

Iris followed behind him, saying with false sympathy:

"Kieran, don't be angry. Miss Moore probably didn't mean it. She must have her reasons."

Kieran waved his hand irritably:

"Go back first. I need to handle something."

After Iris left, only suffocating silence remained in the room.

Kieran looked down at me curled up on the floor, his eyes devoid of warmth.

"Done with your act? Now we can talk about the divorce."

I slowly raised my head, my hollow gaze meeting his:

"I agree to divorce."

He seemed surprised by how readily I agreed. After a moment's pause, he sneered:

"Agree? Selena, you think divorce ends everything?"

"What you owe Iris, you can never repay in this lifetime!"

The next day, Iris came again.

She brought a document and threw it in front of me.

"Miss Moore, Kieran asked me to give you this."

"Haven't you always wanted to work? Kieran arranged it for you."

I opened it to find a janitor's contract. The workplace was White Corporation headquarters.

"Also," Iris took out an exquisite jewelry box from her bag.

"This is from Kieran. He said I'm more suited to be Mrs. White than you."

Inside the box was a necklace I once loved most.

Kieran said he'd give it to me on my birthday, but on that day, he went abroad with Iris instead.

Iris flaunted everything she'd received in front of me, then suddenly changed her tone.

She suddenly grabbed my hand and used the necklace to cut a bloody mark across my wrist.

Then she threw the necklace hard on the ground and fell down herself.

"Ah—" She started screaming.

Kieran happened to push the door open at that moment. What he saw was Iris on the ground, the necklace broken, and blood on my hands.

"Selena!" He roared, rushing over, shoving me aside and nervously helping Iris up.

"Iris, are you okay?"

"Kieran, I'm fine..." Iris cried pitifully.

"Miss Moore probably didn't mean it. She just... just saw the necklace you gave me and was upset..."

"I didn't... I didn't..." I tried to explain weakly.

But Kieran wouldn't listen.

"Vicious woman! If you can't have it, you'll destroy it? Iris came to see you out of kindness, and this is how you treat her?"

He grabbed my throat and pinned me against the wall.

"I must have been blind to think you were different from those social climbers!"

Suffocation set in. I looked at the towering hatred in his eyes, my heart dead as ash.

So even that tiny bit of trust he had in me had long since been worn away.

He released his grip. I slid to the floor, coughing violently. He coldly announced:

"Didn't you want to buy a burial plot for your mother?"

"I've changed my mind. Starting today, you'll work as a janitor in this villa. When I'm satisfied, then we'll talk about the burial plot."

He thought he could control me with the burial plot, not knowing...

I'd already lost my mother's ashes. What was the point of a burial plot?