Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce

Harold Vaughn dismissed it and warned domineeringly, "You’d better withdraw the accusations and lawsuits against Vivian now, or I’ll let Eugene know you’re just a vain woman who accepted the two hundred million I offered."

Victoria Sinclair was calm as water, "He already knows." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Harold Vaughn was stunned.

The others also heard this, and their faces were full of shock.

Vivian Miller suppressed her anger and rushed to Harold Vaughn’s side, "Uncle, why did you give her so much money?"

Harold Vaughn spoke gently, "As long as she’s willing to leave Eugene, I don’t mind spending a little money."

Vivian Miller was so angry she stomped her foot, her face extremely unsightly, "Two hundred million is too much; she’s not worth that price."

Victoria Sinclair looked calmly at Vivian Miller’s near-collapsing emotion, clearly understanding where Vivian’s anger was directed.

Simply because she felt that this money was supposed to be hers, Vivian Miller’s, not wanting to give even a penny to her.

Mr. and Mrs. Miller persuaded Vivian Miller to rest aside, soothing her agitated mood.

Ten minutes later.

Eugene Vaughn rushed into the police station, looking flustered.

Hearing the commotion, everyone looked towards the door.

Victoria Sinclair remained serene and turned her head towards the entrance.

Her gaze met Eugene’s deep, dark eyes, filled with urgent, complex concern, fixed tightly on her face.

His breath was somewhat unsteady, and his handsome face showed a slight trace of exhaustion.

Victoria Sinclair avoided his gaze, lowered her head to not look at him, and her heart was turbulent, unable to calm.

"Eugene, you handle this matter," Harold Vaughn spoke authoritatively, pointing at Victoria Sinclair, "This woman wants to sue Vivian, you take care of it."

Mrs. Miller was particularly pleased, squinting her eyes with a smile as she comforted Vivian, "Eugene’s here, he certainly won’t let anything happen to you."

Vivian Miller’s face darkened, and she swallowed nervously, whispering, "Mom, why did Eugene come?"

"Your father-in-law called him over," Mrs. Miller smiled confidently, "Even though your father-in-law can handle it, having Eugene do it is different; your father-in-law is wise!"

"What do you mean?" Vivian asked, puzzled.

Mrs. Miller leaned towards Vivian’s ear, lowering her voice, "Under your father-in-law’s authority, whether Eugene wants to or not, he has to help you. This way, Victoria will clearly see her status and identity, let her die that heart, and not pester Eugene anymore."

Vivian shook her head, her expression flustered, "No, Mom, you don’t understand Eugene, he shouldn’t know about this."

Mrs. Sinclair patted Vivian’s shoulder, "With your parents and parents-in-law here, rest assured, Eugene will definitely stand by you."

Vivian looked full of hope.

Eugene Vaughn walked past everyone and went to the police officer, "I’m Eugene Vaughn, Victoria Sinclair is my ex-wife, and I want to know what’s going on."

The officer pointed at Vivian Miller, "Eugene Vaughn, is it? Who is she to you?"

Eugene glanced at Vivian, "Just an ordinary friend without any connections."

"Not your fiancée?" the officer looked confused, pushing Victoria’s statement in front of him.

Eugene looked at it seriously, his face becoming increasingly grim, his hand on the table clenching into a tight fist, his brow deeply furrowed.

The officer advised, "Your ex-wife reported that Vivian Miller committed intentional injury, but since the minor injuries on her face have been assessed, it doesn’t constitute a crime. We suggest both parties talk peacefully; apologies should be made, compensation should be paid, and as for the charges of insult and defamation she’s filed, those aren’t handled by us; she can sue in court, but the court will most likely recommend they settle out of court."

Eugene sneered coldly, an imperceptible chill flashing in his eyes, "A slap doesn’t constitute a crime?"

The officer said, "This injury isn’t serious! You’re the spark between them, you should try to mediate."

"Alright, I know what to do," Eugene pushed back the statement.

He turned, looking at Victoria Sinclair again.

Victoria Sinclair remained composed and indifferent, sitting quietly on the bench beside, as if she were an innocent girl unacquainted with the world.

She looked so gentle and lovable, soft as water, yet strong and introverted.

Yet she was repeatedly troubled.

Their eyes met, and in the exchange of glances, there was a flow of unfamiliar and oppressive undercurrents.

Mrs. Miller nudged Vivian, indicating she should go and cry to Eugene, to get him to resolve this matter quickly.

Vivian lacked confidence and timidly advanced a few steps, "Eugene, this issue was my fault first, but we’ve already gotten engaged, and Victoria keeps clinging to you; she knew about us and still interfered, I couldn’t resist giving her a slap."

At these words, Eugene raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly.

Suddenly, he slapped her in front of everyone.

The crisp sound of the slap resounded through the air, shocking everyone present into silence.

