Filed to story: The Secret Billionaire Heiress: Love’s Deception (Joyce & Tristan Novel)
In their three years of marriage, the time Joyce’s husband, Tristan Beckett, initiated contact with her was to ask her to go to the hospital to donate blood. To be exact, to sell blood. Joyce’s blood was sold to… Selena Price.
Tristan also treated Joyce as a stranger throughout their marriage.
This month alone, Joyce had already given blood three times, which was more than her body could tolerate.
Joyce sat on the sofa as her eyes unconsciously became moist and started to blur. Yesterday while she was waiting for Tristan to get off work, she stood in the rain for more than an hour, so she was feeling unwell and dizzy today and did not go into the office. Tristan probably did not know that she had a fever either.
She coughed and held her phone, hesitating whether to reply. Suddenly, an unfamiliar number sent her a message that crushed her last ounce of perseverance and self-respect.
[Even if you are Mrs. Beckett, you’re just a nominal wife and shamelessly occupy this position for three years. Has Tristan ever looked at you once before? He slept over at my place last night. If I were you, I’d find a rope to hang myself. You’re just an interfering homewrecker!]
‘A homewrecker?’
Joyce suddenly felt suffocated, depressed, and was shaken. Joyce was Tristan Beckett’s legal wife. She gave up her family and friends to marry this man for three years, yet she was labeled a despicable homewrecker?
Once again, her chest felt like it was crushed. All those accumulated feelings for Tristan throughout her humble days as his wife suddenly shattered into pieces.
Following that message, a photo was sent to her phone. It was Tristan’s calm sleeping face. His handsome sculpted features were like an intricate art piece that made her so attracted to him, like a moth to a flame. This picture was an attestation to the message earlier.
The woman nestled on Tristan’s shoulder was none other than Selena Price. Although both of them have their eyes closed, the curled-up corners of Selena’s lips showed her wakefulness at that moment.
They looked like a pair of intimate lovers.
Her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from the Beckett Villa.
When Joyce habitually picked it up, Tristan’s mother, Quinn, curtly ordered her around.
“Joyce, did you forget what day it is? The maids are off today, so hurry up and come over to cook for us!”
Joyce sneered and hung up the phone without saying anything.
She had been walking on eggshells around Tristan Beckett, trying to maintain this fragile marriage.
At the office, everyone underestimated her, but she still did her best to play the role of Tristan’s secretary.
At home, Tristan’s mother and sister looked down on her because of her “unknown origins”. They were mean and picked on her every chance they could. They ordered her around, asking her to cook, do the laundry, and even clean the house. Joyce, who was supposed to be the Young Madam of the Beckett family, was treated like a lowly servant. She stayed meek and obedient. She also never complained about any of this to Tristan for fear of troubling him and putting him in a difficult position.
She had endured so much that she was desensitized to it.
Regardless of how much others despised her, Joyce was still willing to persist and endure all of it for the sake of Tristan Beckett.
However, for the past three years, Tristan never seemed to remember that she was his wife. The extent of their communication was when he gave her work to do at the office, urged her to donate blood, and transferred money to her.
At this moment, Joyce felt exhausted. She could not hold on any longer.
This was not the first time Selena Price tried to provoke her. In the past, Joyce could always laugh off those harsh and mean words, but this photo completely trampled on her self-esteem.
Humiliation, loneliness, and a harsh cold engulfed her.
‘Was my three years of marriage a joke?’
At this moment, Joyce’s face was extremely glum. She had finally made up her mind.
‘Fine. It’s time for this joke to be over.’
Joyce scrolled through her phone, and without hesitation, she sent Tristan a message.
[Let’s get a divorce.]
Although she was still feeling dizzy, she knew that this was the right decision.
Tristan called her immediately. Joyce had already expected his wrath at this moment. The man’s voice was harsh and cold as he said, “Joyce, what are you making a fuss about? How much do you want? Just state a price. The doctor said that Selena’s in critical condition…”
Joyce forcefully suppressed the dizziness and interrupted his words. She smiled coldly and said in a hoarse voice, “Tristan Beckett, I’ll see you at the City Hall in an hour, or you can watch her die.”
She hung up after that sentence. Immediately after, she received another message.
[Fund transfer: $1,000,000]
“Hahahaha…”
Joyce laughed out loud as her tears gushed out uncontrollably.
‘This is absurd! It’s just too ridiculous…’