The red dress bled crimson as she strode into the ballroom on ten-centimeter heels, a blade unsheathed, slicing through the false silence of high society. Caroline was back. Five years ago, she had been the Donavin family’s laughingstock—the cast-out wife, stripped of everything, discarded. Today, she was a queen risen from ashes. "Charlotte." Her voice wasn't loud, but it froze the room. Her former rival raised her champagne glass with a smile—then, in the next second, a sharp slap cracked across her face. "How dare you touch my daughter?" Caroline roared, eyes blazing with hellfire. "The day she was born, you stood outside the delivery room and called her 'another worthless girl.' Now, who are you to stand here pretending to be decent?" Gasps erupted. Champagne flutes shattered on the floor, scattering like broken dreams. Hayden stood in the corner, tie loosened, face ashen. Once her husband, now he was nothing more than a tamed shadow, retreating step by step, too afraid to speak. He knew—he could no longer stop this storm. Just as everyone believed the end had come— Bang! The grand doors slammed open. A man in black stepped forward, tearing a document apart. Paper fragments fluttered down like snow. "By the final will of Mr. Donavin," he announced coldly, "the true heir to full ownership is not whom you think—it is Caroline Donavin." Silence. Then whispers exploded. Someone trembled as they spoke her name, as if confirming it wasn’t a dream. Caroline slowly lifted her chin, a cruel smile curling her lips. Her blood-red nails pointed at the crowd of elites: "You made me leave on my knees… Now, it's your turn to kneel." But at the peak of triumph— Sirens wailed, cutting through the night. The doors burst open once more. Three men in sharp suits stood shoulder to shoulder. The one in the center raised a contract, his voice like steel: "This will is forged. The true heir is someone else." Before the words faded, a bodyguard lunged and shoved Caroline hard to the ground. Her head struck the marble steps. Blood trickled from her temple, staining the red dress darker—a blooming datura flower. Lying there, vision blurring, she still glared at the three men. Who pulled the strings? Who laid this trap? She laughed, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. "The game… has just begun." And then— a gunshot rang out. Caroline, the beloved heiress of the Donovan family and sister to three protective brothers, was born into a life of privilege. But for love, she concealed her identity and married Hayden, quietly supporting his rise for three years.Until betrayal struck — during a life-threatening childbirth, Hayden chose to save another woman’s child over hers. Heartbroken but resolute, Caroline divorced him, took her daughter, and began to rebuild her life. Now, Hayden must face the painful road to winning her back.