Chapter 8: Divorce Means Losing This Catch
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Listening to her ramble on, jumping from one topic to another, her sweet voice paired with her quirky, expressive face, Keith Fu didn’t find her annoying at all—instead, he thought she was adorable.
“So, you’re afraid I’ll divorce you?”
“Absolutely! If we get divorced, I’ll lose such a handsome husband to hug, lose this mansion, no more jewelry, can’t afford designer gowns, and probably won’t get to eat French cuisine anymore… Just thinking about it makes me pitiful. It’s so… depressing!”
She shook her head, pouted, and sighed dramatically—yet her eyes twinkled with mischief, no trace of real sorrow. He’d always liked her candor, her unapologetic love for luxury. But now, those words that should have reassured him only left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Over the past three years, he’d never interfered in her life or asked about her business. Similarly, even when rumors about his affairs spread everywhere, she’d always remained calm. He never spoke of them, and she never asked. Occasional pouts of jealousy were harmless, never crossing the line.
Once, he’d worried she’d be greedy. That’s why they’d signed a prenuptial agreement.
But in reality, apart from the $20,000 she’d asked for when they first met and her monthly allowance, she’d never requested anything else. Jewelry was something he bought on a whim when he saw something nice; clothes and shoes were purchased regularly by the housekeeper according to her size.
Now that he thought about it, she was exactly as he’d first perceived her—very self-aware, even more so than any other woman in his life. She didn’t covet his money, and seemingly not his affection either.
She abided by the line so strictly—it was infuriating.
Did she really love money that much? He hadn’t even pulled out the divorce papers yet, and she was already planning for her next sugar daddy!
He’d chosen her precisely for this—her “reasonable greed” and self-awareness. Problems solvable with money were never real problems.
Back then, he’d urgently needed a wife to “settle down,” a facade to legitimately take over his ailing father’s role in the company power struggle and stabilize the family business. Besides, she was beautiful—and he didn’t mind having her as a steady lover. So they’d skipped all formalities after their first meeting.
As expected, she’d performed exceptionally well—so well that three years had slipped by in the blink of an eye. Everything had gone exactly as he’d planned.
One signature on the divorce papers, and everything would be perfect. But now, he felt inexplicably agitated, even irritable. Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the folder.
‘Isn’t she greedy for money? Doesn’t she only care about money? Isn’t she afraid of me divorcing her? Why isn’t she clinging to me, trying to get more before it’s too late?
Conflicted, his words came out contradictory, laced with emotion. “Be good, and I won’t divorce you.”
As soon as he said it, Keith froze. ‘I came back mainly to let her read the divorce papers first, so we could talk about signing when I got back.’
One sentence had disrupted all his plans, leaving him reeling. He’d never been one to force himself. Now that his mind had changed, he didn’t rush. Just then, his phone rang again.
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