One of the maids hesitated, holding up a framed wedding photo. “Miss Hudson, should we take this out as well?”
Violet’s gaze drifted to the large wedding portrait hanging in the center of the living room. In the photo, she was looking at the camera, while Grayson’s eyes were fixed on her, overflowing with what seemed like love.
Looking at it now, the scene felt nothing but ironic.
She nodded.
When every last photo and object was piled up outside, she lit a match.
She stood there, unmoving, as five years of memories burned to ash before her eyes. As the final fragment crumbled, so did the last remnants of her feelings.
There were still two days left before she would leave.
Another message from Ruby arrived—a photo of a medical report.
[Oh my, I’m actually pregnant! It’s Grayson’s first child, and he’s thrilled. He even said he’d allocate some shares to the baby.]
[But last night, he was a little too rough, and I bled a bit. The doctor says I need bed rest. Grayson was so worried—he personally made soup and fed it to me. I feel so blessed. Miss Hudson, I’m sure you’re happy for me, right?]
Violet still didn’t reply. Instead, she retrieved her wedding dress from the bridal shop and took a pair of scissors to it, cutting it apart piece by piece.
A dress meant for her wedding no longer had any meaning.
On the day of her departure, Ruby sent another message—this time, a photo of a large diamond ring on her hand.
[Grayson proposed! He promised me a wedding just as grand as yours, and that he’d never let me or the baby suffer.]
[Miss Hudson, be smart about this. Give up your position as Mrs. Warhol. Grayson doesn’t love you anymore.]
This time, Violet replied. [I hope your dream comes true soon.]
Then, she pulled up the security footage from the villa. Grayson and Ruby had come here many times before, indulging themselves recklessly. Inevitably, there were moments captured by the cameras in the living room.
She copied the footage and sent it to the wedding planner with a text message: [This is a surprise I’m preparing for Grayson. Make sure it plays on the big screen during the wedding. Keep it a secret.]
The planner quickly agreed.
After finalizing the arrangements, Violet received a video call from Grayson. He looked a little apologetic.
“Violet, work isn’t finished yet. I won’t be back until tomorrow morning. But don’t worry, I’ll definitely be there before the wedding.”
She let out a soft laugh.
“Alright. I have a surprise for you at the wedding.”
Grayson’s eyes lit up. “What surprise? Now I’m really curious. Violet, I’ve waited five years for this moment. Tomorrow, you’ll finally be my wife. I can’t tell you how happy I am—”
His words cut off abruptly. His body tensed, and a muffled gasp escaped his lips.
Violet’s eyes gleamed with cold amusement.
“Grayson, I hope you like my surprise.”
Before he could respond, she ended the call and walked out of the villa.
A car from the agency handling her fake death was already waiting at the entrance.
At the airport, she tapped a few commands into her phone before handing it to the staff.
“Deliver this phone to the groom along with the corpse tomorrow. Tell him I died at 6 p.m., and that I left a final message for him.”
6 p.m.—the exact moment she had ended their last call.
She wanted Grayson to believe that while he was indulging in pleasure with Ruby, she had lost all hope and taken her own life.
She wanted those last words to haunt him forever.
The staff member nodded and handed her a new identity card and a plane ticket.
“Miss Aurora, we’ve erased all traces of your journey. Have a safe flight. May your future be filled with happiness.”
Aurora—that was the name she had chosen for herself.
It meant new beginnings.
From today onward, she was stepping into an entirely new life.
