Kimora dropped her eyes, ignored the woman, and changed her shoes.

"Who rode you back?" Jill knitted her brows, questioned Kimora unkindly, and continued without waiting for her answer, "I knew that you wouldn't live peacefully with Davian. Not long after your wedding, you hooked up with another man. That's sluttish of you. Do you know shame?"

Facing such a madwoman, Kimora snorted, "Your son had an affair. Instead of disciplining him, you call me sluttish? That's funny."

"Davian would not do anything wrong!" Jill stared at her. The disdain in her eyes was distinct, "You failed to attract my son and then accuse him. What are you up to?"

"Heh..." Kimora sneered, "Accusing your son? He cheated on me, and you're doubting my charm. What could I say? Like mother, like son."

"To be honest." She planned to thoroughly provoke her mother-in-law, "I've hooked up with the man who rode me home."

The moment her voice died away, Davian returned home and heard the ending part of her speech. In an instant, anger spewed up in him, and his face turned livid.

Without saying anything, he strode up, grabbed her wrist roughly, and dragged her into the bedroom.

"Davian, what are you doing!"

Kimora angrily shook off his hand and stared at the man coldly.

"You tell me." Davian was so mad that he laughed, "Look what you've done!" He threw a pile of files at her face unceremoniously.

The papers cut her cheek and caused a tingling pain. She dropped her eyes for a glance. It was information about Zoie's car accident.

"What have I done?"

Met with her indifference, Davian narrowed his eyes. Anger was building up in him, "At such a point, you still refuse to admit it? You were behind the car accident and resort to chicanery!"

Kimora found it ridiculous. Instead of explaining herself, she snorted.

If one's brains functioned normally, he would know that she didn't even know about Zoie's return until the day the latter was sent to the hospital.

She raised her eyes lazily. Her voice was distant and indifferent, "Divorce me and marry her."

"Say it again!" In his rage, Davian fiercely grabbed her arm. His pupils dilated horribly.

Kimora stated calmly with a cold face, "Divorce, don't you get it?"

With a stern expression, he shoved her to the corner. Her back hit the wall heavily, and she felt a dull pain.

"I tell you what. Don't even think about it!" Davian gritted his teeth like a crazy beast, "I'll torture you, get you pregnant, and abort your child. You'll pay for Zoie's suffering! You won't live another happy day!"

"You're insane." Kimora looked at him coldly.

"You made me!" He narrowed his eyes that were tinted with appalling danger and extreme emotions.

"Me? Heh heh..." Kimora found it ridiculous, "Did I force you to have an affair with Zoie? Did I force you to sleep with her? Davian, you're shameless."

"Shut up!" He pinned her down against the wall and exerted so much strength as if he were going to crush her.

Kimora endured the pain and curled her lips sarcastically, "Ashamed into anger? Davian, except for yelling at me, you're good for nothing."

Slap!

He slapped her fiercely and heavily. In an instant, his fingerprints were left on her fair cheek. A burning and numb sensation invaded her nerves.

A flash of coldness crossed her eyes, and she licked her teeth.

"I'll show you what I'm good for!"

In a fit of pique, Davian yanked her to the bed and quickly bore down on her.

"Get out!"

Kimora glared at him, trying to tear his hands away, but he pinned her down.