Spoiled by My Ex's Uncle

On the third wedding anniversary, Viola Abbott received her first anniversary gift: a set of used black lace lingerie and a used c****m. Disgusted, she tossed them into the trash. Moments later, her phone buzzed with a photo of her husband and her sister, Lori Abbott, both n***d. Lori: Viola, your bed is comfy. Thanks for looking after Bruno Burton these past three years. Viola's hand shook. Had Lori returned? Was this a taunt? She told herself, "We've been together for three years. I can't just condemn him based on a photo." As it neared time for his treatment, Viola drove to his villa. She carried the medicinal wine upstairs, only to hear the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from his room. "Bruno, take it easy—you just recovered. If my sister hears us, it won't look good." Lori's teasing words had barely left her lips when Bruno let out a sneer. "What are you afraid of? Viola is just a dog my family keeps around. You really think she has any say in what happens in my bed? Just seeing her face annoys me. In a few days, I'll divorce her and kick her out of the Burton family. Besides, how am I supposed to satisfy you if I take it easy, huh?" Viola stood at the door, holding the medicinal wine, her entire body cold as ice. Her face was completely drained of color. Lori was the woman Bruno'd always longed for. Three years ago, she connected with a powerful foreign figure. In her quest for a better life, she broke off her engagement to Bruno and insisted on leaving the country. To avoid offending the Burton family, Lori lied, claiming she didn't want to compete with Viola for the same man and voluntarily stepped aside. On the day she left, Bruno, in a frenzy, rushed to the airport, only to end up in a car accident that left him paralyzed. To repay Bruno for saving her life when they were younger, Viola ignored the objections of her grandmother, Tessa, and insisted on marrying into the Burton family. For three years, she did everything she could to help him recover. Numerous top doctors had said Bruno would be paralyzed for life, but Viola refused to give up. She cut off her social life and even passed up a major opportunity to make a name for herself in the legal world. She packed away her surgical tools and art supplies, leaving them to gather dust in a drawer. Her once delicate hands had become rough and calloused from years of housework. But Bruno never appreciated her efforts. He believed that Lori had left because of her and blamed her for his disability. So, in the Burton family, she lived like a maid, silently enduring their criticism and scorn. She never complained, always giving her all. And all of this—because she loved Bruno deeply. But now, the moment his legs had healed, he couldn't wait to jump into bed with Lori. Listening to the filthy words from the room, Viola felt her heart shatter. She could accept that Bruno didn't love her, but she couldn't accept being humiliated like this. The next moment, she kicked open the door and switched on the light. The two people in bed froze in shock. When Bruno saw who it was, he immediately pulled Lori into his arms. Their eyes met, and not only did Lori show no guilt, but she shot Viola a defiant look before hiding her face in Bruno's chest. "Bruno, tell her to leave! This is so embarrassing!" Bruno didn't show the slightest shame at being caught. Instead, he angrily scolded Viola, "Are you even allowed to come in? Get out!" Before entering, Viola had held onto a shred of hope, convincing herself that she must have heard wrong. After all, Bruno had saved her life when they were young. And after three years of companionship and care, surely even the coldest heart would have softened. But now, seeing his angry, ugly expression, she realized that not only did Bruno not love her, he despised her. For over a thousand days and nights, she had told herself that his bad temper was because of his injury, and once his legs recovered, everything would be better. But it had all been her own delusion. Viola's hands trembled slightly as she clutched the bottle, a hint of sarcasm curling her lips. "I came to apply the medicinal liquor. Bad timing, I guess." "Viola, do you really think Bruno's legs recovered because of your medicine? Stop fooling yourself," Lori said, wrapping her arms around Bruno's neck, lying without hesitation. "For years, I worked tirelessly in a foreign lab, experimenting non-stop to develop a special d**g that finally cured him." Bruno had never liked Viola, and now his eyes were filled with even more disdain. "Viola, haven't you had enough of this act? Stop using that useless garbage you call medicinal wine on me. It was Lori's d**g that healed my legs." 'Useless garbage?' The medicine she had painstakingly developed—so valuable that it couldn't even be bought on the market—was the only reason Bruno was standing. Without it, he'd still be bedridden. But now, he dismissed her medicine as worthless and reduced her years of care to a charade. A bitter smile played at the corner of Viola's lips, and her tear-filled eyes brimmed with heartache. "This is the final treatment. You won't need to apply it anymore after today," Viola said, her gaze fixed on him. This final application was all that was crucial for full recovery. If he didn't finish the treatment, the effects of the medicine would wear off, and Bruno would be paralyzed again... Despite the pain she felt, she reminded him out of a sense of duty and gratitude for saving her life. But Lori nuzzled closer to Bruno, cooing, "Bruno, your leg has only just recovered. Using those random stuff might cause a relapse." Upon hearing this, Bruno jumped out of bed and towered over Viola. With a single swipe, he knocked the medicine box from her hands. "Viola, do you really want to see me suffer? Get out! From now on, don't ever show your face here again!" A chill swept through Viola's body, and an ominous feeling took hold. As expected, the next second, Bruno pulled a divorce agreement from the drawer and threw it in her face. "Since you've already seen this, I won't bother pretending anymore. Here's the divorce agreement. I've signed it. Now sign it and leave." Viola's hands shook as she took the papers and quickly skimmed through them. The reasons listed were absurd: Three years without bearing a child, failure to care for her husband, disrespecting his parents, jealousy... The only thing missing was probably an accusation of infidelity. Any hope Viola had left died when she saw the divorce papers. "Leaving with nothing?" she bit her lip and demanded, "Bruno, on what grounds?"