Meanwhile, Violette was still locked up. The maid gave her food and drink, kept asking if she had apologized, and then reported it to Hans.

Violette survived by drinking tap water from the bathroom.

Hans extended her confinement until they returned from vacation.

When Violette thought she was dying and starving to death, she woke up in her room with an IV tube attached to her hand.

Hans sat on the side of the bed with a stiff face and guilt covered by an angry gaze.

"If only you had admitted your mistake earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

Violette covered her face. She didn't want to see Hans's face—the man who had torn her heart apart.

Hans sighed.

"Violette, stop being stubborn and just apologize to Irene."

Irene appeared behind Hans. She smiled understandingly and said softly, "Hans, it's okay. Violette is the daughter of the Renault family. Of course, her pride is so high that she won't apologize to me, who is nobody."

Hans glared at Violette angrily.

"Being the daughter of the Renault family has made you so arrogant!"

Violette did not answer and closed her eyes.

"Are you going to keep your mouth shut? Fine, shut your mouth forever!" Hans angrily got up from beside her bed and left the room.

He ordered a servant outside the door. "From now on, Violette is not allowed to leave the house. Her daily food is only bread and water. She must learn to live like a poor person. Don't give her any other food."

In the days that followed, she ate only bread and water, causing her body to become increasingly thin and frail.

This made Irene feel powerful in the house, and she took the opportunity to torment Violette by ordering the servants to give her stale bread.

Violette consoled herself with the fact that her divorce was only five days away. She spent her time in her glass house.

She heard the maids whispering next to her glass house, thinking Violette couldn't hear them.

"Oh my... I've never seen Mr. Lombardi so wild and reckless during sex. Hans isn't even like that with Mrs. Lombardi."

The maids giggled.

"I feel sorry for Mrs. Lombardi. She has no idea that while she is locked up, her husband is sleeping with another woman right next to her room."