After Three Divorce Demands, Her Awakening and New Life

Chapter 7 The World Went Black

Noelle yanked her foot back at once.

Yvonne pulled her hand free immediately. Her palm was bruised all over, a shocking sight.

Every small movement sent sharp pain shooting through it.

Tanner's gaze fell on her hand, and he froze for a moment. "What happened to your hand, Yvonne?"

"Tanner, Yvonne tripped and fell earlier. Her hand got caught under my shoe..." Noelle rushed to make up an excuse.

But Tanner ignored her and kept his eyes on Yvonne.

He could guess what had really happened. He waited for her to speak, ready to give her a small concession and stand up for her if she said Noelle had hurt her.

After all, Noelle had gone too far this time.

Yet Yvonne simply looked up with a blank expression. "My hand is injured, Tanner. I can't cook for you."

"Is that all you have to say to me?" he asked.

Yvonne nodded. "Yes. What else did you expect?"

'Should I beg and complain about being bullied and say his precious Noelle is actually vicious? I'm not that naive anymore.'

Tanner's anger flared at her cold, indifferent face. "Yvonne, who said you could skip cooking? Do you have any idea how much these shoes cost? Six figures. You admit your hand got caught under her shoe—that's your fault. So you have to make it up to her. Either cook the meal properly, or I'll call the police. With that price tag, you'll definitely end up in jail."

He spoke the cruelest words in the calmest tone.

Yvonne felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, leaving her chilled to the bone.

Her eyes gradually turned red.

Tanner looked at her, and a flicker of guilt crossed his face.

But then he thought about how distant she had been earlier, and his expression turned cold again.

Under Yvonne's gaze, he gently asked Noelle if she was okay, then wrapped an arm around her and turned to leave.

Only after their figures disappeared through the door did Yvonne look away. She continued cooking, her hands shaking.

Tears fell one by one onto the vegetable leaves.

It took Yvonne three and a half hours to finish all the dishes.

As she set down the last dish, Noelle suddenly screamed and jumped to her feet.

Tanner immediately pulled her into his arms, worried. "What's wrong?"

"There's a dead cockroach in the dish." Noelle pointed at the soup.

A dark object was indeed floating in the spoon.

Tanner turned to Yvonne, furious. "Did you do this on purpose? Cockroaches never get into this house. You wouldn't put this in the food unless you were getting back at Noelle and me."

Yvonne's lips tightened.

The cockroach hadn't been there when she brought the soup in. It must have been Noelle.

She looked up calmly. "I didn't do it."

"Who else could it be? Yvonne, I know you hate me because I took Tanner away from you. But I love him. Is there anything wrong with loving someone with all my heart?" Noelle's voice trembled with fake tears.

Yvonne stared at her, finding it all ridiculous. If Noelle acted this well in movies, she would have already won an Oscar.

She said indifferently, "I signed the divorce papers of my own free will. I have no reason to get revenge."

Yvonne turned to leave, but Tanner grabbed her arm. "You think you can walk away after causing trouble?"

"Let go. I need to go to the hospital," Yvonne said.

After cooking for over three hours, the bruise on her palm had turned black. She needed treatment immediately.

But she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Tanner snapped, "You want to go to the hospital? Fine. Drink the cockroach soup you made."

Yvonne's body stiffened. She lifted her head. "Tanner, are you even human?"

Her eyes were dull, devoid of light. Tanner looked at her, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Noelle's eyes filled with tears, looking pitiful. "Tanner, forget it. Yvonne didn't mean it. Making her drink all the soup is too much. Just make her drink one bowl as a warning, okay?"

Tanner nodded. "Did you hear Noelle? You're not leaving tonight until you drink it all."

"Fine. I'll drink it," Yvonne said.

'What is a cockroach compared to the hardships I'll face as a special police officer? I might as well get used to it now.'

Yvonne yanked her arm free and stumbled to a chair.

She picked up the spoon to ladle the soup, but as she stood up, the world went black, and she collapsed.