The night before their third wedding anniversary, Cary Gibson emerged victorious from a high-end auction, securing a pair of rare sapphire earrings.

He said softly, "This is for the person I owe the most—my beloved."

From home, his wife, Evelina Marsh, felt tears pooling as she watched the auction on television. Tomorrow was their third anniversary, and maybe, at long last, Cary had realized her devotion.

Cary's grandmother, Demi Gibson, exhaled in quiet satisfaction. "At long last, Cary's learned how valuable his wife truly is."

The next evening, Evelina had barely set the finishing touches on an extravagant dinner when Cary stepped through the door.

She hurried to greet him, swiftly taking his briefcase before reaching out for his coat.

"Quite a feast tonight," he said lightly. "Did something happen?"

Tall and captivating, Cary carried himself effortlessly. Even the simple act of loosening his tie appeared like a polished gesture from a high-fashion shoot.

Yet, somehow, he always managed to chill Evelina with just a few words. Her fingers paused uncertainly, and she quietly said, "You didn't forget, did you?"

No, that couldn't be right. He had purchased those priceless sapphire earrings to make amends, hadn't he?

Cary's eyebrows knitted together slightly. "Forget what exactly, Evelina?"

"The sapphire earrings... you bought them, didn't you?" Her heart trembled with unease, but hope stubbornly remained.

"How do you know about those earrings?" Cary appeared genuinely startled. He clearly didn't expect his mild-mannered, invisible wife to keep tabs on such extravagant things.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, hinting at contempt.

Certainly, Evelina possessed natural beauty—gentle features, eyes soft and expressive—but she refused to flaunt it. She dressed plainly, appearing perpetually dull and overlooked, like a flower that had ceased to bloom.

Even the Gibson household maid seemed more refined than Evelina.

Yet, Evelina gathered her courage, eyes shining cautiously. "I saw the auction broadcast. Those earrings are really lovely—"

Cary interjected her abruptly, "They're for Esme."

At the mere mention of his first love, Esme Barton, Cary's voice softened noticeably. "She's finally agreed to return to me. Naturally, I needed something special to welcome her back."

Evelina felt her chest tighten painfully, her breath hitching.

So, the one he felt indebted to was Esme Barton, the very woman who had abandoned him?

And what did that make her—the devoted wife who had stood beside him for three years without complaint, never even asking for recognition?

Unable to bear it, Evelina's voice wavered with hurt. "Cary, have you forgotten whose fault the accident was—the one that blinded you?"

On that terrible day, Esme had thrown a tantrum over something insignificant, distracting Cary and causing him to crash.

When news broke that Cary's sight was likely permanently lost, Esme swiftly disappeared, crafting a flimsy excuse before fleeing overseas the same day. She left no trace, vanishing completely.

Their wedding had already been announced, invitations sent. Neither Esme nor her family could be located.

If Evelina hadn't courageously stepped in at the final hour, the Gibson family would've been the scandalous gossip of the whole city.

"You know nothing about it!" Cary retorted harshly. "Esme wasn't to blame!"

He refused to tolerate any criticism directed at his so-called true love. "Esme arranged the surgeries for my eyes," he replied defensively. "If someone hadn't accidentally revealed the truth, I would never have known everything she secretly did for me."

Stunned, Evelina could barely form words. "What... are you saying?"

It was Evelina herself who performed his surgeries. His grandmother had practically begged her for help. She had conducted three critical procedures, pushing herself to exhaustion. Countless sleepless nights she spent tending to him, never revealing she was the renowned Sight Weaver, devoting herself entirely to Cary.

How had Esme ended up with all the credit?

"Are you certain? You trust every rumor you hear?"

"Absolutely. Esme was Professor Landen Mitchell's last apprentice—the only person on Earth qualified to perform those surgeries," Cary responded with unwavering pride and gratitude.

But wasn't Evelina actually Professor Mitchell's final apprentice? How long had Esme been pretending to be her?

Evelina desperately wanted to expose Esme's deception right then and there, but she quickly recalled her mentor's death six months earlier.

Of course, Esme would choose now to make her return.

With Landen gone, no one could challenge Esme's claims. And Cary, fully healed through Evelina's care, now held significant influence as head of the Gibson Group. Esme's timing was impeccably strategic.

Evelina had no evidence, no way to reveal the truth. Quietly, bitterly, she asked, "Then what are you even doing here tonight? Shouldn't you be celebrating with Esme?"

