Chapter 1 Gavyn, Let's Get A Divorce

• "Bitch, if you dare to make a sound, you will die, don't let me hear your disgusting voice"
• The man roughly tore off the woman's skirt and turned the woman over,
• "Didn't you try everything to get me? Bitch, I'll make it right for you"
• "No, please." The woman wanted to look up and turn to look at him, but he pressed her hard on the pillow.
• The man's hand strangled the woman's neck hard, burying the woman's face on the pillow, and the other hand roughly separated the woman's legs.
• Hearing the sound of the belt being undone, the woman's resistance became smaller and smaller. It has been like this for so many years. Without any foreplay, without any emotion, the man roughly stuffed his penis into her dry vagina.
• Aylin cowered beneath the dimly lit room, her face hidden beneath the quilt. The pain throbbed through her body, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to let a sound escape. The tension in her neck made her skin flush with a rosy hue.
• The man was in and out of her body violently, without love, as if it was just punishment for her, "Bitch, don't dream of getting everything that doesn't belong to you, you good of nothing."
• He pulled the woman's hair, the woman's head was forced to lift up, following the man's rhythm, the woman's face showed a painful expression, but more numbness.
• The scene in front of the woman kept shaking, and finally became blurred. Along with the pain all over her body, the man was finally released.
• "Put on your clothes and get out"
• Aylin felt a sudden force pushing her away. She stumbled, disoriented, trying to regain her balance.
• After three long years of marriage, Aylin had grown accustomed to her husband's cold treatment. It pained her, but she had no choice. She loved him deeply, and she believed things would eventually change.
• Ignoring the excruciating pain coursing through her body, Aylin mustered a faint smile. She slipped into a thin shirt and carefully carried a cake into the room.
• "Gavyn, it's your birthday today. Grandpa wanted to make sure you had a bite of this cake," she said softly, her voice tinged with warmth.
• The sound of metal meeting porcelain echoed in the room.
• Clank.
• Gavyn fastened his belt and only glanced at Aylin after a long pause.
• "Aylin, do you honestly believe I would listen to you just because you saved Grandpa?" His demeanor under the light was icy, his tailored suit accentuating his tall and commanding presence. The indifference in his voice revealed his impatience, and his piercing gaze sent a chill down Aylin's spine.
• In stark contrast, Aylin was clad in a worn house dress that had turned whitish from numerous washes, making her appear like an unattractive figure.
• "It's not...," she stammered, feeling lost in the face of his anger. "I just wanted to express that we've been married for three years, yet you've never spent a birthday at home..."
• Her voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke.
• They had been married for three years, yet aside from fulfilling his physical desires or visiting his grandfather's old house, he never bothered to come home to her. She was left alone in their empty villa, feeling like a wandering ghost with no companionship.
• "No!" His voice was utterly cold as he viciously smashed the cake onto the floor.
• "Aylin, do you honestly believe you're Cinderella? Let me make this clear. I only married you to appease Grandpa. If someone else had come to his rescue, I would have married her too!"
• He sneered at the thought. "You come from the slums, and now you have wealth and status beyond compare. Do you really think I'm oblivious to your schemes?"
• Gavyn's face displayed ruthless mockery as he continued to taunt her.
• Aylin's expression froze, caught off guard by his words. Before she could retort, he delivered another blow that left her in shock.
• "Laila is back. I'm going to pick her up. She doesn't like you. Don't let her see you from now on."
• In that exact moment, the pain in her heart outweighed any physical discomfort she felt.
• Gavyn's deep, sensual voice pierced her heart like a sharp blade, causing her face to pale and her trembling lips to quiver.
• Laila Marsh...
• The name had been Aylin's nightmare for the past three years.
• For three long years, Aylin had endured hearing Laila's tearful sobs through the phone, along with Gavyn's repeated promises to marry her without fail.
• She had never witnessed Gavyn treat anyone with such tenderness.
• Gavyn glanced at Aylin, ready to leave.
