Chapter Two: Requesting a Divorce
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I walked up to the housekeeper, the only person in the villa who, although he hadn’t been particularly nice to me, didn’t deliberately seek to find fault in everything I did.
Summoning courage, I approached him and said, “Please tell Ethan I want a divorce.”
The housekeeper was obviously taken aback. No one knew better than him how much Alexandra loved Ethan. She would often call him to remind Ethan to eat and send him food whenever she could.
Now, hearing her say she wanted a divorce, the housekeeper was shocked; he never believed she would be the one to initiate it. However, he understood her feelings. As the lady of the house, even the newest maid could talk down to her, and nothing would be done about it. “She finally couldn’t bear it any longer,” the housekeeper thought.
However, he didn’t let his surprise show on his face. He quickly called Ethan and reported the situation to him, then relayed Ethan's words back to Alexandra.
“Madam, he told you to wait for him. He will be here in fifteen minutes.”
Hearing this, Alexandra’s heart leapt for joy. Deep down, she probably still couldn’t let go of Ethan; after all, she had loved him for so many years.
However, when Ethan finally arrived, all of her anticipation turned into sorrow and bitter disappointment. He did not come alone. Yes, he brought along a man and a woman. The man was Ethan’s lawyer, a familiar face to Alexandra, but the woman was someone she had never seen before. The woman walked confidently beside Ethan, her arm linked with his, engaging him in quiet conversation.
“This woman must be Susan,” Alexandra thought. As they approached, Ethan finally looked up to address her.
“I heard you were making a fuss. I came with Susan because I didn’t want to leave her alone,” he said.
Once again, I smiled bitterly. It turned out that he thought all I was doing was causing a scene.
I looked straight into his eyes and said, “I want a divorce.”
“Are you sure about it? Anyway, I’m busy, that’s why I brought the lawyer. Just tell him your terms, sign the agreement, and then we’ll pick a date to visit the civil affairs bureau,” Ethan replied. He then walked away, still linked arm-in-arm with Susan. Susan hadn’t said a word the entire time, but Alexandra could see a smug and mocking expression in her eyes.
Her heart took another hit. He didn’t even appear the least bit distressed. He handed everything off to the lawyer so he could return to Susan.
At that moment, Alexandra truly let go of any remaining hope she had for this man. The lawyer looked at her and took out a document from his files, handing it to her. “Please read the terms of the agreement carefully and then sign,” he said.
With slightly trembling hands, I took the document, looked through it, and saw that he was offering a hundred thousand dollars as compensation, given that we had signed a prenuptial agreement before getting married.
I looked the lawyer in the eye and said, “I don’t want the money. Tell him to arrive at the civil affairs bureau on time on Monday.” I then walked out, holding my head high. It wasn’t worth feeling bad for a scumbag.
Standing in front of the villa, shivering from the cold wind, I thought about where to go next. I had been foolish back then; my father and three brothers had warned me about Ethan, but I didn’t listen. I was blinded by love and cut off all contact with them. Now that I had finally been thrown out, I didn’t have the courage to seek them.
Finally, I remembered someone I hadn’t called in over two years: Liam Ryder, my childhood friend and business partner. In college, we had founded a business firm together, but after getting married, I stopped contributing to our jointly-owned business. Liam didn’t blame me, although he was unhappy with the situation. He felt I should utilize my skills and intelligence rather than let them go to waste because of a man. One day, however, I completely cut off contact with him because Ethan saw us talking and casually mentioned that he didn’t like it. Recalling those days made me feel like hitting my head against a wall. I had never felt so foolish.
Summoning what little courage I had left, I picked up my phone to call Liam, fearing his reaction. “Hel… hello,” I stammered. Liam’s voice came through the line. “Lexi?”
“Yes, it’s me. Liam, I’m sorry…” I didn’t finish my sentence before Liam cut me off.
“What?! Lexi, you called? Did the sun rise in the west today?” Liam sounded exhilarated. Surprised by his lack of anger, I told him, “I’m getting a divorce. I left his house today, and now I don’t have a place to stay.”
“What?! You got a divorce?” Liam was stunned. “Alright, where are you? Let me come get you.” After I described my location, I hung up.
After hanging up, Liam stared at his phone, still not believing what he had just heard. He muttered under his breath, “If she’s getting a divorce… does it mean I have a chance now?”
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