Removing her apron abruptly, Evelina felt despair gnawing painfully at her heart.

Cary's answer was casual and indifferent. "I'm exhausted, Evelina. Let's end this marriage. We agreed on three years, and I've endured it long enough."

Endured it long enough? How dare he casually dismiss all her sacrifices?

Three long years she'd sacrificed, pouring everything she had into nursing him back from blindness, making him the powerful man he had become.

Without even acknowledging the anguish on her face, Cary calmly took out a set of divorce documents, obviously prepared ahead of time. "Review them. If you have no objections, sign. I've wasted enough time already. I won't make Esme wait anymore."

Glancing over the papers, Evelina focused bitterly on the divorce settlement—an apartment far from the city center, the worn-out car she'd driven for groceries, and a mere three million dollars.

Incredible. His audacity was astonishing.

He'd gifted sapphire earrings worth three hundred million to the woman responsible for his blindness, yet offered a paltry three million to the wife who had saved him.

Three million wouldn't even cover the cost of one of her surgeries, let alone make up for the countless procedures she had rejected during these three years spent hidden away, caring only for him.

"If you want more..." Cary anticipated tears or pleading from Evelina.

Instead, she scoffed softly, picked up the pen decisively, and signed her name with determination.

Cary faltered, bewildered. He hadn't expected her to surrender so quickly. Evelina was an orphan—would she really walk away from a life of comfort?

Handing back the signed papers, Evelina said coldly and clearly, "It's done. But Cary, you'd better not regret your choice."

Momentarily startled, Cary recovered quickly. "Of course I won't regret this. But since you accepted the settlement, it's your responsibility to explain the divorce to Grandma."

Cary knew perfectly well that Demi only recognized Evelina as her true granddaughter-in-law. If news of their divorce reached her ears, he'd face her wrath.

And naturally, Cary expected Evelina to shoulder the blame.

Without raising her gaze, Evelina calmly replied, "I'm not explaining anything to her. In these past three years, I've settled my debt with Demi in full. Aren't you madly in love with Esme? What's wrong—can't even muster enough courage to face your own grandmother?"

Growing up in an orphanage, Evelina owed her education entirely to Demi's generosity.

So when the Gibson family urgently needed a substitute bride, she'd readily stepped in.

She didn't flinch when Cary lost his vision. Instead, she fulfilled her duties faithfully, cared tirelessly for him, and managed the household without complaint.

She had one modest request—a three-year trial. If Cary failed to fall in love with her by the end, they'd peacefully part ways.

Now, finally, her freedom had arrived.

"True love conquers everything," Evelina replied dryly, sarcasm lightly coating her words. "I genuinely hope your perfect fairytale lasts forever."

Reaching for her car keys, she found her path abruptly blocked by Margot Gibson, Cary's younger sister.

"Evelina, I heard you're divorcing my brother. That car is Gibson family property—you can't take it!"

Evelina laughed coldly. "I paid for this car myself. Honestly, Margot, you're just as brazen as Cary."

Drawn by the commotion, Cary stepped forward. "What's happening here?"

Immediately, Margot complained petulantly, saying, "Cary, Evelina is taking the car, and I was planning to use it!"

His brow creased slightly. "Evelina, hand over the keys to Margot."

"Absolutely not," she replied coldly. "Why should I?"

"You're unbelievable!" Margot lunged forward to grab the keys.

Suddenly, an old suitcase flew into the vehicle, followed swiftly by several lit firecrackers.

In moments, sparks flew and thick smoke billowed as the firecrackers erupted, sending Margot shrieking in panic.

"The car is yours—I don't want it," Evelina responded coolly, brushing off her hands as she turned decisively away.

Everything she'd used or worn in the Gibson household would remain. She wanted nothing to remind her of this place.

She quickly dialed her closest friend, Kristina Anderson.

As Evelina reached the villa gates, a sleek, understated luxury car awaited her.

Kristina's jaw dropped dramatically. "Well, if it isn't the real Queen Evelina herself!"

Feigning astonishment, Kristina rubbed her eyes. "Three years, Evelina. Every call I've made, you were too preoccupied tending to that ungrateful husband. I honestly couldn't tell whether I'd attended your wedding or your funeral back then."

Leaping forward, Kristina embraced Evelina tightly. "Finally done with that 'blind' fool? Good. Now we start living for real."

