Mr. Beckett owed the Nash family a life debt. Mrs. Nash used that debt to make Mr. Beckett force Rowan Beckett to marry me. But even after ten years of marriage, he still despised me. He tried to rid himself of me by letting countless women into his life. I became a laughingstock among our social set, and Rowan Beckett coldly remarked: “What right do you have to feel wronged? You brought this upon yourself.” Everyone thought I’d cling to Rowan Beckett forever, and he thought so too. Until the person I trusted most betrayed me. My resolve wavered. But when I handed over the divorce papers, I smiled with relief. “Finally, I can end this farce of a marriage.” I stepped onto the yacht, the party already at its peak. In the center of the crowd, Rowan Beckett lounged casually on the sofa, his posture relaxed and indifferent. That familiar silhouette made my heart skip a beat. She sat provocatively on Rowan Beckett’s lap, her fingers gently tracing his neck. Men and women raised their champagne glasses, chanting for a kiss. Nora Nash’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes filled with anticipation. Rowan Beckett’s eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the crowd. With a slight smirk, he pointed at me and said, “Look over there, your best friend is watching us.” Everyone turned to look at me, and their voices fell silent, their eyes filled with amusement. Someone shouted “sister-in-law,” and others followed suit. Nora Nash glanced at me but made no move to get off his lap. I clenched my hands tightly, staring at her. My heart bled. I never imagined Nora Nash would betray me. She was like family to me, someone I relied on and trusted! I wanted to loudly ask her why, but I couldn’t—not here. Nora Nash giggled sweetly: “Isn’t this what you expected?” “I betrayed her and chose you. Can you love me now?” The crowd stirred again, eagerly anticipating the drama. My marriage with Rowan Beckett was nothing but a facade. He openly indulged in debauchery, changing women one after another. But this time, the woman was my most trusted friend. I ignored her and looked directly at Rowan Beckett. Expressionless, I spoke calmly: “The media is gathered at the dock, waiting for your yacht to return.” “Rowan Beckett, come with me.” He tilted his head, drawing out his response: “Hmm…” “No.” Nora Nash, seeing this, boldly nestled into his arms and gave me a provocative smile. As we approached the dock, the photographers were already focused, their cameras flashing incessantly. I curled my fingers, feeling a sting in my palm. We still got photographed. No doubt, the Beckett family won’t let me off easily. Suddenly, Rowan Beckett’s mocking voice reached my ears. “Mrs. Beckett, do you like this?” “The old folks probably won’t let you go, right?” “Why don’t you divorce me, and I’ll help you?” I bit my lip, struggling to speak, “Rowan Beckett, do you really want a divorce?” For the first time in ten years, I relented. Rowan Beckett’s playful smile disappeared, his deep eyes filled with complexity. Before he could react, I said directly, “Then let’s divorce.” These words felt like they had been ten years in the making. The moment I said it, I felt relieved. What’s not mine will never be mine. The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart finally found an outlet, beginning to release bit by bit. “Lydia, are you serious?” Nora Nash’s tone was filled with uncontrollable joy. However, Rowan Beckett’s grip on her waist tightened. Nora Nash gasped in pain, “Ouch!” Then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she pouted, “Rowan, you’re hurting me.” Rowan Beckett ignored her and stared straight at me. For the first time, he let go of Nora Nash and walked directly to my side. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Beckett.” I clearly saw the malicious smile in his eyes. He did it on purpose. He knew how important Nora Nash was to me. And he knew that by letting the paparazzi take these photos and causing a scandal, I would be the one punished. Rowan Beckett really went to great lengths to make me relent on divorce.
