Chapter 3When the Heiress Reclaimed Her Crown

The divorce procedures were complicated.

As I browsed divorce information on the computer in the study, I accidentally discovered a private folder.

I tried Sophie's birthday as the password.

Photos flooded out of the folder like a deluge.

I knew the answer in my heart, but when I saw the proof with my own eyes, my heart ached so much I could barely breathe.

Every record in the folder featured Sophie.

When I was doubled over with menstrual cramps, they were chasing the sunset by the sea.

When I couldn't get a cab in the pouring rain, they were kissing under the stars.

When I was being bullied by a doctor at my first prenatal checkup, they were entangled intimately in a romantic hotel.

Liam expressed his love, saying he regretted not meeting her sooner.

I let out a bitter laugh, my heart aching all over.

The screensaver on the computer related to me seemed so pathetic compared to these thousands of photos featuring Sophie.

It turned out the happiness I thought I had was built on ruins of lies.

The sounds of a man and woman making love in the living room jolted me from my thoughts.

Their movements continued until midnight.

Torn clothes, lingerie, and mysterious stains on the carpet.

Liam and Sophie lay naked on our marriage bed, their bodies tightly joined.

I trembled with rage and disbelief.

In five years of marriage, Liam had used his supposed germophobia as an excuse. We'd been intimate only a handful of times.

Even when going through the motions of sex, he always frowned with disgust, and afterward would scrub himself raw in the bathroom, as if trying to remove a layer of skin.

I never imagined he would be so shameless with another woman.

I hugged the toilet and vomited until only acid remained in my stomach.

After some time passed, Sophie appeared wearing my silk nightgown, deliberately showing off the red marks on her chest.

"Sorry, Jenna, we made a mess of your room."

"But you can see it too, right? Liam can't bear to let me go. I'm the one he loves."

Seeing my silence, Sophie even provocatively held up the sachet in her hand.

"Your sachet is really useful. Liam got even more intense in bed when he smelled it!"

I recognized the familiar scent and trembled with rage.

The scars on my knees from kneeling to pray for blessings still remained, throbbing on rainy days.

Back then, I had reverently hung the sachet I obtained on Liam's body.

But it became a toy for him and Sophie's flirtation.

When I knelt in the scorching sun until darkness fell, my knees rubbed raw, my entire body peeling from sunburn, what was he doing?

Rolling around in bed with his little secretary, enjoying paradise.

But the next second, Sophie dropped to her knees in front of me with a thud and slapped herself hard.