Inside the bedroom.
"So hot...It's so hot..."
The moonlight was as tranquil as water, silently spilling over the bed where a woman's figure was vaguely discernible.
The woman's gaze was unfocused, her hands continuously clutching the sheets beneath her.
"Don't worry, my beauty, wait a moment, I'm coming..."
A man leant over her, his gross yellow-toothed mouth eagerly inching closer...
Suddenly, the door was violently kicked open with a loud 'bang'.
"Emma, you slut, I can't believe you'd cheat on me!"
In the doorway stood an irate man dressed in a crisp black suit. His features were icy and intimidating, yet did not conceal his nobility and dominance.
On hearing the violent kick of the door, the woman on the bed slightly turned her head.
"Mr. Smith, have mercy. It was her, she lured me here. She seduced and coerced me to...it's not my fault!"
The man was so frightened that he rolled off the bed, hastily clothed himself and darted out the door.
Finally clear of who the man at the door was, the woman on the bed opened her mouth to utter a moan, "Oliver…"
A waiter was walking by the door with a coffee tray. The man, whose face was grim to the extreme, snatched a coffee cup without thinking. He strode to the bedside and splashed the coffee onto Emma's face.
"Don't ever speak my name again! Emma, as of today, we are no longer husband and wife! The years I spent being married to you were the greatest shame of my life!"
Awoken by the burning heat of coffee on her face, Emma instantly regained consciousness. She took one look at herself and let out a shriek, hastily grabbing the bedsheet, and wrapping her body snugly. She then looked toward the man in front of her, whose gaze seemed like it was about to tear her apart.
"Oliver... what on earth... oh god, let me explain— I was... I think I've been played for a fool!"
Emma tried to get out of the bed as she spoke, but the oversized bedsheet tripped her up, causing her to tumble straight to the floor.
Looking at her disheveled form, Oliver's eyes were full of disgust and anger. He turned around and resolutely left the room.
Panic sent Emma scrambling for her clothes.
Being Smith Corp's annual celebration, she had made sure to dress up. Her goal was to win back her husband's heart persistently. She never expected to suddenly feel unwell, so her friend Amelia brought her here to rest.
But how did everything end up this way?
Emma hasty chased after him, but was held back by the bodyguard.
"Miss Emma, Mr. Smith said he'll get the divorce agreement to you as soon as possible. From tonight onwards, you are never allowed to step foot in the mansion."
It felt like a punch to Emma's stomach.
Divorce Agreement...
She knew Oliver never truly loved her, with today's incident, he would just hate her more. But she never thought that he would divorce her without even hearing her out!
"Oliver..."
Emma wanted to call after the man who was swiftly marching away, when a stunning figure stepped into her path.
"Emma, what happened? Why is Oliver so angry?"
Amelia suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Emma.
Panicked and heartbroken, Emma said, "Amelia, Oliver says he wants to divorce me, he misunderstands me, please move, I need to find him and explain!"
A bright smile flash in Amelia’s eyes, she then grabbed Emma who was about to run out, "Emma don’t worry, I know where brother Oliver is going, follow me."
Emma, tears streaming down her face, let Amelia lead her to the car.
Soon, the car stopped at the top of Mount Logan. It was the highest point in Canada, with a panoramic view of the entire city.
"Amelia, where is Oliver? Where is he?" Embracing her body tightly, Emma asked. The chilly night wind made her shiver.
Amelia remained silent. A weird glint was in her eyes when she looked at Emma.
Emma unconsciously took two steps back, "Amelia, I was framed tonight, I didn’t get involved with that man…”
"I know.” Amelia quickly interrupted Emma's words.
"You...", Emma frowned slightly, unsure if it was her illusion, but the woman in front of her seemed different from usual.
An item wrapped in white paper was thrown at Emma's feet, "Thanks to this small packet tonight, Brother Oliver has grown tired of you once and for all. I’ve always known you to be a fool, Emma, but I didn't realize how much. You would even drink the beverage handed over by any stranger."
With the biting night wind blowing, Amelia's expression was veiled with a trace of gloom and Schadenfreude.
"Amelia..." Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even if she were foolish, she would not misunderstand Amelia's implications.
Abruptly, she picked up the pack of drugs on the ground, and the scene of Amelia handing her the drink at the banquet tonight flashed through her mind... She trembled in anger, "Amelia, why would you do this?"
"Why?" Amelia sneered, "Then why did you steal the marriage that should have been mine?"
Emma looked at Amelia, who was approaching step by step, and tightly clenched her fists, "....you said you didn't mind."
"You're too naive!" Amelia sneered, "You have no idea how much I love Oliver. I grew up with him. How can the affection of more than 20 years be forgotten just because an outsider like you said so!"
"I thought we were friends..."
"Friends? And you think my relationship with Oliver has been distanced over the years because of what?" Amelia had a ferocious look on her face.
"It's you!" Emma grabbed Amelia's shoulder and shouted, her eyes glowing red, "Is it you, Amelia? Are you the one causing all the trouble behind the scenes?"
"Behind the scenes?" Amelia mocked, shaking off Emma's grip, "No, these are all calculated plans in the open."
Under Emma's shocked gaze, Amelia slowly began, "Or else, how do you think you ended up in Gideon's room all those years ago, having a relationship with him? Do you think I mentioned every little detail about Brother Oliver's likes and dislikes to you? Do you really think it was your carelessness that caused his mother to be food poisoned last month?"
"So it's all you." Emma stepped back.
Last month, when Oliver's mother was food-poisoned, it was traced back to something she cooked. She couldn't defend herself at the time, but she never once drugged her food. The only one who had the chance to meddle was Amelia, who helped midway.
"You're terrifying, I'm going to tell Oliver!"
"Ha!" Amelia laughed crazily, "Emma, do you think anyone in the Smith family would believe you now? Or..."
Amelia's eyes turned eerie and insane. "Do you even have that chance anymore?"
"What are you up to.... ah!"
Before Emma could finish speaking, her body was fiercely pushed backwards by the woman before her.
Behind her was a precipice.
With a look of despair, Emma let out a scream the next second and tumbled down.
Looking at the woman rolling into the darkness, Amelia laughed wildly in satisfaction. "Rest in peace, Emma. I'll be the only wife of Oliver Smith," she boasted.