I calmly linked my arm with his, “Let’s go.” Rowan Beckett immediately let out a sarcastic laugh. I was used to it and closed my ears. As Mrs. Beckett, I had to be poised and graceful in public. Soon, I could end these days. Once ashore, I let go of his hand. Rowan Beckett grabbed it back, interlocking our fingers, his tone mocking: “The show must go on, don’t quit halfway.” “The paparazzi are still shooting.” I slightly furrowed my brows and turned to look out the window. Forget it, let him be. The ride was silent, and we arrived at the family estate. As soon as we entered, he pinned me against the wall. In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of the interest in his eyes. I was exhausted and softly said, “Rowan Beckett, I don’t want this.” I tried to push him away after speaking. Rowan Beckett held tighter, biting my collarbone as punishment. He chuckled, “Mrs. Beckett, those old folks are still waiting for you to have a child.” My body stiffened. His repeated “Mrs. Beckett” was a constant reminder of my identity. I had willingly put on these shackles, without even the right to call a halt, only silently accepting. But now, I could. The only reason I compromised betrayed me. I had no more worries. For the first time, I bravely pushed Rowan Beckett away. “Rowan Beckett, I can stop being Mrs. Beckett.” He paused for a moment, giving me a deep gaze. “Lydia, are you serious?” My heart sank. “I’m willing to let you go, isn’t that good?” “I’ve clung to you for ten years, you’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just let each other go.” Before the words were finished, Rowan Beckett gripped my hand tightly. His body pressed against me, trying to pin me to the wall. After a while, he suppressed his anger, “Lydia, your playing hard to get is too obvious, I won’t let you succeed!” After speaking, he stormed off without looking back. I was puzzled. Staring at his departing figure, I fell into thought. This was the result he wanted, and I gave it to him. Why was he angry again? “Bang!” A sound snapped me back. No matter what, I had made up my mind. But thinking of Nora Nash, my heart ached. My phone vibrated again. I fished it out of my pocket, my fingertips brushing the screen. Finally, I opened the chat window with Nora Nash, who kept sending messages. [Lydia, you know everything.] [Since you do, can you give Rowan Beckett to me?] [You’ve been with him for ten years, and he doesn’t love you. Why not let me try?] [Maybe he’ll fall in love with me?] [I know it’s wrong to sabotage a friend’s relationship, but I can’t help it.] [I was deeply attracted to him when you introduced us.] [I tried to avoid him, but you kept bringing him around. I didn’t mean to.] [You forced me!] …… The more I read, the more it hurt. This was the person I once trusted the most. I laughed at myself. [Nora Nash, I misjudged you.] [Since you want him, I’ll let you have him!] I quickly typed these two sentences and sent them to her. From then on, our friendship was completely broken. For a man, she betrayed me. In the end, I misjudged her. That night, I couldn’t sleep. When I woke up, my eyes were red and swollen. It took a long time with an ice pack to ease the swelling.
I let my mind go blank for a few minutes. Remembering the tough battle today, I quickly grabbed my smartphone. I opened the trending topics, and as expected, saw last night’s news topping the list. In the photograph, Nora Nash sat on Rowan Beckett’s lap while I stood facing them. The comments were all over the place: [Mrs. Beckett is so generous, even gifting her best friend to Prince.] [Prince is quite something, picking up his wife’s best friend, even having his wife watch. Impressive!!] [Prince is so handsome! If I were Lydia, I’d let him have anyone he wants in his harem!] [Don’t you think Lydia is pitiful? Betrayed by the two closest people, it makes you feel heartache for her.] [Hilarious, she deserves it! Prince never wanted to marry her. If she hadn’t used favors to threaten Mr. Beckett, Prince wouldn’t have married her!] [Exactly, clinging to Prince without any dignity! Still not divorcing after all this, truly shameless!] [No way! Prince is clearly in the wrong, and you’re all blaming Lydia? Why aren’t you blaming Prince and that disgusting best friend?] [Let me be fair, it’s