"Darren Gordon, let's divorce."

She was dying. It had been for ten years. She no longer had the energy to continue this struggle.

Everyone around Bianca Carroll coddled her, thinking she was unaware of Darren Gordon's affair. They treated her like a fool, covered for him. Even when that woman was six months pregnant, Bianca was the last to know.

A second of silence, then Bianca Carroll heard a coquettish voice through the phone, "Dear, who is it?"

"The divorce papers are ready for you."Then she hung up.

"Darren Gordon, if there's another life, let's never meet again." She said to herself.

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Bianca Carroll planned to divorce Darren Gordon.

Because she was dying.

Advanced cancer.

The villa was shrouded in a silent, fog-like darkness, an icy and lonely chill permeating everywhere, piercing to the core.

She and Darren Gordon were childhood sweethearts, and got married right after college. Before they knew it, ten years had flown by.

Everyone around Bianca Carroll coddled her, thinking she was unaware of Darren Gordon's affair. They all covered for him, even when that woman was six months pregnant, Bianca was the last to know.

They treated her like a fool.

They each held a death grip on the other's vulnerabilities,neither willing to show weakness or back down.

Bianca Carroll held onto a significant portion of Darren Gordon's wealth; she wouldn't divorce easily and hand over this fortune.

There was no reason for her to plant the trees only for others to enjoy the shade.

But today, she intended to divorce him.

Because she was dying.

She no longer had the energy to continue this struggle.

Bianca Carroll neatly arranged the divorce papers in front of her and dialed Darren Gordon's number. It rang for two minutes before he answered, "Where are you?"

Darren Gordon, staying in another villa with another woman,frowned upon receiving the call. His face expressionless, he lied, "At the office."

She replied with a sarcastic smile, "Or perhaps with your mistress?"

His expression paused, and his cool, indifferent voice came through, icy and emotionless, with an impatient tone, "What do you want?"

Bianca Carroll, looking at their wedding photo, gazed deeply and spoke coldly, "Darren Gordon, let's divorce."

He sneered, playing with the soft hair of the woman next to him, mocking, "Bianca Carroll, can you really bear to?"

Bianca Carroll loved him, and no one knew this better than Darren Gordon.

Bianca Carroll hated him, and no one was more aware of this than Darren Gordon.

He smirked coldly, "Don't threaten me with divorce. It won't work."

A second of silence, then Bianca Carroll heard a coquettish voice through the phone, arms wrapping around his neck with a buss, "Mr. Gordon, who is it?"

Darren Gordon glanced at the woman, signaling with his finger to her lips to keep quiet.

Bianca Carroll, face cold, voice steady, "I'm at home waiting for you. Come home today."

"We're getting a divorce."

"The divorce papers are ready for you."

With a "click", before he could respond, the call was disconnected.

Looking at the abruptly ended call, Darren Gordon's expression changed. His eyes turned cold, he clenched his phone, and in a sudden rage, threw it against the wall.

The phone shattered, leaving debris scattered.

Darren Gordon's gaze turned frosty towards the woman beside him, staring menacingly, "Did I ask you to speak?"

Those familiar with Darren Gordon knew that he had many women, but Bianca Carroll was off-limits.

Countless women wanted to climb into Darren Gordon's bed, to replace Bianca Carroll and become Mrs. Gordon. But none succeeded.

The woman looked at him in terror, trembling and pale,pleading for mercy.

Darren Gordon's face was dark, his eyes cold and angry, he snarled lowly, "Get out!"

In the bedroom.

Bianca Carroll sat on the bed, phone disconnected, her pale,slender fingers tightly clutching the medical report, her gaze fixated on those five words, somewhat lost.

Advanced bre*st cancer.

The phone rang urgently, bringing Bianca Carroll back to reality. She looked down; it was her primary doctor, Jacob Manning.

She answered the call, and a hurried, deep, and hoarse voice came through, urging her, "Bianca, you should get hospitalized."

Bianca Carroll lowered her gaze and replied, "Okay."

Bianca Carroll sat on the sofa in the living room, two copies of the divorce agreement laid out on the table. She was draped in a coat, looking thin and solitary, her figure frail.

