The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Countless painful memories flooded back, leaving Roza in turmoil. She was so upset that she walked over to the refrigerator,
grabbed a bottle of ice water, and chugged it down to calm herself. Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the changing room.
Roza jumped in surprise and quickly rushed to the door, knocking anxiously.
"Mrs. Iverson? Are you okay? Mrs. Iverson?!"
Roza felt her heart drop when she didn't hear a response. Without hesitation, she forced the door open and hurried into the
room.
"Mrs. Iverson!"
In the changing room, Coral had passed out while changing. She was lying unconscious on the floor with her upper body
exposed.
To Roza's shock, Coral's back was heavily marked with old bruises and healed wounds.
After a moment of disbelief, Roza swiftly removed her jacket, wrapped it around Coral, and gently lifted her while trying to rouse
her by pinching her philtrum.
"Mrs. Iverson! Can you hear me?"
Coral slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes were dazed and unfocused.
Roza let out a sigh of relief and anxiously asked, "Mrs. Iverson, what happened to your body?!"
Tears welled up in Coral's eyes as she turned away, unable to meet Roza's sharp gaze.
"Did you get abused? Did James hit you?!" Roza's eyes blazed with anger, barely able to contain her fury.
"Ms. Walker, this is just something personal. Please don't ask," Corat said as she quickly got dressed. "I'll send you the money
later, and my assistant will grab the clothes. I'm sorry for troubling you!"
Roza called out to Coral's retreating figure, "Mrs. Iverson! Abuse doesn't just happen once. It happens over and over again! You
know better than anyone how you endured all these years of humiliation and pain!"
She continued, "Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with such a beastly hypocrite? Even if you can bear it, how
much longer can your body hold up? Do you want to be beaten to death by him?!"

"What can I do?! Do I have a choice?!" Coral finally broke down, unable to contain the long-suppressed anger and resentment in
her heart. "I can barely stay alive now, but if I resist, only be left with a dead end!"
"Nonsense!" Roza was deeply triggered by the abuse, causing her to shout hoarsely, "If you don't fight back, you'll be in real
danger! Mrs. Iverson, you can still turn back now, as long as you..." Before she could finish, the door slammed shut.
Roza stood there, her expression frozen, seething with anger. An idea came to her mind.
As soon as Coral's car left the front yard of the studio, a luxurious sedan immediately took its place.
Despite the available parking spots, this car boldly parked right in front of the entrance.
"Oh my, what an awful location that little bitch chose! It's so remote, and the journey was a nightmare!"
A woman wearing a pink lace dress stepped out of the vehicle with a look of contempt on her face. It was Wendy, Roza's
stepsister.
"Isn't it because the housing prices in this area are so cheap? That bitch is trying to save money for herself."
Right after that, a woman in her forties with elegant attire, a stern expression, and raised eyebrows emerged. It was Wendy's
mother, Regina Walker.
Regina said, "The so-called renowned designer is just a title she uses to elevate her status. She's just looking for a wealthy
husband to secure her future. If news gets out about her status as the illegitimate daughter, nobody will want anything to do with
her. Marry her? It would tarnish the family name and bring them shame."