Isabella discovered that her husband, Damien Hawke, was having an affair.

He was having an affair with a female college student.

Today is Damien's birthday, and Isabella prepared a table full of dishes early in the morning. At this moment, a "ding" sound came as Damien's phone, which he left at home, rang. Isabella saw a text message from the female college student.

[I bumped into something while carrying the cake, it hurts so much, owieee~]

Attached below was a selfie.

The photo didn't show her face, only her legs.

In the photo, the girl was wearing pulled-up white socks and black round-toe leather shoes. The blue and white skirt of the female college student was pushed up, revealing a pair of tight, slender, and aesthetically pleasing jade legs.

That fair knee was indeed bruised red. The young and vibrant girl's body, combined with the coquettish text, exuded a forbidden temptation.

It is said that successful company executives love this type the most when choosing a mistress.

Isabella clenched her phone tightly, so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

Ding.

The female college student sent another text message.

[Mr. Hawke, see you at Skygarden Hotel. I'm celebrating your birthday tonight~]

Today is Damien's birthday, and his mistress is going to celebrate his birthday.

Isabella grabbed her bag and headed straight to Skygarden Hotel.

She wanted to see it with her own eyes.

She wanted to see who this female college student was!

…………

Isabella arrived at Skygarden Hotel and wanted to go inside.

But then she saw her parents, Ethan and Mia. She stepped forward in surprise, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing here?"

Ethan and Mia were stunned. They exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering, and said, "Bella, your sister is back in the country. We're dropping her off here."

Grace?

Isabella saw Grace inside through the shiny floor-to-ceiling window, and she froze instantly.

Grace inside was wearing that blue and white college student skirt, exactly the same as in the photo.

So, this female college student was her sister Grace.

Grace was born a beauty, known as the Red Rose of Silverlake. The key was that she also had the most beautiful pair of jade legs in all of Silverlake, and countless men fell at her feet.

Now, her good sister was using these jade legs to seduce her brother-in-law.

Isabella found it ridiculous. She turned her head and looked at Ethan and Mia, "It seems I'm the last one to know."

Ethan said awkwardly, "Bella, Mr. Hawke doesn't like you at all."

Mia, "That's right, Bella, do you know how many women in all of Silverlake are eyeing Mr. Hawke? Rather than let another woman get him, it's better to let your sister have him."

Isabella clenched her fists, "Mom and Dad, I'm also your daughter!"

Isabella turned and left.

Mia suddenly said from behind, "Isabella, let me ask you, has Mr. Hawke touched you?"

Isabella stopped in her tracks.

Ethan's tone became sharp, "Isabella, don't think we owe you anything. Back then, Mr. Hawke and Gracie were a recognized golden couple in the industry, but Mr. Hawke had an accident and became a vegetable. That's why we had you marry him in her place."

Mia looked Isabella up and down with disdain, "Isabella, look at yourself. In these three years of marriage, you've been nothing but a housewife revolving around your husband, while Gracie is already the principal dancer of the ballet. Swan and ugly duckling, what do you have to compare with Gracie? Hurry up and give Mr. Hawke back to Gracie!"

These words pierced Isabella's heart like knives, and she left with red eyes.

…………

Isabella returned to the villa. It was already dark. She had given Martha a day off, and she was the only one at home. No one turned on the lights, and it was dark and deserted.

Isabella sat alone at the dining table in the dark.

The table full of food had gone cold, and there was also the cake she made herself, with the words "Husband, Happy Birthday" written on it.

Isabella found it glaring. These, like her, were all like a joke.

Damien and Grace were a recognized golden couple in the industry. Everyone knew that the Red Rose, Grace, was Damien's darling, but a sudden car accident three years ago turned Damien into a vegetable, and Grace disappeared.

At that time, the Davis family brought her back from the countryside and forced her to marry the vegetable, Damien, in her place.

Knowing that it was Damien, the Damien she had always loved, she willingly married him.

After the marriage, Damien was a vegetable for three years. During these three years, she took care of him tirelessly, didn't go out, didn't socialize, and wholeheartedly treated him, living as a housewife revolving around him, and finally woke him up.