It was dark, and Darren Gordon had not yet returned home.

When Bianca Carroll tried calling Darren again, his phone She called Darren Gordon's assistant, "Where is Darren Gordon?"

The assistant, respectful and cautious, glanced at the noisy bar. Darren Gordon was drunk, slumped on a sofa,unconscious, surrounded by empty bottles. The assistant stepped outside and replied, "Madam, the sir is at the bar."

He asked carefully, "Do you want to come and pick him up?"

"Sir seems to be drunk."

Bianca Carroll replied coldly, "I'm busy. Let him roll back home himself."

Soon, the assistant called again, his voice somber, "Madam, the sir is asking you to come and take him home."

Darren Gordon, holding the secretary's arm, his eyes red-rimmed and moist, spoke in a hoarse voice, "Neil Mars, I think I'm drunk. Ask Bianca Carroll to pick me up."

Neil Mars, seeing the boss's staggering figure, quickly supported him, reassuring, "Okay, okay, don't move."

"Madam, the sir is asking you to come and pick him up."

Bianca Carroll scoffed, "Tell him to go to die."

Neil Mars, on speakerphone, trembled at these words, not daring to look at his boss's face, knowing he must have heard.

Neil Mars, anxious and uncertain, opened his mouth to say something, but the call was ruthlessly disconnected from the other end.

Darren Gordon, slumped in the sofa, his eyes half-closed, lips tightly pressed, the dim light casting shadows on his sharp features, making him appear even more indifferent and heartless.

Darren Gordon held his phone, fixated on Bianca's familiar profile picture. His head throbbing painfully, he sent Bianca Carroll a message, "I'm sick, feeling quite bad."

"Can we not divorce for now?"

Half an hour passed, and Bianca Carroll did not reply.

Darren Gordon's slender fingers tapped on the screen, typing out, feeling parched, "Bianca Carroll, can't we live well together? Is that not possible?"

He sent the message, his heart inexplicably racing, fear and panic jumping in his heart.

However, the next second, Darren Gordon found out he had been blocked by Bianca Carroll. The message didn't go through.

The glaring red exclamation mark seemed to warn him,signaling the nearing end of their marriage.

Darren Gordon was stunned for a moment, his fingers stiffening, his mind suddenly becoming clearer, a cold chill spreading through his body, inch by inch consuming his heart.

The feigned drunkenness instantly dissipated.

He was more sober than ever.

The man's large figure sank into the sofa, his hands covering his mixed emotions, the phone shattered, leaving a dent in the wall.

Neil Mars sighed deeply, efficiently setting up a new phone for his boss.

His relatives, selling phones to the boss, were nearly out of poverty.

Bianca Carroll's words didn't bring Darren Gordon home but made him increasingly reckless, with different women by his side every day.

The continuous scandalous news never left the trending searches.

Bianca Carroll, looking at the tabloid news, suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest. She clutched at her chest, swallowing the bitter pills in her hand, their taste filling her mouth.

She really wanted to drag Darren Gordon to death with her,but she feared he would tarnish her cycle of rebirth.

Darren Gordon had not returned for a whole week.

She leaned on the washbasin, staring at the ghostly pale face in the mirror, frowning in disgust.

Bianca Carroll applied heavy makeup, bright red lipstick, and painted her nails a striking red. Her nails were long and sharp. She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly curved her lips.

Death seemed easy; living was the real underworld.

She had prepared a special gift for him, one she believed the entire Gordon Family would appreciate.

With a cold, thin smile, Bianca Carroll put on a long coat and trousers, draped in a coat, and left the house with six bodyguards armed with baseball bats.

Standing at the door of a villa, she rang the doorbell. A pregnant woman opened the door, her face turning from joy to fear upon seeing Bianca.

Bianca Carroll looked at the woman, who bore some resemblance to her, and smirked coldly, her smile bright yet mocking.

She wasn't dead yet, and Darren Gordon was already finding her replacement.

"Bianca Carroll," said Nadia Shaw, protectively holding her belly and stepping back fearfully, "What do you want to do?"

