Where the Sea Took Her

When Lucy returned home, it was in the middle of the night.

A cake with its candles blown was placed on the living room table, while Wyatt was with Eva, opening her presents.

Seeing Lucy completely soaked from head to toe, Wyatt was suddenly taken aback. "Lulu, you… Didn't I send a car to pick you up?"

With furrowed brows, he quickly picked up a towel, wanting to wipe Lucy down, but Lucy merely glared at him.

She raised her hand without any hesitation and slapped him.

Right at the exact moment, Eva rushed over and placed herself between Lucy and Wyatt.

Slap!

The slap landed on Eva's face. She screamed as she fell into Wyatt's arms, sobbing, looking extremely feeble.

A red handprint appeared on her cheek.

"Eva, are you alright?" Wyatt hugged her worryingly. He checked up on her, his fingers trembling.

He lost it when he touched the red handprint on Eva's cheek. He threw the towel and yelled, "Lucy, you've gone mad!"

The towel landed on Lucy's head so hard that she almost fell. "Wyatt, I was wrong about you," Lucy said self-deprecatingly while trying to hold back her tears.

"You would trade me off for some stupid ring? You disgust me!"

Wyatt was stunned, silent with a look of guilt on his face.

Eva stood in front of him and opened her arms wide, saying with a sob, "I won't allow you to say that about Wyatt! If you're mad, you come at me!"

What an award-winning-worthy act.

The guilt on Wyatt's face instantly vanished. He scooped Eva up. "It's alright. Let me handle this."

Then, he glared at Lucy. "Those photos would only appear in the auction half a year later. By then, I'll buy them back at any cost! But you should never hit Eva!"

Half a year? She would be gone by then. Lucy smiled self-mockingly.

She heard Wyatt say to her before he headed upstairs, "If you don't want to get arrested and charged for hitting Eva, you'll kneel in the courtyard right now!"

As the rain grew heavier, the doctor's car pulled into the mansion. The headlights flared, casting shadows. There, Lucy knelt, motionless, under the rain, under the watch of a few bodyguards.

Two hours later, two figures were standing by the window of the master bedroom, looking down at the courtyard.

"Wyatt, Lucy's such a poor thing," Eva said coquettishly, but more with a mockery of a winner. "My birthday party will be pushed back a few days, since I can't be seen with my face like this. Why don't we invite Lucy along? She hasn't seen the yacht that you've given me."

Wyatt's face was in the dark. "Alright. You can arrange it. Eva, I'm sorry I didn't protect you."

Lucy, who overheard their conversation, sighed. Yes, the Wyatt who used to care for her was gone a long time ago.

The yacht? Alright, then. She would settle everything right then and there.

After kneeling the entire night, Lucy's knees were covered in bruises. It still hurt when she walked after a few days. She limped all the way to the courthouse to finalize the divorce.

When she returned to the mansion, a car was already waiting for her.

"Ma'am. Mr. Grant has told me to take you to Ms. Lawson's birthday party."

Lucy placed one of the divorce decrees by the head of the bed in the master bedroom. Then, she took her wedding ring, which she had not worn in a while, before being escorted to the party.

Gifts of all sizes were piled into a mountain on the deck of the luxurious yacht. A champagne tower sparkled under the lights while impeccably dressed servers weaved through the crowd.

"Mr. Grant, you sure take good care of Eva! You wouldn't even let her drink when it's her turn!"

By the long table, a group of heirs and heiresses were playing spin-the-bottle with Eva.

When Lucy arrived, the bottle was aimed at her coincidentally.

"What a coincidence! Whoever the bottle chooses would have to be punished!"