He struck with great force, and Vivian spun half a circle from the blow, falling to the ground, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

The officer hurried forward to pull Eugene’s arm back, angrily warning, "Daring to hit someone in the police station, are you fearless?"

Mr. and Mrs. Miller quickly ran to help Vivian, looking at her face with eyes full of pity.

Harold Vaughn, outraged, raised his hand rushing toward Eugene, "I asked you to resolve things with Victoria, and yet you dared strike Vivian, you unfilial son..."

The officer quickly restrained Harold Vaughn to prevent the situation from getting out of hand.

The scene was a chaos of shouting, with Mrs. Sinclair and Catherine Ingram’s scolding voices, Harold Vaughn’s angry curses, Vivian’s weeping, and the officer’s mediation, all mixed as an intense symphony.

Victoria Sinclair anticipated disorder but didn’t realize it would be this chaotic. Having mentally prepared, she was able to watch it all calmly.

Under the officer’s roars, everyone fell silent.

Vivian advanced a few steps, covering her reddened and swollen cheek, angrily glaring at Eugene with tears, "I’m a woman, and I’m your fiancée, you never hit women, yet you hit me for Victoria Sinclair?"

Eugene spoke with extreme coldness, "I’ve never considered you a woman, and I did hit you. My father organized the engagement party for you two, then you should marry him."

Catherine Ingram snorted, fanning the flames, "Husband, this is your good son, even saying such things, it’s really too much, completely disregarding you as a father."

"This unfilial son..." Harold Vaughn’s veins bulged with anger, eyes glaring as he clenched his fist, wanting to rush over.

The officer quickly stopped him, dragging him back forcefully.

They thought they brought someone who could solve the problem, but instead, it only added fuel to the fire.

The officer also lost interest in mediation, seriously saying, "According to the Public Security Administration Punishment Law, deliberately injuring another’s body, with minor circumstances, results in 5 to 10 days of detention and a fine of 200 to 500 yuan."

Eugene calmly took out his phone, leisurely removing his watch, "This should have been done long ago, what’s there to mediate?"

He handed his belongings to the officer, pointing at Vivian, "Don’t keep her in the same cell with me, or I’ll continue to hit her."

The officer was about to say you can’t make that decision when he heard Eugene’s latter half of the sentence and swallowed back his words, countering, "Really arrogant, now, get inside."

Eugene turned, unable to resist looking at Victoria Sinclair again, his deep, somber gaze carrying endless longing and concern.

Victoria’s outward calm belied her inner turmoil, clenching her fists as pain throbbed at her wrist artery.

The officer grabbed Vivian’s arm, "Since Miss Sinclair doesn’t accept any reconciliation, you’ll have to be detained for a few days too."

The elders present were all panicked, and Mrs. Miller pulled Vivian aside, pleading with the officer, "My daughter has depression, she’s been pampered since childhood, she absolutely can’t be detained for a few days, even a few hours are too much, I beg you."

The officer said, "You should ask the victim."

Mrs. Miller, tears streaming, rushed over to grasp Victoria Sinclair’s hand, "Miss Sinclair, I beg you to forgive my daughter, she only slapped you, you don’t need to have her jailed, do you? She has depression, she’ll overthink inside, you can’t do this to her."

A slap is all?

No remorse at all, just heartache for her daughter suffering in the detention center.

Victoria Sinclair shook off Mrs. Miller’s hand and approached the police officer, "Can I leave now?"

The officer nodded.

Mrs. Miller clenched her teeth, glaring at Victoria Sinclair with a sinister look.

Victoria Sinclair ignored everyone present and left the police station with indifference.

Catherine Ingram crossed her arms, squinting at Victoria Sinclair’s departing back, and quietly remarked, "Honey, this Victoria Sinclair is not your average woman. Her personality is so contrary to her appearance. We’re no match for her. Thankfully, you had the foresight to break them apart."

Harold Vaughn’s face turned dark with anger, mumbling in a low voice, "She’s indeed capable, but she’s of humble status, undeserving to be my daughter-in-law."

At this moment, Mrs. Miller and Mr. Miller ran to plead with the police, even considering spending a large sum of money to get Vivian Miller out of a few days in jail.

The officer shouted sternly, "It’s only a few days of detention. If she can’t endure even that, then don’t hit people. And as for you, do you want to be charged with bribery to join her?"

Mr. Miller and Mrs. Miller fell silent immediately.

Eugene Vaughn finished registering information and names, and as he followed the police away, Vivian Miller quickly called out, "Officer, please release Eugene."

Everyone looked towards Vivian Miller.

Vivian Miller’s eyes brimmed with tears as she pitifully spoke, "Although Victoria Sinclair is ruthless and unforgiving, and Eugene can’t distinguish right from wrong and blindly supports her, I would never hurt Eugene. Even if he beats me or scolds me, I can’t bear to let him suffer any punishment. That slap was given willingly by me. Please let him go."

