Hannah

Hannah Scott bitterly learned that her husband, Vincent Jones, hooked up with his first love—the two of them checked into a hotel together. She watched it all unfold, unable to look away. His first love bore an uncanny resemblance to her.

From about ten meters away, Hannah pulled out her phone and called Vincent. "Didn't your grandmother suggest we take the health examination since we're trying for a baby? Are you free right now?"

"I'm busy with a business dinner. Not tonight—maybe next time," Vincent answered.

"Alright," Hannah replied, keeping her voice even before she hung up. Unbelievable. There he was, about to entertain another woman in a hotel room, and he still had the nerve to mention "next time."

Hannah trailed behind them and stopped at their hotel room door. Laughter and flirtatious voices spilled out once they were inside. For a moment, she considered barging in and confronting them on the spot. But she held back. Her fury faded quickly, replaced by a deep and lasting disappointment. That was when she knew it was time to let go.

Hannah wasted no time contacting a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. Barely after she signed her name, Danica Jones, Vincent's mother, asked to meet.

The two women met at a small café and settled in across from each other.

"You probably haven't heard, but Brinley is back," Danica said condescendingly.

Brinley Gilbert. She was Vincent's first love, and Danica had always adored her.

Danica leaned in, her tone casual, almost delighted. "Name your price. How much does it take for you to walk away from Vincent?"

Danica had never approved of Hannah, largely due to her unremarkable background. She sought to pair her son with a wealthy socialite who could help expand the Jones Group.

Hannah kept her voice steady. "Transfer every property under your name to me, and I'll give your beloved son his freedom."

Danica had a special love for luxury real estate. She owned several high-end properties with a total worth exceeding billions.

"You're serious?" Danica looked genuinely surprised by how quickly Hannah agreed. For five whole years, Hannah had lived as Vincent's secret wife, giving up her own career, never seeking attention, and taking on the role of the perfect housewife behind closed doors. Most people assumed she was desperately in love with Vincent.

"Yeah. I've had enough. I'm finished here. I just want out," Hannah remarked. As Brinley's face flashed through her thoughts, a deep coldness settled over her. She realized Vincent had never loved her. He married her only because she looked like his first love.