Isabella took out a lighter and lit the candles.

The faint light projected out, and Isabella saw herself, the housewife, in the mirror in front of her, always in a dull black and white dress, rigid and uninteresting.

And Grace, who was already the principal dancer of the ballet, was so youthful, vibrant, and beautiful.

She was the ugly duckling.

Grace was the swan.

The awakened Damien once again walked with the swan, abandoning her, the ugly duckling.

Ha, these three years were nothing but a self-inflicted moving story.

Damien didn't love her, but she loved Damien.

It is said that the one who falls in love first between two people is destined to be the loser. Today, Damien made her lose completely.

Isabella's eyes were moist, and she blew out the candles.

The entire villa fell into boundless darkness again.

Just then, two bright headlights suddenly shone in, and Damien's Rolls-Royce Phantom sped over and stopped on the lawn.

Isabella's eyelashes fluttered. He actually came back.

She thought he wouldn't come home tonight.

Soon the villa door was opened, and a handsome and noble figure, wrapped in the cold night dew from outside, rushed into view. Damien was home.

The Hawke family has always been an aristocratic family in Silverlake. As the heir of the Hawke family, Damien had an amazing talent for business since he was a child. He obtained a double master's degree from Harvard at the age of 16, and later launched his first company on Wall Street, making a big splash. Later, he officially took over the Hawke Group and sat on the number one chair of the richest man in Silverlake.

Damien strode in, his deep and magnetic voice with a hint of alienation, "Why aren't the lights on?"

Snap.

He reached out and turned on the wall lamp.

The bright light stung Isabella's eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she looked at Damien.

Damien was wearing a handmade custom black suit, handsome and outstanding. The perfect head-to-body ratio, coupled with his innate cold and noble aura, made him the subject of countless socialite's wet dreams at night.

Isabella looked at him, "Today is your birthday."

There was no emotional wave on Damien's handsome face, he just lazily raised his handsome eyes and glanced at the dining table, "Don't waste time next time, I don't celebrate these."

Isabella curled her red lips and asked back, "Is it that you don't celebrate these, or that you don't want to celebrate with me?"

Damien looked at her, but his eyes were very faint, as if he didn't want to waste time on her, "Think what you want."

After speaking, he started to go upstairs.

He had always been like this to her.

She couldn't warm his heart no matter what she did.

Isabella stood up, looked at his handsome and indifferent back, and said, "Today is your birthday, I want to give you a birthday present."

Damien didn't stop and didn't turn back, "No need."

Isabella smiled, she slowly hooked her red lips, "Damien, let's get a divorce."

Damien had already stepped onto the stairs with one foot, and suddenly stopped. He turned around, and a pair of deep black eyes fell tightly on her.

Isabella was also looking at him, repeating in a soft but firm tone, "Let's get divorced, Damien Hawke. Do you like this birthday gift?"

Damien Hawke's handsome eyebrows didn't move. "You're asking for a divorce just because I didn't spend your birthday with you?"

Isabella, "Grace is back, isn't she?"

Mentioning Grace, Damien Hawke curled his thin lips, letting out a light sneer.

He took long strides, closing in on her step by step. "You're bothered by Grace?"

As the youngest business war god, Damien Hawke possessed a powerful aura formed by authority, status, money, and position. As he approached, Isabella instinctively took a step back.

A chill ran down her slender back as she bumped against the wall.

Then, her vision darkened as Damien Hawke leaned in, bracing one hand against the wall beside her, trapping her between his muscular chest and the wall.

Damien Hawke lowered his handsome eyelids to look at her, a mocking curve on his lips. "Everyone in Silverlake knows I'm going to marry Grace. Didn't you know that when you went to great lengths to marry me as Mrs. Hawke? You weren't bothered then, so what are you being so sentimental about now?"

Isabella's face paled.

Yes, he was going to marry Grace.

If he hadn't become a vegetable, how could she have had the chance to marry him?

She would never forget the day he woke up, the undisguised disappointment and indifference in his eyes when he saw her.

After that, they always slept in separate rooms, and he never touched her.

He loved Grace.