Kristina snapped her fingers theatrically. "Wait, no—I need to stock up on fireworks! Your grand return demands a proper celebration."

"You're too late," Evelina said coolly, gesturing casually over her shoulder.

Just then, an explosive bang split the peaceful night. The old car erupted spectacularly into flames.

Sparks scattered brilliantly, lighting up the darkness in a vivid display.

"How's that for a farewell gift?" Evelina asked with a playful grin, her eyebrow arched mischievously.

Kristina erupted into laughter. "There she is! Queen Evelina is finally back! Time to party!"

Sliding into the passenger seat, Evelina gave an exhausted sigh. "Another day, perhaps. I just desperately need sleep."

She had spent the last three years caring tirelessly for Cary's recovery, barely managing to rest properly. Fatigue weighed heavily on her now.

Inside the villa, Margot was stamping her foot furiously.

"She nearly scared me to death! Has Evelina lost her mind? She destroyed our car! Cary, you have to do something about her—"

"That's enough!" Cary interrupted sharply.

Exasperation lined his voice as he scolded, "Is this childish tantrum how a Gibson should behave?"

Margot quickly shifted to a pleading, wounded tone, saying, "Are you actually scolding me over that woman? Wait until I tell Esme—she'll see how much you've changed!"

"Don't talk nonsense," Cary retorted irritably, though privately dismissing Evelina as insignificant compared to his sister.

He quickly softened his voice to reassure her. "Have you forgotten Jasper Russell is arriving in Aglonard soon?"

The Russell family, among Ireah's most influential families, dominated politics, business, and military circles, making them untouchably powerful.

And Jasper Russell, their youngest heir, wasn't only extraordinarily charismatic but also managed the immense Russell Group. His slightest gesture sent ripples across high society.

Most importantly, he was the only bachelor among the Russell heirs. Every wealthy young woman in Aglonard and beyond fantasized about becoming Mrs. Russell.

"I haven't forgotten," Margot murmured shyly, blushing deeply at the mention of her admired figure.

She clung affectionately to Cary's arm, adding eagerly, "He's visiting for his niece's eye treatment. If Esme successfully heals Miss Florrie Russell's eyesight, she'll become indispensable to the Russell family—and undeniably valuable to us. Even Grandma will have to accept her then."

Cary gave a thoughtful nod.

Esme's supposed medical talent had drawn the Russells to Aglonard, presenting them with a perfect opportunity to solidify powerful alliances.

"And if you assist Esme during the operation and gain Miss Russell's favor... perhaps Jasper himself will notice you," he suggested encouragingly.

"Oh, thank you, Cary!" Margot's eyes sparkled as dreams filled her head.

But Cary's thoughts wandered unexpectedly. The image of Evelina striding confidently away, fearless and poised, lingered stubbornly.

He had dismissed her as plain, passive, even boring. This daring, fierce version of her was entirely unexpected.

Perhaps... he needed to reassess the woman he'd overlooked for three years.

Evelina spent three uninterrupted days catching up on sleep in Kristina's luxurious presidential suite.

Aside from brief intervals of nibbling on snacks, she barely moved, with Kristina even applying rejuvenating face masks for her.

On the fourth morning, Demi called unexpectedly, requesting Evelina's presence at the Gibson Mansion.

It wasn't difficult to guess the reason behind the call—no doubt it concerned the divorce.

Kristina, however, suspected something deeper.

She said, "I doubt it's that simple. Apparently, Florrie Russell, the eldest granddaughter of the influential Russell family, recently went blind after suffering a severe head injury. The family has exhausted their options with renowned specialists and is now desperately seeking Landen Mitchell's elusive protege—the Sight Weaver.

Jasper Russell himself is arriving in Aglonard to oversee the search personally. Demi is the only one aware of your true identity, and I'm concerned she might try to—"

Evelina quickly reassured her. "Demi vowed never to expose my identity. Don't worry."

Kristina remained cautious. "Just make sure the Gibson family don't take advantage of your skills again."

"I'll be careful," Evelina replied firmly.

Still unconvinced, Kristina said decisively, "You won't be meeting them looking like this."

Immediately after breakfast, Kristina summoned her private beauty team. "Your mission: revive our sleeping beauty."

And they did. After ample rest, Evelina resembled a wilting flower that had finally received sunlight. Her skin was luminous, her features radiant, and the tiredness that had dimmed her gaze for years completely disappeared, replaced by clarity and allure.

