Just as I was surprised by the fact that Scott had a child, he rushed over, frowned angrily, and coldly questioned Marilyn, who was sitting on the ground, "Mom, what did you just say?!"

Marilyn staggered to her feet, patted the dust off her body, glared at me, and argued in a sharp tone, "What did I say? Your wife didn't come home all night. You were so upset that you drank all night in the wine cellar. What's wrong with scolding her?"

Scott had drunk all night because he was worried about me?

I found Marilyn's words a little ridiculous and turned to look at Scott.

Only then did I realize that this man, who had always been well-groomed, was in a mess today. His chin was covered with stubble, his clothes were crumpled, and his handsome face looked pale. He must have drunk all night to drown his sorrows and had lost his usual vitality.

But so what?

Ever since I found out that he thought I was a slut, I didn't give a shit about him whatsoever.

Tired of the fake performance of this pair of mother and son, I turned around and was about to leave.

But the next second, a dull roar stunned me and froze me in place.

"Photos, what photos were you talking about just now? Give them to me!"

Marilyn's face looked gloomy, and she trembled with anger, "Scott, I'm your mother. I gave birth to you and raised you..."

"Didn't you hear that? Give it to me!" Scott suddenly reached out his hand, his face looking intimidating, and forced Marilyn to show him the photos.

Marilyn gritted her teeth and glared at me as if blaming me for hurting her relationship with her son. Reluctantly, she took out her phone, clicked on the screen with her long finger, and rummaged through her photo gallery.

When I saw Scott take the phone, I bit my lower lip in shame.

My heart had already been numb from all the pain, but at this moment the old wounds were reopened and my heart felt like bleeding again.

"Don't let me know that you still have a backup, and I won't divorce Chelsea for my whole life. You'd better stay out of our business!" Scott clutched the phone tightly and warned her with a gloomy face. He then dragged me into the bedroom.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, he threw me onto the sofa.

Scott pressed down on me and hugged me in his arms. His stubble-covered face approached me, and there was undisguised joy in his eyes, "Well, my mother can't force you to divorce me anymore."

He pressed my lips with his long index finger and rubbed the part that was swollen from my bite gently.

What was he so happy about?

I slapped his hand away and quickly got out of his arms, "If you think that I want to get divorced just because I was threatened by your mother, you are too naive."

Scott narrowed his eyes and gazed at me coldly. He clenched his fists tightly with his arms hanging on both sides and his knuckles had turned pale. He looked as if he wanted to pounce on me and seize me by the throat just like he did yesterday. He said, "Chelsea, you must divorce, right?"

Without hesitation, I said, "Yes."

For the past four years, I had thought that I had a marriage and love, but it was only until now that I realized that I was disdained by my husband.

In that case, instead of hurting and disturbing each other, it would be better to end this relationship so both would be better off.

Scott's face darkened and he smiled at me with disdain as if I were some kind of clown.

I was so creeped out by his smile that I didn't want to stay any longer. I walked quickly to the door and opened it. Just as I was about to run out, his gloomy voice came from behind with a hint of resentment, "If you want to piss off grandpa, then go ahead. Go and tell him you want a divorce. Go!"

I turned my head stiffly as my hand was on the doorknob. Looking at Scott's strange face, I said firmly, "Grandpa is a reasonable person who knows right and wrong. If I say I don't want to live with you anymore, I believe he won't force me to stay in an unhappy marriage!"

Since I was a child, although grandpa would not indulge me, he would not force me to do anything against my will either.

Love was like drinking water. Only the person knew what it felt like. If I felt unhappy, I believed grandpa would not force me to stay in an empty shell of a marriage.

"You don't want to live with me anymore?" Scott lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently. He took out the phone in his pocket and the screen was facing me. As his fingers slid, the picture on it flipped over.

Those humiliating photos were turned over one by one, cutting into my heart like a blade. I trembled, screamed, and rushed to grab the phone, "What do you want to do? Give me your phone!"

Scott raised his thick eyebrows and threw the phone on the sofa with a cold snort. He grabbed my arm forcefully as if trying to break it.

"You wanna divorce me? Do you think others will want you?"

"Even an old man like Terence wouldn't want a woman like you who has slept with countless men and has been photographed naked!"

"I advise you to wash up and wait for me to fuck you..."

"Scott, you're a monster!" I felt as if my heart was torn apart and I was so ashamed and angry that I tried to slap him with all my might, but the next second, my hand froze in midair.

The French window in the room was only half-closed. At this moment, the noises of the car's engine and some people talking came from outside. It seemed that grandpa was back.

Scott sneered and grabbed my arm, dragging me directly to the French window.

I didn't know what he wanted to do. Subconsciously, I looked out the window and saw the hunched figure of my grandfather walking towards the villa with the support of Johnny, followed by his private doctor. He must have just returned from a physical examination.

Grandpa had been in poor health all these years and his liver also seemed to have a problem these days. He had been receiving conservative treatment from his private doctor, but I didn't know if it would work...

Just as I was worried about grandpa's health, I felt Scott's thin and cold lips pressed against my ear, "Honey, if I post those photos of you on the internet, I wonder if your beloved grandpa would die of anger?"

Struck by his words, I pushed Scott away and glared at him in disbelief, "Scott, are you still human? That's your grandfather too!"

He smiled noncommittally, grabbed my hair, and pressed my face against the window. His usually pleasant voice was now filled with a sinister coldness, "Don't you want a divorce? Go ahead. As soon as you go, I will post those terrible photos of you online. Your grandpa would die of anger and let his death fulfill your freedom!"

He kept saying "death" repeatedly, which was painful to hear.

I looked down at my grandfather, who was old and feeble. My mouth was pressed against the cold windowpane and I was unable to say anything.

Grandpa had adopted me since I was a child. He had worked hard to raise me and let me receive the best education. He had taught me to have self-respect.

How heartbroken would he be if he saw those photos and knew that I had been humiliated?

Seeing that I had given in, Scott left with satisfaction. As he walked out, he called his rich buddies to ask them out for fun. It seemed that he also mentioned the topic of women.

I curled up weakly on the ground and listened to his footsteps as he was leaving. Perhaps I was too tired and fell asleep while leaning against the French window.

In my sleep, I actually had a dream similar to last night.

On my wedding day, someone picked me up in my room and a faint minty scent wafted in...

In the hotel, as the man kissed me passionately with the familiar fragrance of mint in his mouth, my body was suddenly penetrated!

I woke up from my dream and wiped the cold sweat off my forehead with lingering fear.

Chloe said that the man was a male escort she had found, so she should know a lot about him.

At the thought that the one who had sex with me four years ago and four years later was probably the same person, I wanted to know who he was, so I ran to Chloe and wanted to find out.

When I arrived at Chloe's door, I was about to knock when a voice came from inside, "Mom, when did brother have a child? Where is the child now?"