She knew all this, but…

Isabella looked deeply at Damien Hawke's handsome face, his face gradually overlapping with the image of the innocent boy from her childhood. Damien Hawke, don't you really remember me?

It turned out that only she remained in the same place.

Enough.

Let these three years be considered fulfilling her love.

Isabella suppressed the bitterness and pain in her heart. "Damien Hawke, let's end this sexless marriage."

Damien Hawke suddenly raised his eyebrows, his magnetic voice uttering two words, "Sexless?"

He raised his hand and pinched her delicate chin, his thumb landing on her crimson lips, pressing down in an ambiguous way. "So, this is why you're asking for a divorce? What, you want it?"

Isabella's pretty little face flushed instantly, like a ripe berry, red and luscious.

That's not what she meant!

Now, his thumb, bearing faint fingerprints, was on her red lips, maliciously grinding and pressing. She hadn't expected such a handsome and distinguished man to have such a mature and flippant side.

He was actually toying with her lips.

It was the first time Damien Hawke had looked at Isabella so closely. She wore black and white clothes year-round, and her face was hidden behind a pair of large, black-rimmed glasses, making her look like an old woman.

But upon closer inspection, Damien Hawke found that her small face was barely the size of his palm, and her features, hidden by the black-rimmed glasses, were indescribably delicate and refined, paired with a pair of clear, black-and-white deer-like eyes, revealing an astonishing beauty.

Her lips were very soft.

The area where his finger pressed lost its crimson color, but instantly bounced back, plump and tender.

Making one want to kiss her.

Damien Hawke's eyes darkened slightly. "I didn't expect Mrs. Hawke to have such strong desires. Do you want a man that much?"

*Slap!*

Isabella raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The slap turned Damien Hawke's handsome face to the side.

Isabella's fingertips trembled with anger. As expected, if you love too humbly, your sincerity will be trampled on. He actually humiliated her like this.

Isabella said in shame and anger, "I know you've always been thinking about Grace, so now I'll fulfill your wish and return the position of Mrs. Hawke to her!"

Damien Hawke's handsome face instantly turned cold, covered with a layer of frost. As noble as he was, he had never been slapped across the face! Never!

Damien Hawke looked at her with cold, sharp eyes. "Isabella, you married me when you wanted to marry me, and you want to divorce me when you want to divorce me. What do you take me for, Damien Hawke?"

Isabella laughed. "A toy."

What?

Damien Hawke was stunned.

Isabella endured the pain in her heart and said against her will, "You are just a toy that I snatched from Grace's hands. Now I'm tired of playing with it and want to throw it away."

Damien Hawke's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. "Good, Isabella, you're really something. Let's get divorced, then. You better not come crying to me begging for a reconciliation!"

Damien Hawke went upstairs and entered the study, slamming the door so hard it was deafening.

Isabella seemed to have lost all her strength, and her slender body slowly slid down along the wall.

She squatted on the carpet, hugging herself with both arms. Damien Hawke, I won't love you anymore.

…………

The next morning.

Martha opened the door to the study and walked in.

Damien Hawke was sitting in his office chair, reviewing documents. He was known as a workaholic.

Martha called out, "Sir."

Damien Hawke didn't even lift his eyelids, it was obvious that he was in a bad mood, and the temperature around him had frozen over.

Martha cautiously placed the coffee beside his hand. "Sir, this is the coffee that Madam made for you."

Damien Hawke's hand holding the pen paused, and the coldness on his face eased slightly.

Was she trying to make peace?

Objectively speaking, Isabella was a good wife. She would cook according to his preferences, hand-wash his clothes, and take care of all his daily needs.

Damien Hawke picked up the coffee and took a sip.

It was the coffee she made, and it was the taste he liked.

However, he was still angry.

She slapped him last night, and he would hold that grudge for a long time.

It couldn't be appeased with just a cup of coffee.

Damien Hawke asked, "Did Madam admit her mistake?"

Martha gave Damien Hawke a strange look. "...Sir, Madam is gone."

Damien Hawke was stunned and looked up at Martha.

Martha took out something. "Sir, Madam left with a suitcase, and she asked me to give this to you before she left."

