Violet was helping out in the kitchen of Tasty Interlude Bakery when she got the call from Harry.
Yes.
She had two identities.
Under the pseudonym "Helena", she worked as a make-up artist.
And as the ugly wife of the Johnson Family, she was also a pastry chef.
Tasty Interlude Bakery was located just downstairs of her styling studio. No one knew her secret except for a few people who were close to her.
"Miss Elliott, Mr. Johnson is back home. Please wait for him at the villa tonight."
"Okay, Harry."
It seemed that Louis was going to talk to her about divorce tonight!
Violet hung up the phone, and her pretty eyes flashed with light.
When the divorce talk was over, she can regain her freedom!
Then she can live with her little cutie above board!
Thinking of this, she noticed there was a video call request on her phone. Glancing at it, Violet was all smiles.
Clicked on it. A small and pink face showed on the screen.
"Mommy."
"Erin."
"What is Mommy doing? Are you making a delicious cake again?"
"Yes, do you want to eat?"
"Mmm! Mommy, Erin is drooling!"
"..."
This was her daughter.
Four years ago, she was working in a hotel. One day. she drank too much, went to the wrong room and slept with a stranger.
Panicked and ashamed. She fled the room without having a good look at the man's face.
Three months later, she was careless enough that just realized she was pregnant.
The doctor said that her uterine wall was naturally weak and if she had an abortion, it might be difficult for her to get pregnant again.
And she, too, did not want to abort the fetus in her belly.
At that time, she was just in her freshman year of college. However, she had to pretend to be sick and take a long break from school to give birth to her daughter secretly with the help of her bosom friend.
It should be twins, but one of them died after birth ...
"Mommy, Mommy!"
The video came with the sound of the little girl who was calling out.
Violet came back to herself and laughed, "Okay, listen to Josie and don't be naughty."
The little girl was out on a trip with her bosom friend.
Because she married Louis, her daughter had to be raised by her bosom friend Josie Scott.
So, she must get a divorce as soon as possible.
In this way, she can bring up her daughter by herself honorably!
...
The night came as expected.
In Lyonhall Villa.
Louis looked at Violet who was sitting quietly in the living room waiting for him. Unbuttoned his collar, he sat down opposite her.
She was still in that bumpkin outfit.
Wore two braids and a black rimmed glasses.
Her skin was dull and swarthy, with a few freckles faintly visible under her eyelids.
In summer, she was still wearing unseasonable long-sleeved shirt and pants ...
Violet was looking at Louis as he looked over.
His customized suit made him look charming and outstanding.
The aura around him was powerful, permeated with majesty of the superior. No one dared to be impetuous in front of him.
She still remembered the first time when she saw him.
A year ago, he had just been in a car accident. Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at her with disgust by his cold and arrogant eyes.
He said, "The doctor said I'll probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, and my sexual function is ruined. Are you sure you want to marry me?"
At that time, she was not qualified to say no for some reason.
"Yes, I'll marry you."
"Okay, we'll marry by agreement. After one year, I will divorce with you. Except for the 50 million dollars I give you now, and after the divorce, I will give you adequate compensation. If you are willing, sign this contract. And you'll be the Mrs. Johnson for a year."
She later learned that the reason he agreed to marry her was the old Mrs. Johnson was seriously ill.
He needed a marriage partner, a dispensable replacement that would give the old Mrs. Johnson peace of mind.
For the rich women of Crotosi City, it was impossible to marry a man with disability, even if that man was a top noble person.
And so, by mistake, it was her turn.
"Sign it."
Louis's voice interrupted her thought.
Violet looked at the divorce papers on the table and pushed her black rimmed glasses. And the corners of her mouth were turned upwards imperceptibly.
"Okay."
Also, there were two real estate certificates worth ten million dollars and a check of ten million dollars.
This was the divorce compensation.
Louis kept his promise and was generous with his money.
Violet picked up the pen and gladly signed it.
Louis took a glass of water handed over by a maid and sipped it slowly.
His eyes fell on Violet's hands and he paused slightly as he drank the water.
Her hands were slender and fair. And the complexion of her face was not at all of the same hue with her hands.
He heard that she was a pastry chef?
So the skin tone of her hands was fair just because she needed to knead dough for a long time?
As he was thinking about it, his cell phone rang.
Louis glanced at the caller ID and it was from Balridge Manor.
The old Mrs. Johnson's voice came on the line.
"Louis, I heard you're getting a divorce with Violet? If you don't want to make it easy for your grandma, then just do it."
Louis' good-looking eyebrows instantly snapped together, and his piercing gaze fixed on Violet and suddenly turned cold.
He got up, walked to the window and softened his voice, "Grandma, don't be angry. Whom did you hear from that I'm getting a divorce?"
"You don't have to care about that. Louis, you can't judge a book by its cover. Violet may be average looking, but she is kind. A good woman you can live peaceful life with. Promise grandma that you won't divorce her and at least get along with her for a while before you do."
Kind?
She had an evil heart, right?
On the one hand, she pretended to blandly promise that she would divorce.
On the other hand, she deliberately told his grandmother to stop them from getting a divorce.
From the moment she agreed to marry him, he could see that she was a scheming woman in particular!
Louis lowered his dark eyes and compressed his thin lips.
"Grandma, she's not suitable. I have someone more suitable."
He had got someone better suited?
Was there a woman of his choice?
Violet's hand froze and pricked up her ears.
"My heart hurts. Looks like I won't survive this winter ..."
Louis: "..."
His grandma was using that trick again!
Can she not joke with her body?
Did she take it for granted because of his filial piety?
So trying. Listening to his grandma's tirade, Louis felt helpless but compromised: "Okay, I will not divorce for the time being, and get along with her for a while."
"Well, that's right! Where's Violet? Is she there? Let me have a word with her."
"Okay."
Louis handed the phone to Violet. His eyes were cold as ice.
"It's from grandma. Be careful your words. If anything happens to her, you take the whole responsibility!"
Violet: "..."
Why was he being mean to her?
She had always been obedient, okay?
"Grandma."
"Violet, are you really going to leave grandma? Are you really going to divorce my Louis?"
"Ah, this, grandma ..."
"Violet, listen to me. I already asked his doctor. My Louis' body completely recovered. There is no problem about his fertility. So, you can not worry about the future. Do not divorce."