I didn't speak, I just looked at Emilia.

Emilia's already small face seemed to have become even thinner, and her eyes were not as bright and clear as when I first saw her. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and her white cashmere coat couldn't hide her thinness.

Before entering the coffee shop, I carefully applied lipstick and put on a bright red color. These days, my mood has been good and I have been sleeping well, so I look radiant and full of energy.

Unbeknownst to me, it seemed like Emilia and I had switched roles. She became the lowly woman who wasted time for love, while I became the indifferent bystander.

"Emilia, why did you tell Frederic that it was me who asked my mother-in-law to come find you?" It took me a while before I spoke.

"Sylvia..." Emilia hesitated. Guilt flickered in her eyes as she avoided my gaze.

I knew it, beneath her pitiful appearance, there were actually countless schemes.

At first, Frederic was so certain that I reported to my mother-in-law, and this must have been revealed by Emilia.

My mother-in-law couldn't have called Frederic to explain the whole situation after finding Emilia. Her intention was to make Emilia give up and disappear, rather than causing any further complications.

"After falsely accusing me, you staged another act of disappearance and suicide, just to maximize the effect of your false accusations, right? If you don't want to live because of me, Frederic will definitely despise and hate me even more," I sighed. "But you're still too young. Frederic does like you, but he's not foolish. If he just asks his mother about this, everything will be revealed."

"Do you think he would have refused to contact his mother just to spite you?"

My words made Emilia's face change constantly. I thought, "I must have said it right."

If what she said is true, I would have gone to file a complaint, my mother-in-law would have confronted her, and it would have led to her suicide. In that case, no matter from which perspective, both my mother-in-law and I would have been guilty. If Frederic truly loved her, he would definitely have ignored me and my mother-in-law during this period.

Unfortunately, Emilia was really foolish.

Emilia's lips were almost bleeding, and there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes. She seemed reluctant to discuss these matters with me, but was fixated on one question. She said, "Sylvia, I did all of this out of necessity. If you and he divorce, all of these things will settle down."

"Davin told me that Frederic married you for his own benefit. Frederic never liked you. This marriage was a torment, wasn't it?"

She sounded very close when she mentioned Davin's name. It seems that she has already become very familiar with Frederic's closest friends.

She, with her innocent appearance and lack of worldliness, was a unique presence among the playboys in Davin's group. Just the fact that she caught Frederic's attention proves her charm.

In the previous life, Tristan also fell in love with Emilia out of this mentality.

"Yes, it's true. I did file for divorce," I said calmly and indifferently, looking at Emilia. "But I later withdrew the lawsuit."

"Why?" Emilia suddenly stood up.

"You'll have to ask your good friend Kylah about that," I said, with a hint of irony in my smile.

Emilia immediately dialed Kylah's number. I calmly planned to eavesdrop on their conversation.

After the phone was answered, she asked, "Kylah, what did you say to Sylvia?"

"Sylvia was Frederic's legal wife."

Emilia glanced at me while explaining.

She referred to me as Frederic's legal wife, implying that I was just a tool in a loveless marriage.

I faintly heard Kylah shouting the words "old woman".

As Emilia listened, her face became even more unpleasant.