Adriana Merritt had just returned from a trip out of town, and the moment she pushed open the door, her face changed instantly at the sight of women's clothes scattered messily all over the floor.

Her gaze finally landed on a black lace bra draped over the sofa—it was clearly not her size.

As she was still processing this, sounds started coming from the bedroom. The noises were so explicit that they made her face flush.

At that moment, the only thing Adriana wanted was to rush in and strangle the adulterous pair.

The man's voice sounded overwhelmingly familiar. It was her boyfriend of three years, Sebastian Lowe. They were engaged and about to be married.

As for the woman, Adriana mentally scanned through everyone she knew and still couldn’t figure out who it could be.

Thinking it over, Adriana realized she felt somewhat relieved—it's better to discover this now than after tying the knot and ending up with a divorce. Nonetheless, her stomach churned with disgust, as if she'd just swallowed a fly.

Of all places, why this one? Coming to her apartment in the middle of the day to indulge in their sordid thrill—apparently, life had been too smooth for them.

Scum! Trash of a man! A heartless bastard who takes no responsibility for relationships. Adriana felt a burning urge to storm in and slap him across the face.

Despite her boiling anger, Adriana managed to keep her cool. She understood well the disparity in physical strength between men and women—especially if she barged in recklessly now, a potentially furious Sebastian might even strike her.

And Adriana Merritt—who was still sitting on seven figures in her bank account—had no intention of losing her life over scum like him.

With a frosty smile curling her lips, she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. She opened the camera and began recording, tiptoeing forward quietly.

…………

Five minutes later, Adriana left, feeling thoroughly satisfied. But as she stared at the video stored on her phone, nausea gripped her so strongly she nearly threw up her dinner from the night before.

It was too much for her eyes to bear—absolutely unbearable!

How could something so tiny exist in this world? If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Adriana Merritt wouldn’t have believed it!

Ugh! She must've been utterly blind to have trusted this shameless man’s nonsense in the past.

She’d been wondering—how could a normal man date her for so long and behave so properly, barely even holding her hand? Turns out, he was just worried she’d discover the truth and leave him.

Back then, she thought he was reliable. But now? Hah! Adriana Merritt had just one word in her heart:

Leave!

Thank goodness she found out now. Had she really signed the papers and held the wedding banquet, what would that have been any different from living like a widow?

Adriana Merritt promptly shut the video off—out of sight, out of mind—and then grabbed her phone to call the police.

Her apartment complex was just across the street from the police station, so officers arrived ridiculously fast—less than ten minutes.

As soon as the patrol car stopped downstairs, all the neighborhood grandparents out for a walk crowded over, practically forming a bustling marketplace.

Sebastian Lowe and the woman he was caught with hadn’t even managed to put on their clothes properly before being led outside. Any of those sharp-eyed older folks instantly deduced what had happened.

The chatter was relentless, making Sebastian Lowe wish he could just crawl into a hole and disappear.

Adriana Merritt stayed downstairs, watching the commotion for quite some time. Finally, when the crowd dispersed, she headed back upstairs.

Pushing open the door, she was greeted by utter chaos in the apartment—a sight that immediately triggered a headache.

Her ex-fiancé? Truly a piece of work.

Adriana Merritt had no patience for all this scheming and drama. What happened today was just the appetizer; the real dish? That was still waiting for him down the line.

If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Who knows if **Sebastian Lowe** can handle the "special gift" she prepared for him.

**Adriana Merritt** picked up the phone he hadn't had time to take with him, pressed the power button, and entered the unlock code.

The password was her birthday.

For the past three years, **Adriana Merritt** had always trusted **Sebastian Lowe**; it never crossed her mind to go through his phone.

But now? What a joke.

What a load of garbage.

**Adriana Merritt** uploaded the edited video to **Sebastian Lowe's** phone and sent it out in bulk using his account.

As for the house where others had slept, **Adriana Merritt** listed it for sale online that very night.

With the 1.2 million from selling the house, along with the several million in her account, she went back to her hometown to live a peaceful life.

When **Sebastian Lowe** was released from prison and discovered all of this, he decided to confront **Adriana Merritt**. He even slipped a fruit knife into his pocket.

This time, he vowed to make **Adriana Merritt** pay the price.

However, when **Sebastian Lowe** rushed to **Adriana Merritt's** place, she had long vanished. Even after ransacking the entire Yushi, she was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, the **Adriana Merritt** he was desperately searching for was nestled in a quiet little county in her hometown, enjoying a life of sleeping, eating, and sleeping again.

Ever since she had kicked that scumbag out of her life, **Adriana Merritt** felt a newfound sense of comfort.

As the saying goes, "Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere." But even so, **Adriana Merritt** had no intentions of looking for another one.

All crows under heaven are equally black, and men are pretty much all the same. Now that Adriana Merritt had her own house, money, and her life was carefree and comfortable, why should she go looking for trouble?

Having barely eaten all day, Adriana Merritt felt her stomach growling. She threw on a jacket, grabbed her phone, and went downstairs to fill herself up with a big bowl of freshly hand-rolled tomato and egg noodles. After finishing the meal, she felt groggy. As soon as she got home and lay down, she quickly fell asleep.

But Adriana Merritt didn’t stay asleep for long—she was startled awake by a nightmare.

Since coming back to her hometown these past few days, Adriana repeatedly had the same dream.

In the dream, she saw her late grandparents. The elderly couple kept urging her over and over to get prepared, warning that otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to handle things in time when it mattered.

But the problem was—prepared for what? They hadn’t explained anything clearly! How was she supposed to know what to prepare for?

Could it be that the apocalypse was near? But if it really were the end of the world, any preparations she made would likely be futile. In the end, wouldn’t she just be doomed anyway?

If it came to that, she thought, she’d rather take matters into her own hands than be torn apart by zombies. At least she could leave with some dignity.

Besides, when she looked at how peaceful, harmonious, and thriving everything seemed around her, it didn’t feel like anything catastrophic was on the horizon.

If it wasn’t the apocalypse, what could her grandparents possibly mean?

Adriana had always trusted her instincts, and this time her gut was telling her this wasn’t trivial. If her grandparents kept appearing in her dreams, then it had to be something significant. Maybe something really big was about to happen.

She decided she needed to find time to visit their graves. Otherwise, the nagging sense of unease wouldn’t go away—she couldn’t eat properly, and her sleep was unrestful.