mutual. We netizens don’t know the truth, just enjoying the drama.] The onlookers argued endlessly. In the blink of an eye, the trending topic disappeared. The Beckett PR team acted. There was a noise from the entrance. Rowan Beckett returned. He glanced at me indifferently, “We’re going to the family estate in thirty minutes.” I nodded. What was meant to come would come. The Beckett family rule was that everyone must return to the family estate every weekend. Disobedience meant facing the family rules. Even the reckless Rowan Beckett never disobeyed. “Lydia, good luck!” He smirked, his tone full of schadenfreude. The crowd was caught up in a fierce argument. In an instant, the trending topics vanished. The Beckett family’s PR team stepped in. There was a commotion at the entrance. Rowan Beckett had returned. He glanced at me with a distant look, “Be back at the family estate in thirty minutes.” I nodded. What is destined to happen will happen. The Beckett family rules require everyone to return to the family estate every weekend. If not, the rules are enforced. Even Rowan Beckett, known for his carefree nature, never disobeyed. “Lydia, good luck!” He curled his lips slightly, his tone dripping with mockery. At the entrance of the Beckett family estate. Rowan Beckett didn’t bother with formalities and walked straight into the main hall, leaving me behind. When I entered, he had the old lady smiling widely. “Grandma.” I greeted her respectfully. “Mm,” the old lady replied indifferently, “Your parents are waiting for you in the study.” I nodded slightly, “Understood.” I knew what was coming. And Rowan Beckett, the instigator, had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. As soon as I entered the study, Mrs. Beckett slapped me. My head turned from the impact, and I could taste blood at the corner of my mouth. She blew on her hand and regained her composed and elegant demeanor. Mrs. Beckett looked at me coldly, her words slow and dismissive: “Lydia, you’ve let me down.” “A woman who can’t even hold her husband’s heart, how can you be Mrs. Beckett?” “If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed with Mr. Beckett for Rowan to marry you!” “What a mistake!” I lowered my head, my hands unconsciously clenched. “Lydia, if you still can’t make Rowan love you, you should divorce him sooner rather than later!” I suddenly lifted my head, my gaze resolute: “Fine, I’ll divorce him!” Mrs. Beckett’s eyes widened in disbelief. Mr. Beckett also frowned slightly, unsure, “Really?” “I mean it!” I spoke with conviction. Mr. Beckett waved me away, indicating I should leave first. I stood at the study door, vaguely hearing their conversation inside. “Why blame her for your son’s mess?” Mr. Beckett sighed. “If not her, then who?!” “Before Rowan married her, he never acted out like this!” Mrs. Beckett couldn’t help but complain: “If you hadn’t forced Rowan to marry a woman he doesn’t love, would he have ended up like this?” “Don’t you know how much he’s hurting inside?” Mr. Beckett looked at her helplessly: “Don’t you know your son’s nature?” “If he didn’t like it, who could force him?!” “Now Lydia wants a divorce, just watch, there’ll be trouble…” Mrs. Beckett was stunned, “Impossible, right? If Rowan really liked Lydia, why would he act like that…” “He’ll keep acting out until even his wife leaves…” Yes, how could Rowan Beckett possibly like me? I turned and left. Walking through the long corridor, Rowan Beckett was waiting at the end. He crossed his arms, a cigarette between his fingers. I silently tried to walk past him. But he grabbed my wrist, gently touching the side of my face that got slapped, scoffing lightly: “Tsk~ just like that?” “Isn’t the punishment a bit light?” His deep voice carried a lazy smile, void of emotion. My gaze was calm and unwavering: “Yeah, I told my parents about the divorce.” He paused, taking a long drag of the cigarette, “What did they say?” I shook my head, “They didn’t say much.” With Mr. Beckett around, Mr. and Mrs. Beckett can’t make decisions. And I want a divorce, need to wait for Mr. Beckett to return. “Exactly, what right do they have to say no!” His voice was calm but harsh, “Damn, you brought this on yourself, deal with it.” Rowan Beckett walked away decisively. Leaving me to endure the Beckett family’s