Chapter 2

The next morning, Kenia descended the stairs and saw two people seated at the dining table.

She halted her steps. No matter the circumstances before, he never allowed those women to stay overnight. Eliana Quinn, her stepsister, had become the first.

Struggling to suppress her complicated emotions, she walked towards the kitchen, avoiding the sight of the two people being intimate.

Kenia picked up a bowl, ready to serve herself porridge, when Eliana strutted in, heels clicking against the floor.

She looked up at the exaggerated outfit of the woman in front of her.

It was really amusing to be dressed like that early in the morning.

Eliana deliberately approached her, tauntingly, "Kenia, I'm going to snatch everything from you, one by one. Now that he doesn't love you anymore, let's see how long you can hold onto being the lady of the house!"

After serving the porridge, Kenia abruptly placed the spoon down and met her gaze.

"Stop daydreaming. You only deserve to take what I don't want."

Eliana stamped her foot in anger. "What do you mean!"

Kenia had no intention of continuing the argument, but unexpectedly, Eliana bumped into her, knocking over the bowl of steaming porridge in her hand. The bowl shattered, and porridge splattered everywhere.

Eliana cried out, "Ouch! That hurts! Kenia, why would you do this to me?"

Hobson heard the commotion, pushed open the glass door, and hurried towards her, carefully inspecting her right hand.

"Hobson, I know Kenia doesn't like me, I can leave. But I didn't expect..."

Upon hearing this, Hobson looked at Kenia with a cold gaze. "Kenia, I never thought you could be so vicious, just like your father!"

She wanted to argue, but his icy stare silenced her as he picked up Eliana and headed out.

Watching their retreating figures, she glanced at her arm, reddened from the hot porridge, and took a sharp breath.

"Kenia, I swear I'll never let you get hurt in this life, I'll always protect you!"

His promise from when they were in love suddenly echoed in her mind, and she let out a bitter laugh.

While tending to her burn, Kenia received a message from a colleague at the hospital.

She opened it to find a photo of Hobson carrying Eliana.

"Dr. Watson, your husband called all the ER doctors to come here for this woman because of a minor burn!"

She sighed deeply and typed a few words. "It's fine, we're about to divorce."

"Oh god! Well, it's better to be rid of a cheating man like that!"

Seeing her colleague stand up for her, she smiled and put down her phone.

Hobson hadn't returned home for many days. In these days, she completed several major surgeries and returned home late at night, only to find the vast villa empty.

Kenia slipped off her high heels, leaned against the door, and crouched down.

Though she had grown accustomed to his absence long ago, the loneliness still lingered.

Kenia trudged back to her room, weary, and retrieved an album from the drawer. She traced her fingers over her portrait, her thoughts drawn to memories.

It was a collection of 99 portraits Hobson had drawn for her when they were in love. People said that a notorious playboy settled down after finding true love.

Back then, he had pursued her relentlessly after their first meeting in the university art studio, proposing under an extravagant fireworks display over a port.

She removed the ring from her right hand, stayed silent for a long time, and finally placed it on the divorce papers.