After the incident that night, Violet officially divorced William. She left that very night, with her body and face in mess.
With a suitcase and the signed divorce papers in hand, she went to her sister-in-law's apartment.
Taihou and her husband were utterly shocked to see Violet arriving at past midnight in such a terrible state. They immediately comforted Violet, who had been crying uncontrollably the entire way there.
By morning, Violet finally found the courage to tell her story.
Taihou and her husband were deeply shocked, almost unable to believe that William, who was Taihou's nephew and her husband's younger brother, had turned into the violent man Violet described. They both knew that young man had once been kind-hearted.
Finally, Violet revealed the instigator: a woman named Bianca, who was once Violet's close friend, jealous of her and wanted to see her destroyed. Taihou and Daniel could only sigh deeply.
The next day, the family went to the courthouse to process the divorce paperwork.
Once it was done, they decided to cut ties with William temporarily and support Violet, who was pregnant, so she could recover from the recent trauma.
For a whole month, Violet secluded herself in her room. Her health deteriorated slightly, as did the condition of her unborn child. Violet felt utterly hopeless and thought about ending her life every time she fell asleep and dreamed of the recent events.
However, one night, Taihou gave her a glimmer of hope to go on living.
She said outside Violet's door, "Even if you've given up, Violet, at least don't give up on the baby in your womb. I would gladly trade my life for that baby if you wished. Having a child is a blessing not everyone receives, Violet. You know that too."
"Once the child is born, if it only reminds you of William, we will take care of your child as our own. So, please live, for the baby's sake."
Violet opened her door. With tears streaming down her face, she hugged Taihou, the only person she could consider as a mother figure. She was fortunate to still have them by her side; otherwise, her story might have ended right there.
The next day, she tried to become the Violet that Taihou and her husband had known from the previous year.
She returned to her university a week later. Although she had missed many lessons, for the sake of the baby growing inside her, Violet persevered through life. She began to dream again. She began to smile again.
Until she met a man who truly loved her.
At first, they were just acquaintances due to sitting close to each other. Gradually, they grew closer, and Violet began to open up to him.
On the day Violet gave birth to her daughter, the man came bearing a bouquet of flowers and other necessities for the baby girl.
Violet knew the man loved her, but she was too afraid to give her heart to any man again.
Until a year after her first child's birth, the man proposed to her.
Supported by Taihou and her husband, Violet tried to revive the dreams that had once been shattered. Together with the man who sincerely loved her, named George Hampshire.
They married when Violet was 19 and her husband was 21. George was a gentle, caring man. Though not particularly handsome, his heart was genuinely devoted to Violet, and he always stood by her side.
Until Violet turned 33, fate took her loving husband. George died in a highway accident—a truck lost control (brake failure) and plowed into his car from behind, causing a pile-up.
His body was crushed, leaving only his smiling face and his right hand tightly clutching a locket containing photos of Violet and their four young daughters.
Violet fell into depression from the grief. For several months, she grew thinner and rarely ate, only eat when her daughters gathered around her.
Her hypersexual disorder returned, now worse than ever.
One day, Violet almost chose to enter nightlife and work in the red-light district again just to soothe her psychological sexual disorder.
Fortunately, Virtus Fortis (Vincent's father) managed to fill the void in Violet's heart. From the day she married Virtus onward, there wasn't a day they didn't share an intimate embrace. Violet, with her hypersexual disorder, was wild in bed.
After five years of peaceful life, death finally came for her third husband.
And now, she felt that hypersexual disorder beginning to flare up again. Until Vincent, the son of her third husband, managed to capture her heart.
***
"Stepmother... I didn't know your past was so tragic. It must have been incredibly difficult to go through all that."
Violet nodded slightly. Vincent's hand gently touched her smooth, plump thigh in sympathy.
"When Vincent hugged mom earlier, it reminded me of William."
Violet clenched the blanket tightly with her slender fingers. It seemed she still had feelings for the man named William from her story.
"That hug that night, when I felt love for the first time. A hug filled with affection. It's a pity I ended up ruining it." Violet tried to smile, but tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Her thick, long eyelashes became damp.
Her hand lifted to wipe her tears, but a firm thumb gently wiped them away first.
It was Vincent's thumb. He smiled as he wiped his stepmother's tears.
"Stepmother's face looks even more beautiful when you smile softly like usual. Let the past be the past. Your dreams have come true now, haven't they? Your daughters were born beautiful, and now I am your stepson. Even though you're not my biological mother, I will respect you as if you were."
