Celia had technically completed her mission the moment she had a child with Flynn.

But her heart ached for her young daughter, and she truly loved Flynn, so she had stayed.

Now, both her daughter and Flynn had cast her aside.

The System tried to console her. 【Host, no one in this world loves you anyway. There's nothing to miss. You might as well take your billion dollars and live it up for your last ten days.】

【After ten days, I'll take you to other worlds to have some real fun.】

The words of comfort only made Celia's eyes burn with tears.

How pathetic.

She lived in this world, with parents, a husband, a daughter… but none of the people she loved, loved her back.

They all preferred her perfect sister, Evelyn.

When they were children, Evelyn would dance for their parents, and they'd be so delighted they bought her an entire house on the spot. Later, Celia won first place in a dance competition.

She thought she would finally earn a word of praise from her parents.

Instead, Evelyn pushed her down a flight of stairs. She broke her leg, but all her parents said was, "Who told you to steal your sister's first place? You deserved it."

From that day on, Celia knew she didn't have parents.

Later, she had placed her hopes in Flynn, pouring all her love into their little family.

And now, this too had ended in exile.

If that's how it was, then she didn't want any of them either.

…

An hour later.

Celia, a billion dollars richer, walked into Elysium, the city's most infamous den of pleasure.

In the grand lobby, a line of handsome young men on the left cooed "Hey gorgeous," their voices sweet as honey, while a row of innocent-looking pretty boys on the right called her "Ma'am," their voices a tantalizing purr.

It truly lived up to its name as Seacliff's most luxurious playground.

Celia strode in and brandished her black card. "Get me all your newest, hottest guys to wait on me! I'm rich, bitches. A billion dollars rich!"

Just as the words left her mouth, a hand gripped her arm, yanking her back.

She turned to see Flynn's furious eyes.

"Wasn't posting that crap on social media for attention enough for you? Now you're following me here? Did you know I was hosting a welcome-home party for Evelyn on the 88th floor?"

"Evelyn is your sister! Why do you always have to fight with her?!"

Before Celia could even speak, her daughter, standing beside Flynn, chimed in with disapproval. "Mommy, stop being so embarrassing! You and Auntie Evelyn are sisters, why are you so petty?"

"And acting like this, so pathetic, will only make Daddy hate you more."

The words were like ice picks to her heart.

Celia suppressed the sour ache in her chest and shook off Flynn's hand. "I have no time to crash your lovefest with Evelyn. From now on, my schedule is public. If you find me so distasteful, feel free to avoid me."

With that, Celia turned and walked away, not sparing the two of them another glance.

Flynn watched her retreating back, a strange irritation bubbling up inside him.

…

That night, Celia checked into the VIP suite at Elysium.

She ordered a parade of men into her room, buying bottle after bottle of expensive champagne. But she just sat quietly on the sofa, watching them sing, dance…

She threw wads of cash at them. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, fifty thousand for a single performance…

The sound of laughter spilled out from her room, echoing through the halls all night long.

But Celia never smiled, not once.

Soon, her name was trending again.

#SHOCKING! Flynn Caldwell throws lavish party for Evelyn Thorne's return! Heartbroken Celia Thorne drowns her sorrows!#

#Former Star Celia Thorne 'Spends a Billion,' Parties All Night With a Harem of Men!#

The comment sections exploded.

"Has Celia Thorne lost all shame? Is she using scandal to get attention now?"

"Look at the leaked photos, she's surrounded by guys. Does she have a death wish, playing around like that?"

"How can a pure, talented composer like Evelyn Thorne have a slut like that for a sister? Evelyn must have the worst luck in the world!"

"That bitch coveted her own brother-in-law! She should just die!"

…

The internet was a bloodbath, but Celia never once looked at her phone.

She just drank, one glass after another.

The next morning.

Celia was jolted awake by a shrill, ringing phone.

Her head throbbed from the hangover. She fumbled for the phone and answered, only to be met with her mother's furious shrieking. "You shameless, ungrateful girl! Your depravity is all over the internet!"

"I didn't—"

But her mother didn't give her a chance to speak. "You have no self-respect! Now everyone knows that Evelyn has a low-life slut like you for a sister! What will the Caldwells think of her now?"

"Get the hell out of that filthy place and come back to the Caldwell house right now! If you don't fix this mess, I'll cancel all your cards! You can go sleep on the streets, penniless!"

After the tirade, her mother hung up.

But the sharp, cruel words were branded onto Celia's heart.

She rubbed her throbbing temples, trying to soothe herself. "Celia, don't mind them. You're leaving this world soon anyway…"

Still, Celia decided to go back.

All her bank cards were tied to her mother's name. She needed to go back, get her ID, and transfer everything to her own name.

Only nine days left. As the System said, she was going to enjoy her last days with her severance pay.

…

An hour later, Celia returned to the house she had shared with Flynn for five years.

The living room was silent and empty. She assumed Flynn and Willow weren't home.

But as she went upstairs, she heard a series of soft, intimate moans coming from the master bedroom.

A sharp pain pierced her heart. Celia's hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob. Just as she was about to push the door open—

A small figure shot out like a cannonball, slamming into her and knocking her away!

"Bad Mommy! You can't go in! Daddy and Auntie Evelyn are making me a new baby sister! You're not allowed to bother them!"