When the word "divorce" left her lips, Rebecca let out a long breath.

Seven years - she had loved him for seven whole years! She had risked her life to save him, loved him with all her might, only to end up battered and broken.

She didn't want to stay with a man who didn't love her anymore.

Zachary's cheek stung. He stared at Rebecca in shock.

How dare Rebecca slap him? And even bring up divorce?

Zachary pressed his thin lips together, lowering his voice, "Rebecca, stop playing these tiresome games."

Rebecca looked straight into his eyes, her face resolute, "I'm serious. I want a divorce."

"Are you sure about this?" Zachary raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

He should be happy Rebecca agreed to divorce. He had promised Danielle he would marry her.

But for some reason, his heart felt heavy and inexplicably irritated.

"Yes, I'm sure." Rebecca dug her nails into her palms, holding back tears while maintaining a calm appearance, "Let's get divorced - it's exactly what you wanted."

Rebecca looked at the man she had loved for years. He stood there in his tailored suit, tall and handsome. Once, she had fallen for him countless times. Now, she felt only numbness and exhaustion.

"You're crazy. Do whatever you want." Zachary snapped irritably, giving her a cold glance before slamming the door on his way out.

He figured this was just another one of her moods. She'd come around in a few days, right? After all, hadn't she moved heaven and earth to marry him? Surely she wouldn't throw it all away now.

Once alone, Rebecca limped out of the hospital, his words echoing in her head. Crazy? Maybe she was—crazy for thinking she could make a man who didn't love her fall for her.

She remembered how her entire family had begged her not to marry Zachary. They'd warned her about trying to spend the rest of her life with someone who didn't love her. But she'd been stubborn, even when her actions landed her father in the hospital.

The Harpers were Linchester's wealthiest family, renowned in the medical world. Rebecca could have lived a charmed life as their princess. Instead, she'd given it all up to be Zachary's unwanted wife.

Back then, she'd foolishly believed that Zachary's willingness to marry her meant something. That with enough love and patience, she could melt his heart. God, how naive she'd been!

Lost in memories, tears streamed down Rebecca's face. Passersby stared, but she was too caught up in her grief to notice.

Suddenly, something crossed her mind. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number - one she had memorized but never dared to call.

"Dad, I regret it..." Her voice trembled as she spoke, tears falling like rain, "You were right. Marrying someone who doesn't love me only leads to tragedy. Zachary and I are getting divorced. I want to come home..."

"Sweetheart, I'm so glad you've come to your senses! When are you coming home? I can't wait for you to take over the family business."

Her father's gentle voice broke the last of her composure. Sobbing, she managed to choke out, "Dad, I just need a little more time. I'll be home soon, I promise."

Back at the villa she shared with Zachary, Rebecca found herself alone in the vast, empty space. On a nearby table sat their wedding photo, once her most prized possession. Without hesitation, she yanked it out of its frame, ripped it to shreds, and tossed it in the trash.

If she was going to make a clean break, she had to be thorough. This time, there'd be no going back. Zachary wanted Danielle? Fine. She'd step aside and let them have each other.

*****

A few days later, Rebecca almost recovered from her injuries. She finished packing her belongings, left the signed divorce papers on the bed, and walked out of the villa with her suitcase.

Just as she stepped outside the villa, a flashy Koenigsegg screeched to a halt in front of her. Even in this wealthy neighborhood, the car turned heads. A handsome man hopped out, grinning at Rebecca. "Miss Harper, congratulations on your divorce! I've been waiting for this day!"

"Matthew, how'd you hear so fast?" Rebecca asked, surprised.

Matthew, Rebecca's self-appointed sidekick since she once saved his life, shrugged. "I've been hoping you'd get divorced! Becca! I brought your favorite car. Wanna do something wild?" Matthew waggled his eyebrows, nodding at the Koenigsegg.

Rebecca grinned. "Let's go!"

She yanked open the car door and jumped into the driver's seat. With one hand on the steering wheel, she slammed on the gas, and the car shot forward.

Soon, they pulled up at a nightclub. Now that she was divorced, Rebecca was determined to reclaim her wasted years.

Inside, Matthew was quickly whisked away by some girls. Rebecca made her way to the dance floor. It was a good thing she picked this little black dress that hugged her curves and these sleek heels, despite her still-healing ankle, to celebrate her regaining freedom.

With her cascading curls and striking features, Rebecca quickly became the center of attention.

She danced to the pulsing music, pausing only to grab a bottle from the bar and take a long swig. The alcohol dulled the ache in her heart. She might look carefree, but only Rebecca knew how much pain she suffered. Letting go of a years-long love wasn't easy, but she didn't regret her decision.

Men's eyes roved over her hungrily. Someone whistled. "Miss Harper is so gorgeous! Sexy enough to drive a man crazy!"

Unnoticed in a dark corner, a man watched Rebecca with a thunderous expression.

"So you're really divorcing?" Eric Donovan, Zachary's best friend and CEO of Donovan Group, took a sip of his drink. "Who knew your wife was such a hottie? Girl's got moves."

The thought of other men eyeing Rebecca in her sexy outfit made Zachary's blood boil.

His anger building, he suddenly slammed down his glass and stormed toward Rebecca, his face twisted with rage!