Chapter 2

That was the scene the girl walked in on.

She screamed, then carefully helped the man up.

"Baby, does it hurt..."

Lily was heartbroken, tears welling up in her eyes, making the man tenderly wipe them away for her.

He coughed lightly. "I'm fine."

The girl grew even more upset and tried to rush at me to scratch my face.

"You crazy woman—"

"I'll bash you too if you come at me."

I quickly grabbed the bloody chair again to warn her, my tone mocking.

"Don't you know you're the mistress? And now you dare to come to my door?"

She hesitated slightly, realizing I might actually follow through.

She retreated into the man's arms, aggrieved.

"Baby, she's calling me a mistress!"

"Why won't you divorce her!"

"Everyone says she's so disgusting, sleeping with so many men."

Asher coaxed her while mocking me coldly.

"Didn't you want a divorce?"

"Let's go then, Mrs. Ashford."

On the way there, the driver said nothing.

I sat in the passenger seat.

For some reason, I thought of our wedding night.

I had pressed the golden hairpin from my updo against his chest.

"Let's get this straight first."

"I've always been vindictive. If you dare to change your heart or cheat, I'll find plenty of boy toys too."

"You'd better hide that little lover of yours well, or if I find her, I won't spare her either!"

He had laughed softly and kissed me.

"I won't give my wife that opportunity."

Now, he and his lover were all lovey-dovey.

I quietly watched the scenery flying past the window.

I didn't hear clearly what they were saying.

Nor did I notice Asher's occasional glances my way.

There weren't many people at the courthouse, just one couple ahead of us.

The woman pointed to the bruises on her arm, accusing:

"He's beaten me like this and we still can't divorce?"

The staff member was still trying to mediate: "Ma'am, this really can't be used as evidence of a broken relationship..."

As soon as they saw Asher, they immediately stood up to greet him.

Money really can solve a lot of problems.

See, even divorce has an express lane.

No one dared say anything. The process went very quickly.

"Satisfied?"

The divorce certificate was tossed into my lap.

Asher shoved past my shoulder and drove off with his girl in his arms.

"Did you see that? That woman played around so much outside. I've been disgusted by her in the news for ages. Finally divorced."

"Sigh, married to someone so rich and still couldn't stay faithful."

"I think she's crying."

"Of course she regrets it. She ruined such a good life with her own behavior."

Everyone said I was shameless, finding lover after lover.

Still clinging to the position of Mrs. Ashford, refusing to let go.

Actually, I had thought about divorce a long time ago.

The first time I found ultra-thin 0.01 condoms on Asher's coat after a business dinner, I smashed everything in the house.

He didn't even glance at the divorce agreement. He just burned it.

Then he bandaged my wounds and said with amusement:

"I didn't bring her in front of you. What are you angry about?"

"Your grandmother's condition isn't looking good right now."

Later, he didn't even bother coaxing me anymore.

He just found men for me directly.

I looked at him in disbelief.

Seeing my reaction only made him laugh harder. He patted those men casually.

"Don't worry, they're clean."

"Serve Mrs. Ashford well. If she's not satisfied, I'll hold you accountable."

One second we were divorced, the next second the news dominated the headlines.

【Finally divorced. I'd say she never had the fortune to enjoy such a life. Living in a mansion, eating bird's nest, and still making trouble all the time.】

【She's honestly the first person I've seen who finds lovers for herself just because her husband has a few mistresses. Such a vengeful personality.】

【Who knows if she's riddled with diseases now hahaha.】

The comment section was filled with unanimous celebration.

After seeing these comments so many times, they somehow didn't hurt as much anymore.

As I was about to scroll away, I accidentally clicked on a video Lily had sent me a couple days ago.

The man sitting in the main seat was leaning lazily on the sofa, a girl in his arms.

His temple wasn't injured yet.

It must have been from before.

The girl was questioning him: "Why won't you divorce her!"

"I don't want to be a mistress in the shadows forever!"

He smiled and pulled her back to coax her.

"Alright, alright, let me explain, okay?"

"Jade has been an orphan since childhood. The only person she cares about is her grandmother. She's not unreasonable. As long as you don't go in front of her, she won't be mean to you."

"At most she'll hit me. She won't lay a hand on you."

"Jade is traditional. She can't accept an open relationship."

"Plus I understand her. She has clear loves and hates. She won't do anything to you."

The man explained earnestly to her.

"Look."

The screen showed my chat records with those men.

From the first one to the thirty-sixth.

Every single detail.

So he knew all along.

He knew I could never really be like him.

My personality clearly wasn't like this.

Why did I become this way after marriage?

Why, when I looked at those men sent to my bed, was my first reaction to run to the bathroom and vomit?

Why couldn't I, like Asher, naturally accept the deterioration of our marriage?

Later I finally realized.

Because I was faithful in relationships, and I couldn't separate love from sex.

I crouched on the floor, watching my tears fall drop by drop onto the bright red divorce certificate.

Perhaps Jade, who had agreed to that young man's proposal three years ago, never imagined they would end up in such a situation.

Forget it.

It's all in the past.

I supported myself against the wall and slowly stood up.

At least I had saved enough money to leave with my grandmother.