The Divorcee Amazed the World

Grace was startled, hastily slamming on the brakes.

She narrowly avoided a collision.

Grace, frightened, crouched over the steering wheel, her heart pounding wildly, covering her chest, gasping for breath.

But the owner of the van showed no remorse, no sign of apology.

Furious, Grace lowered the car window and shouted at the van in front, “What kind of driver are you? In a rush to reincarnate? If you don’t want to live, just say it!”

The van remained eerily silent; no one responded.

Enraged, Grace, without much thought, opened the car door and went to bang on the van’s door.

She pounded on the dilapidated door, creating a thunderous noise.

“Get out! Apologize to me! You must give me an explanation tonight! Otherwise, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the two doors of the van simultaneously swung open.

Before Grace could react, she felt darkness enveloping her, her head covered.

Shortly after, she was dragged to a dark corner by the roadside.

“Let go of me! Don’t touch me! Help!” Grace screamed.

“Bang!”

A fist struck her face.

Grace instantly felt the pain, stars dancing before her eyes.

The more she screamed, the harsher the blows.

Relentless punches and kicks rained down on her head and body.

Towards the end, Grace dared not utter another sound.

She sensed that the covering on her head was a man’s coat, emanating the cheap scent of cigarettes and alcohol, mixed with a strong odor of sweat.

There were probably two men, judging by their voices, with heavy accents and likely in their twenties or thirties.

The stench of a nearby trash bin reached her nose, and she guessed her location.

Her branded clothing was violently pulled off.

Exposed to the cool night breeze, Grace felt both embarrassed and angry.

When had she, a noble woman, been violated like this by someone on the roadside?

Her ribs, her nose, her face where she regularly had water light injections, her hundreds of thousands worth of branded clothing, her jewelry worth over a million, her meticulously maintained body…

She was such an noble woman.

But at this moment, she felt utterly worthless.

It seemed like a long time before the two men finally released her.

They got back into the van and quickly drove away.

Grace lay exhausted on the cold cement ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Her whole body ached, and she felt as if she had been torn apart.

She wasn’t sure where exactly she was injured.

After a while, she removed the coat covering her head and started searching for her phone.

She couldn’t find it; those two men must have taken it.

Her diamond ring, wristwatch, bracelet, necklace, and earrings-all were gone.

Her clothes were taken, and even her car keys.

She looked up at the sky, on the verge of tears.

When someone eventually found her, Grace was half-naked, lying next to a trash bin.

Her body, pale and lifeless, her eyes blank and despairing.

When she was taken to the hospital and examined, a rib was broken, her body was torn, numerous abrasions, and a mild concussion.

The doctor suggested reporting to the police, but she vehemently refused, finding it shameful.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Owen received a call and rushed to the hospital.

Seeing her in such a pitiful state, Owen’s face instantly darkened.

His blood pressure skyrocketed.

“Report to the police! Catch those two bastards! I want to skin them alive! Tear their tendons!” He roared in fury.

Grace, crying uncontrollably, shook her head repeatedly, “Let it go, let it go. I can’t afford to lose face like this. If we report to the police, it’ll become a big deal. How can I go out in public again?”

Before the incident, she had just been with Klein.

She had difficulties during Susan’s birth, damaged her uterus, causing infertility, and had not taken any contraceptive measures.

If she reported to the police and they found Klein’s DNA in her body, their affair would be exposed!

Klein had a family and worked as a white-collar.

Although he had a decent position, his financial power couldn’t compare to Owen’s.

She was used to the life of a wealthy woman and didn’t want to divorce or suffer with him.

She couldn’t report to the police, couldn’t vent her anger, and felt stuck, unable to move up or down.

Owen, infuriated, paced back and forth in the hospital room, finally stopping, asking, “Who do you think did this?”

Grace, with swollen eyes, kept shaking her head, “I don’t know.”

Owen asked, “Is it Willis? He warned me at the company earlier today, saying it’s a one-time thing, won’t happen again.”

Grace, tearfully, covered her face and cried, “I really don’t know. Those two took my jewelry and phone; it must be a robbery. I don’t know anything. Waaah, I don’t want to live.”

Owen, anxiously furrowing his brows, considered for a while before saying, “It probably isn’t him.”

Grace, stopping her cries, suspiciously looked at him, “Why do you say that?”

“If it were him, he wouldn’t have warned me in advance. That would be self-incrimination, right? He’s too shrewd to make such a basic mistake.”

Grace, who was initially in a chaotic state of mind, suddenly understood.

It wasn’t Willis who hired someone.

It must be Klein’s wife.

Thinking of that wooden-like woman, Grace’s eyes turned sinister.

At the same time, Moon Villa.

Willis’ phone vibrated suddenly, a message notification.

He picked up the phone, glanced dispassionately, and saw the assistant’s message saying: “Mr. Santana, it’s done, clean and neat.”

Willis’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression cool, and he replied with a simple “Okay.”

He lightly touched the screen, deleting the message.

Tossing the phone onto the bedside table, he lay back down, gently pulling the sleeping Helena into his arms.

His gaze, tender as water, stared at her pure little face.

His eyes traced along her chin, lips, and eyes.

Finally, he lowered his head, lightly kissing her forehead, then kissing her again.

“Helena, I’ve avenged you.”

He silently declared in his heart.