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Three years into her marriage to Caleb, Sydney was still a virgin. She thought he was impotent, until one night in his study, she caught him moaning and jerking off to another woman's photo. And that woman, was none other than his sister-in-law Penelope. On the day Caleb Hampton's older brother died, Sydney Wilson asked for a divorce. She knew that nothing could stop him chasing the woman he always wanted again. Even though that woman was his brother's widow. But Caleb frowned in confusion. "All because I took a slap for Penny?" 'Still playing dumb? Penny. How affectionately you said her name,' Sydney thought. Then she smiled coldly. "Yeah. That's why." The red mark on Caleb's face that night was hard to ignore. He had shielded Penelope so openly that even the Hampton family had been stunned. Only Sydney had not flinched. Three days earlier, on their wedding anniversary… Sydney had planned a surprise trip and taken a late-night flight to the city where Caleb worked. Instead of a warm reunion, she overheard him chatting with two friends. "Caleb, man, I gotta say it. Running off every year on your anniversary? That's cold. Sydney's been nothing but good to you." Caleb, usually composed and gentlemanly, looked weary. "You think I want this? If I didn't avoid her, she'd never believe I haven't touched her all these years." "She…" One friend, clearly holding back, finally snapped. "You mean Penelope? Caleb, are you out of your damn mind? Are you gonna keep pining after her even if she's got another kid on the way?" He snorted. "And what about Sydney? You keep treating her like this. Aren't you afraid Julian Sterling's gonna come after you?" "He won't." Caleb rubbed his fingers together calmly. "She married me. That was it for them. Julian's had her blocked on WhatsApp for three years now." Outside the room, Sydney walked away quietly. Her steps were steady, but her fingers trembled almost imperceptibly. She had suspected someone else. She had guessed many possibilities but never thought it would be Penelope—the same "sister-in-law" she had greeted politely for three years. 'God, how humiliating,' she thought bitterly. When Sydney left the club, the sky opened up. She did not react as the rain drenched her like a broken doll. That night, she took a late flight back to Jouleston. The moment she got home, she fell ill. She burned with fever for two days. Just as she started to recover, Lucas Hampton, Caleb's older brother, had an accident. … A week later, Lucas's funeral was held in Jouleston. Sydney had barely slept two or three hours each night at the Hampton residence. After the funeral, as she stepped out of the cemetery, her body moved forward while her soul dragged behind. Their driver waited at the gate. Sydney climbed in and closed her eyes. "Jack, take me home." "Not going back to the family house?" he asked. "No." The funeral was over, but the drama at the Hamptons had just begun. Lucas was the eldest son and the family's golden child. He died because Penelope had insisted on skydiving. His equipment failed, and he fell from high altitude. By the time they reached the hospital, it was to stitch his body, not to save him. The Hampton family's fury at Penelope had not cooled. Sydney had no interest in watching her husband defend another woman. She had her own life to manage. Unexpectedly, as the car started moving, the rear door opened. Caleb stood there, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. Tall, lean, composed, but with a rare flicker of discomfort on his face. "Syd, heading home?" he asked. "Mm." Sydney barely glanced before spotting the woman next to him. It was Penelope, and she was holding a chubby little boy. Penelope and Lucas' son, Timothy Hampton, was four years old. He was round and soft like a beach ball. Before Sydney could ask what they were doing there, Timothy scrambled into the car as if it was his. "Aunt Sydney, can you give me and Mommy a ride home?" Sydney furrowed her brow and glanced at Caleb. He pressed his lips together. "Mom and Dad are still furious. Let Penny and Timmy stay at our place for now." Seeing her hesitation, he added, "Didn't you say you wanted a kid? Now's a good time to practice with Timmy." Sydney almost laughed out loud, then remembered where she was and held it in. So now he was sending Penelope and her son to stay with them while he faced the heat back at the Hamptons? What a noble man. … Back home, the housekeeper, Nancy Potts, had already prepared the guest room. Caleb must have called ahead. Sydney did not care. After a shower, she collapsed into bed and slept like the dead. When she finally woke, it was 9:00 p.m. As she reached for her phone, it rang. It was her best friend, Tiffany Voss. "I've drafted the divorce agreement just like you wanted. Want me to send it over for you to review?" Tiffany asked. "Thanks, Ms. Voss, my beloved lawyer." Sydney's voice was groggy and soft. "No need. Just call a courier and have it delivered." "You're in a rush?" Tiffany sounded concerned. "Are you sure about this? Caleb might not be the best husband, but in some ways…" Sydney switched on the lamp and sat up. Her head cleared. "I'm sure, Tiff. I caught him jerking off to another woman's photo." "What?" Tiffany's mind blanked for a second. She hadn't expected someone as reserved as Sydney to blurt out something like that. But what stunned her more was that scumbag Caleb actually had the nerve to humiliate Sydney like this. Tiffany muttered a curse under her breath, then said, "Screw delivery. I'll bring the agreement myself. Then I'll head back to the office and work overtime." There