The servants in the villa were controlled by Bianca's people. A quick-witted servant, seeing Bianca, panicked and called Darren Gordon.

Bianca watched indifferently, not stopping them.

She swung the baseball bat, smashing it against a nearby vase, her gaze cold as she stared at the woman, "Call Darren Gordon, tell him to come and save you."

She grabbed Nadia Shaw's chin, pressing a sharp dagger against her throat, threatening with a chilling gaze,"Otherwise, your child won't see tomorrow's sun."

Bianca Carroll released Nadia Shaw, swinging the bat past her ear, shattering another vase. Her eyes were devoid of warmth, "Don't believe me? Just try."

Nadia Shaw, terrified, retreated step by step, clutching her belly, "Crazy! You're crazy!"

In less than half an hour, Darren Gordon and Mrs. Valor arrived at the villa.

Bianca Carroll sat on the sofa, idly playing with the dagger in her hand, watching the man rush in, silently sneering.

Mrs. Valor's first glance was at the woman's belly. Relieved to see the protruding belly, her gaze then turned sharply cold and furious at Bianca, "Bianca Carroll! Have you gone mad?

She's carrying my grandson!"

"You've occupied my son for so many years and can't even bear a child!"

"Are you just jealous she can?"

Darren Gordon glanced at his mother impatiently, his cold gaze lifting slightly, he growled, "Mom!"

Mrs. Valor glared at Bianca Carroll, then carefully helped Nadia Shaw sit on the sofa, her demeanor shifting to kind and gentle, unlike her harshness towards Bianca.

Bianca, leaning on the sofa, expressionless, appeared even more isolated and withered.

Darren Gordon looked at Bianca's expression, his face stiffening slightly, wanting to tear away her cold facade.

He sat down, coldly, throwing his coat on the sofa, his gaze icy as he looked at Bianca, "What exactly do you want?"

Bianca threw the divorce papers at him, "I want a divorce."

Darren Gordon took a deep breath, visibly impatient, "Bianca Carroll, Nadia Shaw is pregnant and shouldn't be frightened."

His patience exhausted, he looked at her, "Can you please stop making a scene?"

Bianca Carroll glared at him coldly, her thin lips curled in a sneer. Red-eyed, she suddenly grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it at him, cursing, "To die with you!"

The cup struck his forehead, drawing blood, which trickled down his cheek and dripped onto his hand.

He stared at the drop of blood, momentarily stunned, his eyes lowered, unresponsive for a long while.

This was the first time Bianca Carroll had struck him.

Bianca could endure, but to what extent? He had thought he married a saint, desireless and detached.

But before, she wasn't like this.

Darren Gordon snapped out of it, wiping the blood from his forehead, his gaze icy as he looked at Bianca, his face dark and ominous. He raised his hand to strike her, but as his slap neared her face, his hand froze mid-air. He looked down at Bianca, her eyes filled with wet tears, red and stubbornly fixed on him.

Her glistening eyes reflected his cold, merciless face,heartbreakingly clear.

Seeing her red eyes, Darren's fingers trembled, unable to bring himself to hit her.

Bianca's thick lashes quivered, tears in her eyes, her voice trembling, "Darren Gordon, are you going to hit me?"

Her eyes shimmered with tears, radiating a thin veil of sorrow.

Darren's hand curled slightly, his heart twisting with the tears falling from her eyes, and he lowered his hand, powerless.

The next second, Bianca slapped him fiercely across the face,the sound echoing loudly.

She seemed to put all her life's strength into that slap.

The red imprint of her hand was visible on Darren Gordon's pale cheek, his lip bleeding from the impact.

She stepped back, her face devoid of any sadness, rubbing her hand in pain, looking at him with a smile, "Darren Gordon,how's my acting?"

She boasted with pride, "I think it's pretty good."

Darren Gordon stared at her, his eyes bloodshot, a cold fury hidden in their depths, he roared, "Bianca Carroll!"

Mrs. Valor, seeing her son hit, screamed in shock, furiously scolding Bianca Carroll.