Seeing Vincent's smiling face as he said this only made Violet's tears flow more heavily. But now, they were not tears of sadness, but tears of happiness.
Violet held Vincent's hand and placed it against her cheek. Smiling gently, she said,
"Thank you, Vincent."
Violet said it from the bottom of her heart. She felt all the sadness and haunting past vanish upon hearing Vincent's sincere words.
Aside from Taihou and her husband, Violet had never told her dark past to her second or third husbands. Vincent was the first man Violet had shared her past with.
Vincent fell silent, his gaze fixed on the beautiful expression his stepmother showed. He suddenly realized that what he had just said was incredibly embarrassing and made him flustered.
"Uh, yeah, um, well, haha, Vincent will care for stepmother—like caring for a woman. Wait..."
What did I just say? Why did I say that unconsciously? And why am I feeling so shy like this? Argh, embarrassing..
Vincent's face turned red. He averted his gaze, embarrassed by his own words.
Meanwhile, Violet chuckled softly at Vincent's shy, teenage-like behavior.
Vincent, if only I had been born in the same year as you. I think I would have fallen in love with you.
Suddenly, Violet pulled Vincent's head to her chest.
Vincent couldn't resist and let his stepmother do as she wished.
"I love you, Vincent."
***
"Vincent. Do you want to do it?"
In his stepmother's room. Vincent, who was currently being used as a living body pillow by Violet, shivered upon hearing the seductive whisper from behind his head.
His stepmother's two large, soft breasts pressed against Vincent's back. He could feel them pressing against him, filling or even exceeding the width of his back.
Vincent shook his head without looking back. He knew that if he gave in to Violet's desires, the disorder she suffered from would only worsen. Although Vincent didn't know how to cure Violet's hypersexual disorder, he at least knew how to prevent it from getting worse: by not letting Violet have sex every day.
That was his plan. But with his body being hugged tightly from behind by his stepmother like a pillow, Vincent could barely restrain himself. He was so tense down there; he really wanted to release 'the dragon' and let it fly and spray its water at its prey.
"No. Stepmother might have the urge to do it, but Vincent still sees you as a mother. Vincent doesn't want to do it with mom."
Violet pouted and puffed her cheeks. The light from the cabinet lamp was off, leaving the large room in darkness.
Still, Violet occasionally teased by nibbling Vincent's ear, but Vincent remained motionless. He kept his eyes closed, controlling himself like a statue.
After an hour, Violet began to feel sleepy and fell asleep, still hugging Vincent tightly like a big plushie, not letting him go.
That night, Violet slept soundly, holding her living body pillow. Meanwhile, the "pillow" couldn't sleep at all, his heart racing wildly from feeling the warmth of his stepmother's naked body against his back.
***
Morning came. An owl perched on a tree in the yard flew from its nest, searching for morning worms to feed its young.
Vincent, with dark circles under his eyes like a panda, put on his apron and started lighting the kitchen stove.
"Good morning, brother. You're up early." Seeing Vincent preparing breakfast, Vittoria joined him in the kitchen and took an apron from the hook. She was wearing her usual oversized T-shirt and shorts that reached a third of her thigh.
"What are we cooking this morning?"
Vincent was boiling something. When Vittoria peeked into the pot, she saw it contained potato and carrot peels, while the diced potatoes and carrots themselves were in the trash.
"Brother Vincent! You boiled the wrong part! You boiled the peels and threw away the actual vegetables... Those were the last vegetables in the fridge..."
Vincent, who was half-asleep standing by the stove, jolted awake. He didn't even remember what he was doing just now.
He looked at Vittoria, who was standing beside him, watching him with concern.
"Yeah, hoammmmm... I wasn't aware... Stepmother's breasts are so soft..."
His eyes could no longer hold onto his remaining consciousness, and he collapsed, landing right on Vittoria's chest. She stood frozen, shocked to see Vincent falling asleep.
"Vincent, you pervert—!"
Vittoria was about to shove away Vincent's body, which had so rudely landed his head on her chest, but she stopped when she saw his face, sleeping as soundly as a baby.
"Did you stay up all night, brother? I didn't see you in your room last night... You said stepmother's breasts are soft... Could it be...?!"
Vittoria, suspicious, began to deduce, and her face turned bright red from her own conclusion.
M-Mom and Vincent did that?!!!!—
She covered her face, red as a tomato.
***