With a refined cocktail dress and minimal yet tasteful makeup, Evelina transformed dramatically.

Kristina stood speechless for several moments before exclaiming, "Cary must've been utterly blind to trade a goddess for someone like Esme."

Precisely on time, the Gibson family's chauffeur-driven vehicle arrived outside the hotel.

Asher, the family's longtime butler, personally came to escort her. Initially, he didn't recognize Evelina at all.

He stared uncertainly until she greeted him, causing recognition to dawn suddenly. "Ms. Marsh?" He stumbled over his words. "You look absolutely extraordinary."

Within half an hour, the car pulled up at the Gibson Mansion, with Asher quickly stepping out to courteously open her door.

"Is this Miss Russell herself?" Margot hurried forward, her expression instantly switching to flattery.

Today marked Jasper's arrival, and Margot had meticulously styled herself since early morning, eager to capture his attention.

She figured it would just be Jasper showing up. The last thing she expected was a stunning woman standing at the door.

With that grace and confidence, who else could she be but a Russell?

"Margot, perhaps you should get your eyes checked." Evelina's tone was polite, edged with unmistakable disdain.

Margot's mouth dropped open. "It's you?" she whispered incredulously, jealousy flaring visibly as she examined Evelina closely.

At that precise moment, another vehicle approached. Cary stepped out gracefully, accompanied by Esme.

Yet when his gaze landed upon Evelina, he stopped abruptly, utterly captivated.

Just a few days had passed—how had she transformed so stunningly? Evelina radiated an effortless, compelling beauty.

Noticing Cary's astonishment, Esme's jaw tightened, though she maintained her gentle smile. "That's your ex-wife, isn't it?" she said softly. "Since we've run into her, you might as well say hello. It must have been challenging for an orphan like her to follow you all this way."

Esme spoke softly, but each word stung sharper than a slap—acting as if she, not Evelina, was the genuine Mrs. Gibson.

Startled out of her reverie, Margot immediately exploded in anger. "Evelina! Where did you get the money to dress up like this? Did you drain Cary's accounts for your new face and that designer dress?"

Even Esme had opted for simplicity today, avoiding unnecessary attention. Seeing Evelina effortlessly steal the spotlight was unbearable for Margot.

She hesitated briefly before hissing spitefully, "Look at you, dressed like a tramp. Trying to win Cary back? You're delusional!"

In a rage, Margot lunged forward, claws reaching viciously for Evelina's dress and hair.

Quickly stepping in, Asher intervened firmly, "Miss Gibson, please! There are esteemed guests today—this isn't appropriate behavior for a Gibson."

Ignoring Asher's plea, Margot shouted furiously, "I'll rip that smug face of yours apart!"

Remaining composed, Evelina calmly raised her phone, recording Margot's tantrum. With cold confidence, she replied, "Keep going. Let's show Jasper Russell exactly how refined you really are."

Margot froze instantly, eyes wide. Her threats died in her throat, replaced by a scorching glare. "You wouldn't dare!"

Switching tactics, Margot theatrically leaned against Esme, feigning vulnerability. "Esme, please protect me. We'll be family soon—you have to defend me."

She emphasized "family" deliberately, aiming to needle Evelina.

Tenderly, Esme stroked Margot's hair as if comforting a child. "It's alright. Nobody will harm you as long as I'm here."

Evelina scoffed sharply, "Where are Demi and Elora Gibson? Since when do outsiders dictate rules in this house?"

Esme's expression turned rigid.

This wasn't the gentle Evelina they all expected. How had she developed such an unexpectedly sharp tongue?

Margot quickly retorted, "Who's the outsider? You're the one who doesn't belong here!" Turning to Cary, she said, "Did you hear what she said to Esme? You can't let her bully us like that!"

With practiced grace, Esme sighed softly. "It's okay. Evelina didn't have parents to teach her manners—it's not her fault. Cary, please don't blame her."

Evelina rolled her eyes, clearly irritated by Esme's implication.

Yet Cary saw none of Evelina's frustration. In his eyes, Esme's gentle tolerance only amplified her perfection.

Stepping protectively toward Esme, Cary embraced her tenderly before turning coldly to Evelina. His voice was cutting, saying, "If you think causing trouble will win you points, you're mistaken. It's pathetic. Apologize to Esme right now."