The officer returned the phone and watch to Eugene Vaughn, sighing, "Your fiancée is quite kind-hearted. Brother, treasure the person in front of you!"

Eugene scoffed, put the phone back in his pocket, leisurely put on his watch, and walked up to Vivian, "You act all fierce and arrogant in front of Victoria Sinclair. What’s with the act of being a saint in front of me? Pretending to be gentle, kind, and understanding?"

Vivian gritted her teeth, looked up at Eugene, tears trickling down her pale cheeks.

Harold Vaughn was so furious his fists trembled, growling through clenched teeth, "You don’t appreciate a good woman like Vivian, you’ll regret it later."

Eugene snorted coldly and walked steadily away.

The four elders and two lawyers were at a loss.

Before Vivian was taken to her cell, she made a phone call to Sarah Lowell.

"Sarah, Victoria Sinclair has two hundred million in cash, given to her by Eugene’s father. I don’t care what you do, you mustn’t let her have a single good day, and this money needs to be returned to me in full."

Outside the police station, the sun blazed down.

Victoria Sinclair walked towards the subway entrance.

A luxury car passed by her, stopping in front of her.

She halted, glancing sideways at the man in the driver’s seat.

Eugene’s handsome profile was outlined with a hint of coldness, and he looked straight ahead without a glance, "Where to? I’ll take you."

Seeing him leave the police station unscathed made Victoria Sinclair finally relax.

"No need, thank you."

"Get in the car," Eugene said, leaving no room for argument.

Victoria’s attitude was indifferent, her tone slightly mocking, "There’s nothing between us anymore. If I took a slap, getting in your car would probably bring a knife next time."

Eugene remained silent, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, veins prominent on his hand.

"Without you, I’d still live well. Please stop watching me secretly." Victoria said, continuing to walk forward.

The breeze ruffled her hair, the air carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

She loathed her coldness, yet was helpless, as she had no choice but to act this way.

She didn’t have the courage to look back at Eugene.

The man who had loved her for twelve years, even when he misunderstood her for cheating, never thought of giving up on her.

His love was so sincere and passionate, devoted and loyal, yet he happened to fall for such a rational and cold woman.

Victoria’s eyes were wet, she looked up at the white clouds in the sky, refusing to let tears fall.

She walked with her hand on her stomach, her heart feeling torn and pained, her stomach following suit.

In silence, she blessed him:

I’m sorry, Eugene, you must be happy.

Victoria walked into the subway, her vision blurred with tears as she descended the stairs.

She stopped, wiped her tears, and walked more steadily.

In the plan for the rest of her life, she would not marry or date. The child in her stomach would be her only child, and she couldn’t afford any mistakes.

——

The next day.

Victoria had just come from the lab when she received a call from Angela Austin.

"Victoria, since last night, your mom’s been bugging me to death. She even came to my workplace, forcing me to ask for your phone number and your work address."

"Did she say what it was about?"

"It’s because she wouldn’t say that I found it suspicious. I didn’t dare tell her!"

"Okay, thank you, Angela." Victoria roughly guessed what it was about and helplessly said, "You don’t have to mind her. I’ll call her back now."

"I totally understand why you’d stay away from such a family. So damn scary, so suffocating."

Victoria smiled silently, said goodbye to Angela, and hung up the phone.

She then dialed her mother’s number.

Mrs. Sinclair picked up the call, her tone gentle, "Hello, who is this?"

Victoria immediately felt a physical aversion hearing her mom’s voice, took a deep breath, "Mom, it’s me."

Mrs. Sinclair’s voice suddenly turned wrathful, "Victoria Sinclair, you really are something! I never expected to have such a scheming daughter like you. Pretending to have lost your phone, cutting ties with our family, preventing us from finding you, turns out you’re afraid we’ll take your money! Truly impressive, Victoria! Truly impressive! I really underestimated you."

Victoria took a deep breath, listening with exhaustion.

"Mom, just get to the point."

"Our family’s poor; we sent so many kids for others to raise. Even your fifth sister Renee, whom we sent away, is making the most money, and we only kept you, the useless one, to raise, giving you the best education. Your brother didn’t go to school because of you, ruining his future. We raised you with hard work and now..."

Victoria’s mind buzzed with these words, feeling increasingly annoyed, having heard them hundreds of times.

All they wanted was money.

Victoria interrupted, impatient, "Mom, I’ll transfer you ten thousand for living expenses later."

Mrs. Sinclair sneered, "What’s ten thousand? Are you fobbing off beggars? You have two hundred million now. It doesn’t matter if you don’t give it to us, but you should at least give your brother a hundred million."

Victoria scoffed, speechless.

This was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard.

Good job, Vivian, Sarah, Renee! You’re really quick!