underhanded teaching under the guise of instructing on marriage. I accepted it all with neither arrogance nor submission. Waiting. Leaving the Beckett family, I had the driver take me to the nursing home as usual. Halfway there, I received a call from the nursing home: “Mrs. Beckett, something’s wrong.” “Mrs. Nash’s condition isn’t good, please come quickly.” My heart sank suddenly, and I hurriedly took out my smartphone to call Nora Nash. All the way to the nursing home, no one answered on the other end. Finally, at the hospital room door, the call connected. “Nora Nash, hurry to the nursing home, Mrs. Nash is in trouble!” Nora Nash sneered: “Lydia, you were so generous letting Rowan Beckett be surrounded by women, why not me? And now you’re cursing my mom?” “Don’t I know my mom’s health?” “Even if there’s really a problem, she has you, after all, she’s always treated you better than me!” “I don’t even know who her real daughter is, letting you marry Rowan Beckett!” Before I could respond, she hung up. I tightly clutched my smartphone. Pushing open the hospital room, I saw the emaciated woman on the bed. My eyes instantly stung with unbearable soreness. “What happened?” Clearly, two days ago when I came, Mrs. Nash was much better. The nurse couldn’t meet my eyes: “I’m sorry, Mrs. Beckett, I couldn’t stop her, the lady saw online…” I was stunned. “Lydia.” She called me with difficulty. I hurried to the bedside, holding her hand: “Mrs. Nash.” She patted the back of my hand soothingly, her cloudy eyes brimming with tears. “Mrs. Nash apologizes on behalf of Nora, it’s my fault… I didn’t raise her well…” “If it weren’t for her heart condition relapsing, you… wouldn’t have married Rowan Beckett so decisively…” “It’s Mrs. Nash’s fault for ruining your life…” The more she spoke, the heavier her breathing. I wiped away her tears, speaking softly: “Mrs. Nash, everything I did was voluntary, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself.” “And if you hadn’t adopted me when I was young, I’d probably be dead by now.” The more I wiped, the more tears flowed. “It’s our Nash family that burdened you… And now Nora treats you like this… I… I’m truly sorry!” “Don’t worry, I’ve told Mr. Beckett, you and Rowan Beckett will divorce, and… Lydia, you must find happiness… No need to suffer anymore…” Tears blurred my vision, I managed a faint smile: “It’s not hard at all, being Mrs. Beckett is very comfortable, with fame and fortune, how great is that.” She looked at me for a long time, then turned her head away, unable to bear it. After a long while, Mrs. Nash asked cautiously: “Lydia, can you let that ungrateful daughter come see me?” I nodded repeatedly, “Okay.” But the calls went unanswered again. I called Rowan Beckett, but there was no response either. Finally, I called Rowan Beckett’s secretary. The secretary told me that Nora Nash and Rowan Beckett went to the Arctic to see the aurora. Tears fell uncontrollably. Seeing my tears, Mrs. Nash seemed to understand everything. She chuckled softly, “Forget it, Lydia, don’t wrong yourself anymore, you owe the Nash family nothing…” After speaking, she closed her eyes relieved. I cried heart-wrenchingly. After Mrs. Nash’s funeral, the two were brought back by Mr. Beckett. At the Beckett family estate. I stood aside. Rowan Beckett knelt on the ground. Nora Nash was taken to Mrs. Nash’s cemetery. Mr. Beckett used his cane to strike Rowan Beckett’s back repeatedly. In the past, every time Mr. Beckett hit him, I would step in front of him, feeling heartbroken. Every time, I’d get one or two hits. Now, I stood aside, unmoved. Mr. Beckett saw my resolve not to help Rowan Beckett, knowing I was truly heartbroken. He beat Rowan Beckett half to death, saying in a deep voice: “Tomorrow, you two will get divorced.” Rowan Beckett lay on the ground, a trace of surprise in his eyes. Then, he gritted his teeth, “I don’t agree! Why should she get married when she wants and divorced when she wants!” Mr. Beckett hit him on the back again with the cane. I’m sorry, but it looks like the text you want translated is missing. Could you please provide the text you need translated? “I won’t let you disagree! You’ve utterly shattered Lydia’s heart. Do you really think she’ll come back?!”
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