Bianca stepped back, wary of Darren's reaction. Her six bodyguards formed a barrier, and she looked defiantly at the enraged Darren, her smile even more triumphant, her eyebrows raised playfully.

"If you dare not divorce me, no one leaves here alive today."

Bianca glanced at the woman's pregnant belly, her eyes filled with malice and cruelty, lightly laughing, "Oh, your little mistress and her child, I'll kill them too."

Her eyes gleamed with madness as she coldly stared at Darren, her eyes red, smirking, "Let's all die together, a broken with its catch."

Darren glared at her, wishing he could tear her apart!

Unafraid, Bianca looked back at him, instructing someone to throw the divorce papers in front of Darren, "Sign it."

Darren paused, wiping the blood from his lip, his gaze cold yet complex as he looked at her.

Mrs. Valor's eyes brightened as she quickly picked up the divorce agreement, then angrily exclaimed, "500 million?

Bianca Carroll, your appetite is too large!"

Bianca Carroll, confident, sat on the sofa, looking at Darren Gordon, "Mr. Gordon, what do you think? Should I take it?"

"Is it too little?"

Darren Gordon's fortune was in her grasp, and Bianca was only asking for a fraction. She feared asking for too much might make Darren refuse the divorce.

She didn't want to die still bearing the title of Darren Gordon's wife.

He might, out of a guilty conscience, bring another woman to hypocritically worship at her grave.

That would be too ominous.

She wouldn't have peace even dead.

Darren Gordon stared at her silently, his eyes deep, seriously looking at her, "Do you really want a divorce?"

Bianca Carroll, facing his gaze on the sofa, affirmed, "Yes."

Darren Gordon stared intently, "Are you sure?"

"Bianca Carroll, without me, you're nothing."

He looked down at her, his gaze icy, "You can try."

"Darren Gordon, no one can't live without someone else."

But she, indeed, couldn't live much longer.

Bianca Carroll looked at him, lips curved in a cold smile, full of disgust, "Sign it. Seeing your face makes me want to vomit."

"If it weren't for your money, I would have left you for a lover long ago."

Darren Gordon felt a sting in his heart from her cold words.

Her dark eyes looked at him with a smile, "You can also choose not to divorce me. Tomorrow, I'll sleep with another man."

She looked at him, eyes slightly lifting, eyebrows raised, "A couple betraying each other, how sustainable?"

Darren Gordon, seeing her serious demeanor, believed she would make good on her threat, giving him a cuckold's cap.

A scandalous and notorious one that would make him the talk of Starhaven.

He couldn't afford that loss of face.

Darren Gordon sneered, believing Bianca could do it.

He picked up a pen and crisply signed his name, throwing the divorce papers at Bianca's face.

His eyes were chillingly cold, "Bianca Carroll, remember,without me, you're nothing."

He touched his cheek, still red from her slap, his gaze dark,sneering, "You should be grateful you brought bodyguards,grateful I didn't kill you today."

That angry, unthought remark haunted him for a lifetime.

Regretting why he had said such vicious words to her.

Why he had treated her so.

Bianca's eyelashes trembled, her heart aching like a needle prick.

Her eyes reddened as she bent to pick up the divorce papers,holding them close, looking up at him with a malevolent smile, "Next time, you better kill me."

"Otherwise, I'll haunt you as a ghost."

"I'll make sure you never have peace."

Darren Gordon gave her a cold glance, not wanting to engage in a war of words, grabbed his coat, and strode out. At the door, he looked back at Bianca, "The marital house is yours to keep."

"I'm sick of it."

Holding the divorce papers, Bianca watched his departing figure, her eyes finally welling up, her voice hoarse, "Darren Gordon, if there's another life, let's never meet again."

Darren Gordon, holding the cold doorknob, turned back with a mocking smile, his eyes filled with blatant sarcasm, "Bianca Carroll, even now, stop pretending."

"If there really is another life, it couldn't be better. I wouldn't want to be tied to you again."

Darren Gordon left, slamming the door with a loud 'bang', the door frame shaking, the door closing off the last bit of light from outside.