Chapter 52: Divorce Agreement

Mrs. Aaron was furious. She pushed Aiden away. "Is this the woman who seduced you?" she demanded, pointing the whip at Monica. Aiden knew better than to admit it; he quickly denied the accusation.

"No, she's just my goddaughter."

"Bullshit!" Mrs. Aaron interrupted. She approached Monica. "Bitch, how dare you seduce my husband? You think I won't kill you?" Mrs. Aaron raised the whip again.

Monica's forehead beaded with sweat. The sting where the whip had struck burned like fire. She hastily knelt, begging for mercy. "Godmother, you misunderstood. I'm not seducing your husband. It's my husband and my anniversary today; Godfather was just invited as a guest."

Patrick despised Monica. He wanted to leave her to be beaten, but Hart's Medical urgently needed funding. He quickly intervened.

"Mrs. Aaron, it's true. She's my wife, and today's our anniversary."

Mrs. Aaron slowly lowered the whip. She stared at Aiden, who nodded to confirm his innocence. She snorted. "Aiden, when did you become someone else's godfather? Didn't I only give birth to one daughter?"

Aiden was speechless. Whispers rippled through the room. He swiftly hugged his wife and tried to comfort her.

"Babe, if you don't like it, I won't call her my goddaughter again. I won't have anything to do with her. Don't be angry. Let's get out of here."

Monica's heart ached at Aiden's words. Her only support had crumbled.

Mrs. Aaron held the whip. "Then let's leave. I don't ever want to see this woman again." She took Aiden and started toward the door.

A few steps into their departure, a screen in the hall lit up, displaying a video. The video showed Monica, young and comfortable on a bed in a warmly lit room. Aiden and a well-known director were laughing lewdly. This was from before she became an actress.

Another video followed, also in the same room. Aiden was with several business executives.

"This is my goddaughter," he said. "You can enjoy her as much as you want; just don't forget to invest in Hart's Medical. Even though she's married and a mother, she's still very attractive. I can attest to that."

This video was taken after Monica's marriage.

Monica, sitting on the tiled floor, watched the videos with disgust. She wondered about the source and who had played them. The hall felt suffocating; she felt as though she'd been plunged into a dark, cold abyss. She'd never felt such despair.

Aiden panicked. "Babe, I can explain…"

Mrs. Aaron whipped Aiden, then turned on Monica, mercilessly whipping her. "I've seen many bastards, but you're the first this slutty. I'll kill you today."

Monica screamed as the whip landed repeatedly on her body. She tried to avoid the blows, but Mrs. Aaron was precise. Monica rolled on the floor in pain, begging for mercy, but no one helped.

Patrick's legs buckled, and he fell. Everyone in the hall pulled out their phones to record the scene. Olive watched coldly.

No one could say exactly how the anniversary ended, but it ended.

Patrick sat in his study, smoking a cigarette. His butler entered. "Sir, this is bad. Many companies have terminated their contracts with Hart's Medical. We'll soon face bankruptcy."

Patrick smoked relentlessly. "Why did they cancel?" he asked anxiously.

"Sir, isn't it Monica's scandal? People think she achieved everything through affairs with producers. Our clients don't want to be associated with it. And ma'am Monica was always with you," the butler said respectfully.

"They terminated contracts overnight. They didn't want to be dragged down with us. There's more," the butler hesitated.

Patrick threw his cigarette into the ashtray. "What else?"

"Sir, you're also under scrutiny. People are wondering if you used your wife for money. But I'm worried about you, sir. I urge you to get DNA tests for Pamela and Gabriella to ensure you aren't raising someone else's children," the butler said cautiously. He didn't mention the online ridicule.

Patrick stopped smoking. Seconds later, he swept documents from his desk, smashing the ashtray against the wall. He kicked the furniture, a wild beast unleashed. His life was ruined. Hart's Medical was on the brink of bankruptcy—because of Monica. She had hurt him deeply.

The butler, frightened, backed away silently.

Patrick, exhausted, stopped. His eyes were red. "Where's Monica?"

"Ma'am Monica is in her room, badly beaten."

Patrick touched his face. "Tell my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. I want to divorce Monica immediately."

Monica lay in her room, pale and bruised, her eyes swollen. Patrick kicked open the door.

"Patrick, help me! The pain is killing me! Please take me to the hospital!" she pleaded weakly.

Patrick threw the divorce agreement onto her face.