Damien Hawke took the paper and opened it. The five words "Divorce Agreement" burst into his view.

Damien Hawke was speechless. He thought she was trying to make peace!

Martha, "Sir, Madam told you to finish this cup of coffee and quickly sign the divorce papers."

Damien Hawke glared at the cup of coffee. "Pour it out! Pour it all out!"

Martha: Sir, you liked this cup of coffee just now, why don't you like it now?

Martha didn't dare to say another word and quickly disappeared with the coffee.

Damien Hawke's handsome face was covered with dark clouds. He quickly glanced at the divorce agreement. She didn't want a penny and left with nothing.

Damien Hawke sneered. She really had some backbone, not wanting a penny from him. How would a girl from the countryside afford to live?

She went to great lengths to marry him three years ago just for money, wasn't she?

At this moment, Damien Hawke narrowed his eyes because he saw the reason for the divorce.

Isabella's handwritten reason for the divorce: Because the man has physical problems, has sexual dysfunction, and cannot fulfill his marital obligations.

Damien Hawke, "..."

His handsome face turned completely black.

That damn woman!

Damien Hawke took out his phone and dialed Isabella's number directly.

The call was quickly connected, and Isabella's clear voice came through. "Hello."

Damien Hawke pursed his thin lips into a grim line, "Isabella, you get back here right now!"

Isabella laughed. "You tell me to come back, and I'll come back? We're divorced, who's going to indulge you anymore!"

Damien Hawke gritted his teeth, "The reason for the divorce is wrong here. I'll give you one chance, rewrite it!"

Isabella's smile deepened. "Am I wrong? Damien Hawke, you've been awake for half a year, but in these six months, you haven't even held my hand. You were in a vegetative state for three years, and although your physical mechanisms are healthy now, I reasonably suspect that there's a problem with your male function. You're useless! Go see a doctor quickly. My best divorce blessing for you is that you regain your masculine vigor soon!"

Damien Hawke, "..."

The veins on his forehead were already throbbing.

This woman has really rebelled!

"Isabella, sooner or later I will let you know how powerful I am!"

"Sorry, you don't have that chance!"

"Isabella!"

With two "beep beep" sounds, the phone was hung up.

Damien Hawke, in a fit of rage, didn't even have time to explode before he heard the busy signal. He, "..."

Isabella!!!

...

Isabella had already arrived at her best friend Rachel's apartment. When Isabella hung up the phone, Rachel "pfft" laughed and quickly gave her a thumbs up, "Bella, well said! Mr. Hawke must be spitting blood right now."

Isabella felt that she used to love too humbly, so he was so high and mighty.

Love yourself first.

Especially women, must love themselves first.

Rachel, "Three years ago, when this Grace found out that Mr. Hawke had a car accident and was in a vegetative state, she ran away immediately. I didn't expect Mr. Hawke to be really hungry, and he came looking for her again after waking up. It's good to leave this kind of man!"

Isabella unwrapped a milk candy and put it in her mouth. The sweet taste seemed to cover the bitterness in her heart. "Rach, this is the difference between being loved and not being loved, right?"

Those who are loved are fearless.

Those who are not loved are apprehensive.

Rachel glanced at Isabella, who had already eaten a pile of milk candies.

Rachel pulled Isabella up. "Bella, cheer up! When you give up a tree, you'll find you have a forest. Tonight, I'll order eight male models for you to have a single's party!"

Isabella smiled, covering her forehead.

At this moment, Rachel reached out and took off Isabella's black-framed glasses and threw them directly into the trash can.

Isabella wanted to pick them up. "My glasses."

Rachel stopped her. "Bella, you've done too much academic research, so you like to wear these glasses. You should learn from Grace and dress yourself up beautifully."

Isabella remembered her parents saying that she was an ugly duckling and Grace was a white swan.

Probably not only her parents thought so, but in Damien Hawke's eyes, she was also an ugly duckling.

Rachel pulled Isabella out the door. "Let's go, I'll take you shopping, a one-stop shop for hair, nails, and clothes. I want Damien Hawke and them to open their eyes and see how beautiful you are!"