was no way she was letting some two-wheeled courier outrun her four wheels today. After hanging up, even Sydney was surprised by how easily the words had come out. Maybe it was because the resentment had been building for so long, clogging her chest, her thoughts, every part of her. Just like that night at the club, when Caleb had said it himself—he had never touched her. At first, she had wondered if something might be wrong with him. But later, she caught him more than once in his study, clutching a photo album and pleasuring himself. The low, guttural moans he had made—each one had felt like a slap to her face. Once, when he realized she'd seen him, he pulled her into his arms and murmured into her neck, "Syd, I'm sorry. I just… I was afraid of hurting you. I couldn't bring myself to do it. So I used your photo instead." What a joke. And the saddest part? She had believed him and had actually blushed. But the night she flew back to Jouleston, groggy from fever meds, she used what little strength she had to pry open the locked cabinet in his study. Inside, she found the album. Every page was filled with Penelope—radiant, vibrant, full of life. Every smile and glance was captured like a treasure. Sydney had never felt more like the punchline of a bad joke. In a daze, memories came drifting back. She remembered tagging along behind Caleb like a little shadow. But in truth, she hadn't been following him. She'd been following her older brother, who was always by his side. She had seen Caleb so often that eventually, she started to think that marrying him wouldn't be so bad. Caleb had been patient, gentle, always bringing her little gifts when he visited her brother. Among all his friends, he had seemed the most refined and courteous. And yet this supposed gentleman would rather touch himself to his sister-in-law than lay a hand on his own wife. … Sydney hadn't expected Tiffany to show up so fast. She had just finished getting ready and hadn't even made it downstairs when the doorbell rang. Tiffany arrived with the kind of energy that said, "If the courthouse was open, I would've dragged you both there on the spot." Sydney felt a little steadier with the agreement in hand. But then a sharp crack echoed through the house. Before she could react, Nancy rushed down the stairs, face tight with worry. "Ms. Wilson—" "What is it?" "Timmy broke the family photo in your bedroom." Sydney assumed it was just the frame. But then Nancy handed her the pieces, and her face went pale. Her parents had died in an accident when she was five. That photo had been all she had left of them. Her only keepsake. She clutched the shattered remains and stormed upstairs. At the top of the stairs, Penelope stepped out of her room with her son in her arms. Sydney's voice turned icy. "Penelope, that was my room." "Uncle Caleb said this is my home now," Timothy piped up, puffed with bravado. "Uncle Caleb also said he's going to take care of me and Mommy like a real dad!" Sydney glanced at Penelope, who showed no sign of correcting or scolding her son. She gave a cold laugh, crouched a little, and looked Timothy in the eye. "Do you know what Santa Claus does to children like you on Christmas?" The boy lifted his chin proudly. "He gives me lots of candy!" "Wrong." She shook her head, smiling sweetly. "He cuts off the hands of children who break things, bakes them in the oven, and feeds them to monsters." "WAAAHHH!" Timothy, still just a child, burst into tears and clung to Penelope like his life depended on it. Penelope glared at her. "He's just a kid. Did you really have to scare him like that?" "You can't even teach your own child how to behave. What else are you good for besides extreme sports?" Sydney didn't wait for a reply. She turned and walked away. … That night, a black Maybach rolled into the driveway. Sydney stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as Caleb got out. Timothy ran to him immediately, dragging Penelope behind him. The three of them looked like a perfect little family. Eventually, someone knocked at the door. Caleb stepped inside. His crisp white shirt and purposeful stride clashed with the tension in his voice. "You scared Timmy?" "I did," Sydney said, gesturing toward her nightstand. "He destroyed my family photo." Caleb froze. For the first time, he realized he didn't know the whole story. He reached out to ruffle her hair, but she stepped back. Thinking she was still angry, he softened his tone. "That's my fault. Let me apologize on his behalf. Do you want anything? I'll make it up to you." Sydney smiled faintly. "Anything at all?" Caleb nodded. "Of course." "I only want two things." She handed him the documents she had prepared. Caleb glanced at the property transfer contract and signed without hesitation. The second document he flipped straight to the last page and signed just as quickly. When it came to money, he was always generous. Afterward, he let out a slow breath and gently pulled her into his arms. "Syd, how did your brother raise you to be so obedient and sensible?" Sydney felt a wave of nausea. Just as she was about to shove him away, there was a knock on the half-open door. Caleb instinctively stepped back the moment he saw who it was. Sydney couldn't help but sneered inwardly. It was Penelope. She looked mildly annoyed. "Cal, Timmy won't sleep unless you're with him." "I'm coming." Caleb turned to Sydney. "You're not mad, are you?" "Not at all," she said flatly. She watched him leave the room, and she pulled out the second document. It was a divorce agreement that Caleb never realized he had signed...

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