• Just as he was about to step out of the room, Aylin snapped back to reality and hurriedly chased after him.
• "Gavyn, please don't go."
• She caught up to him, desperately grabbing hold of his sleeve, her voice filled with heartbreak and desperation. "Let me celebrate your birthday for once, please? Gavyn, I'm your legal wife. Why are you treating me like this?"
• Unbeknownst to Aylin, her words seemed to displease Gavyn, causing his anger to flare up.
• He reached out and firmly grasped her chin, his eyes piercingly cold, colder than ice picks.
• "I have never acknowledged you as my wife!"
• In Gavyn's eyes, Aylin was merely a girl from the slums. It was a twist of fate that she had saved Steve Delacruz, Gavyn's grandfather, and impressed him enough to make him insist on her becoming his granddaughter-in-law. Aylin became Gavyn's wife without his consent. To Gavyn, a woman with such scheming intentions was unworthy of being his wife.
• In Aylin's humble eyes, Gavyn impatiently raised his hand, shattering her last glimmer of hope. Desperately, she clung to the corner of his coat. Caught off guard, she was flung away, losing her balance and crashing into the edge of the table!
• A loud bang echoed through the room,
• "Hey" The man saw the woman lying motionless on the ground and kicked the woman with his foot, seeing that she still didn't react, he said mockingly, "Don't think I don't know that this is another trick you're playing, and since you like it so much, go ahead and play it yourself"
• With that, the man was about to leave.
• Accompanied by a sharp pain. Aylin felt warmth trickling from the back of her head. As she glimpsed the red stain, it was as if a switch had been flipped in her brain. Familiar yet elusive fragments of memory flooded in, filling the gaps in her blank recollection.
• "Ah!" She covered her head in pain, feeling nothing but a splitting headache.
• She thought something.
• Every detail came rushing back to her.
• She was the cherished daughter of the Koch family, accustomed to a life of luxury and pampering since childhood!
• What had she been doing?
• After losing her memory, she, the darling of the Koch family, had married a man who loved someone else and lived a humble existence?
• The dim light masked the flicker of astonishment in Gavyn's eyes.
• Pale and slumped on the ground, her head stained with crimson blood, she realized the truth.
• Gavyn instinctively wanted to bend down and help her up, but in the end, he refrained from doing so.
• He acknowledged that Aylin had been gentle and obedient for the past three years. She had been as meek as a maid and had never caused him any trouble. She was the epitome of a perfect wife.
• But so what?
• Her intentions were solely focused on his wealth. She didn't deserve his love in the slightest!
• As his thoughts grew darker, his face became gloomier. "You truly are going all out, Aylin. Your determination to get what you want is astonishing. You're even willing to hurt yourself. I suppose I underestimated you..."
• His deep voice dripped with mockery.
• His words snuffed out the last flicker of hope within her.
• Before Gavyn could finish his words, Aylin rose to her feet. The gentleness in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by indifference.
• “Gavyn, let’s get a divorce!”
• It was the first time he had looked at her with seriousness since descending the stairs. The intensity in her eyes felt genuine, and he even detected a hint of... disgust.
• He questioned his own perception.
• "Aylin, others may address you as Mrs. Delacruz, but it doesn't make you a part of the Delacruz family."
• Gavyn furrowed his brow and fixed a sharp gaze on the frail woman before him. "Do you truly believe you have the audacity to ask me for a divorce?"
• His voice dripped with coldness and disdain.
• Aylin's anger surged instantly. She wiped the blood from her face and rose abruptly. "That's none of your concern, Mr. Delacruz."
• She thought, you believe I cannot survive without you, don't you?
• That might have been true in the past.
• But now, you may find yourself not wealthier than me!
• Aylin stormed upstairs. Three minutes later, she descended with several warm A4 papers in hand, slamming them forcefully on the table in front of Gavyn with a resounding snap.
• "Sign these. From this moment forward, we are strangers!"