I Turned His Double Joy to Dust

Christian's gaze was cold when he looked up at me. "Juliet, since you already found out, I won't bother hiding it anymore. Vicky is carrying a son—my son.

"Your two daughters are useless. They don't need any family heirlooms either. I gave that entire box to Vicky. But you don't need to make a fuss out of it. She doesn't want a title. As long as you don't go after her or my son, you'll always remain Mrs. Johannson."

Christian's son. My daughters. It turned out the children's genders mattered so much to him.

He no longer loved me, nor did he love our daughters. So what use was he to me then?

I stepped forward, picked up the broken emerald bracelet, and said coldly, "No need. I'll gladly step aside for the mother of your son. We're getting divorced, Christian."

Then, under Vicky's horrified gaze, I dialled 911. "Hello, I'd like to report intentional destruction of private property. I have both the suspect and the evidence with me. Please send officers over as soon as possible."

The police arrived at the villa quickly. They collected evidence, interrogated everyone, and took statements.

The entire farce ended with Christian paying full compensation, then swaggering away with Vicky at his side.

The sky was already bright by the time I returned home. As I stared at the empty safe, I recalled Christian's earlier words.

He'd said, "Can you really bring yourself to divorce me? Back then, you were willing to give up an arranged marriage into a wealthy family, even cutting ties with your parents, just to marry me. If you divorce me now, you'll become the laughingstock of the Ziegler family."

Christian wasn't wrong.

He was just a poor nobody when we got married. Meanwhile, the Ziegler family spearheaded the cosmetics industry.

I fought bitterly with my family for Christian, but now I'd be divorcing him over his infidelity. I'd turn into the subject of ridicule among the Zieglers if they were to find out about it.

But he seemed to have forgotten how I never cared about anyone else's opinion when I chose him back then.

I was still the same person, but Christian had changed.

…

While I was going over divorce paperwork with my lawyer, Annie Hilton, I noticed Vicky had updated her social media.

On her wrist were two gold bracelets, and she was smiling brightly. Her caption read, "Don't be afraid, baby. Daddy's a knight who'll protect us."

Christian's reply came under her post. "From now on, our son and I will protect you. We'll buy you even more gold in the future."

When I first hired Vicky, she'd hidden her social media posts from me. But she'd gotten bold under Christian's protection, and now she was flaunting her happiness in front of me.

I took a screenshot and sent it to Annie. Seconds later, she sent me a share transfer document in return. I was surprised when I read it.

Christian held 70% of the shares of the cosmetics company built entirely on my resources and patented formulas.

And he'd transferred all of them to Vicky seven months ago, making her the company's major shareholder.

My heart lurched. I immediately opened her social media and started scrolling backward. All of her posts from the past year had been made public, as if deliberately waiting for me to see them.

"Christian gave me the company as a gift. He said he'd run it for me, but I have everything I need with him by my side. What do I need a company for?"

"Rose is pregnant too! Christian said it's double happiness, so he transferred all his properties to me. He even told me his daughters' apartments could be used to house Rose's babies."

"Rose is the happiest cat in the world. She has four kittens in her belly, and each one gets its own luxury apartment!"

I began to recall my memories.

Christian had asked for the property deeds a month ago. He said he was interested in two neighboring villas and wanted to trade in the four apartments under our daughters' names.

I'd offered to go see them with him, but he made various excuses to put me off.

It turned out that the apartments had been given to the four kittens in Rose's belly. The company and all the properties under our names had become Vicky's gifts, while the family heirlooms I'd saved for my daughters had turned into her jewelry.

Christian gave her everything and left me and my daughters with nothing.

My phone rang.

Before Annie could even speak, I said through clenched teeth, "Start collecting evidence. We're suing him for malicious transfer of marital assets. Also, revoke every cosmetics patent I authorized. Leave him with nothing!"