As she said that, Rachel suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Bella, are you really not taking Mr. Hawke's money for the divorce?"

Isabella, "I have my own money."

"Then Mr. Hawke's money will be left for Grace to spend? Grace says thank you."

"..."

"Where's the card Mr. Hawke gave you?"

Damien Hawke was always generous and had given Isabella a gold-plated black card, but Isabella hadn't used it.

Isabella found the gold-plated black card from her bag. She blinked playfully. "Then I'll spend today, and Mr. Hawke will pay."

...

Evening, 1996 Bar.

The 1996 Bar has always been Silverlake's den of gold, where various young masters and rich second generations spend thousands of dollars. Tonight, the DJ is playing non-stop, and demons are dancing wildly.

In a dimly lit luxury booth, Damien Hawke sat in the main seat on the sofa. Tonight, he was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, with the shirt sleeves rolled up twice, revealing his muscular forearms and a steel watch worth tens of millions on his wrist. His handsome and noble appearance was like a magnet, attracting women in the bar to look back frequently.

Beside Damien Hawke was his good brother Lucas Stone, the young master of the Stone family, and several other rich second generations accompanying him.

Lucas Stone laughed heartily, "Second Brother, what did you say? Isabella wants to divorce you?"

Several rich second generations also laughed, "Who doesn't know that Isabella loves Mr. Hawke to the bone? She rushed to marry him even when Mr. Hawke was in a vegetative state. How could she be willing to divorce now?"

"Let's make a bet to see how many days Isabella can hold out before coming to find Mr. Hawke."

Lucas Stone, "I bet Isabella can't even hold out today. She'll send a message to my Second Brother later, haha."

Damien Hawke's handsome facial lines were gloomy and sharp, obviously in a bad mood.

He took out his phone and opened the WhatsApp chat box with Isabella.

The last conversation was still last night, Isabella took a picture of a bowl of bone broth, with the text, "Husband, although your bone density is normal, you still have to drink more bone broth. Remember to come home early."

Scrolling up, all the messages were sent by Isabella, she sent them every day.

He never replied.

Not even once.

Today was very quiet, she didn't send him a WhatsApp message.

Damien Hawke felt a sense of frustration in his heart.

Ding.

At this time, a text message came in.

Lucas Stone immediately said, "What did I say? Isabella sent a message to my Second Brother!"

Ding ding ding.

Several text messages came in in a row.

The rich second generations around him burst into laughter, "We knew Isabella couldn't hold back, we didn't expect her to be so unable to hold back."

Lucas Stone urged, "Second Brother, quickly see what Isabella sent you, she must be crying and begging to get back together."

Damien Hawke's handsome eyebrows twitched, did she send him a message?

If only she knew this today, why did she do it in the first place!

Wasn't she very backbone this morning?

Damien Hawke clicked on the text message and was quickly stunned.

Lucas Stone read it out, "Dear VVIP user, your card ending in 0975 spent $300 at the Colorful Nail Salon."

Everyone looked puzzled.

Damien Hawke scrolled up, spending $800 at the Blondy Hair Salon.

Spending at Chanel.

Spending at LV.

...

There was no begging to get back together, only SMS spending notifications.

Everyone, "..."

Isabella seemed to have slapped them in the face from afar, which was very embarrassing.

Damien Hawke slammed his phone on the coffee table with a livid face. He didn't care how much money Isabella spent, but she went shopping right after the divorce. This woman was really good, very good!

The woman who had been submissive and clinging to him for the past three years seemed to have suddenly grown fangs.

Lucas Stone, "Second Brother, what is this Isabella doing? She actually went to get her nails done, get her hair done, and buy clothes. She shouldn't be learning how to dress like Sister-in-law Gracie, right?"

"Grace is the red rose of our Silverlake, Isabella is a bumpkin from the countryside, no matter how much she learns, she is just imitating her."

"A white swan is a white swan, an ugly duckling is an ugly duckling, an ugly duckling can never become a white swan."

Everyone was laughing at Isabella.

At this moment, there was a lot of commotion in the bar, and everyone's eyes were focused on one place. Someone exclaimed, "Look, a goddess!"