Chapter 1

After eavesdropping on Milo and his creditors’ conversation, I did not call my father.

Instead, I called my lawyer and asked him to look into the company’s financial situation. I then requested him to write up another divorce agreement and send it over as quickly as possible.

The moment I hung up, I heard Milo’s screams of pain.

I sneered. It had been less than ten minutes since I had left, and they were already acting. How impatient! As I expected, the moment I returned to the office, I saw the creditors pinning Milo on the table while beating him up.

Blood leaked out of his mouth.

In the past, I would have panicked and gotten beside myself with worry since I always did everything I could to ensure Milo’s safety. This fake blood, however, just threatened to make me laugh.

“I’m sorry that you have to see this, honey.”

It seemed that my calm made Milo sense that something was off, and he asked tentatively, “Did you call your father just now?”

“Of course. But he didn’t answer.”

Milo sighed in relief, and his face practically screamed, “See? I just knew she was lying.”

He exchanged a glance with the creditors, and after the latter received his signal, they shouted at me, “Stop lying! If you don’t fork out the money today, nothing you do will work, even calling the president! You’re a married couple, so you have the responsibility to pay what your husband owes! If you don’t, we’ll beat you up just like him! We might even do something else!”

“Don’t touch my wife!” Milo shouted at the perfect moment. Since he was such a great actor, he teared up instantly. “We’ve already agreed to a divorce. She has nothing to do with my debts.”

He pushed away the creditors and staggered over to the drawer to take out an envelope.

“Stella, I know that we don’t have enough money to pay off the debt. Sign the agreement.”

I took it and found that it contained a divorce agreement that Milo had prepared beforehand. The first clause was for me to give up on all my assets, shares, and management rights. I was also to step down as the company’s legal representative.

Three years ago, I fell in love with the destitute Milo.

For his sake, I parted ways with my father on bad terms, hid my real identity, and married Milo. Back then, we could only rent a cheap basement and set up our online store in the roughest neighborhood.

Once, I was robbed while on my way to the warehouse. I got a cut on my arm because of it, but I could not go to the hospital because I was in a hurry to arrange shipment for our goods. I could only ask Milo to perform simple first aid on my wound.

That wound ended up turning into a scar.

Milo always cried when he touched the scar and always swore with his life that he would do his best so that I could live a good life. He wanted to let me live a rich life without worrying about anything ever again.

Over the past three years, we turned our online store into a proper company and moved into a high-end apartment. We could even drive branded cars.

But Milo forgot about his oath and all the hardships we endured together. He started doing everything he could to kick me out of his life.

I tightened my grip over the agreement and did my best to maintain a calm expression so that he could not see anything amiss.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll sign it.”

Delight shone in Milo’s eyes, though it soon disappeared to appear as sadness. “I’m sorry, Stella. Trust me. This is only temporary. Once I pay off my debts, we can be together again.”

At that moment, I received a message from my lawyer.

[Miss York, I’ve written the divorce agreement to have your husband walk away from the marriage with nothing. It was delivered to your company. We’ve also finished investigating your company. It’s not under debt. Rather, it earned eight million dollars this season, but all of it was transferred to a foreign account, and we’re tracing it.]

When I saw Milo’s hypocritical look, I had to keep myself from laughing out loud again. Not only were we not going to be together ever again, but I was also going to make him pay dearly for his deceit.

I lied and said that I needed to go downstairs to retrieve something. I switched out my divorce agreement with the one inside the envelope before tearing up the old one to shreds and throwing it into the trashcan.

Once I was done, I sent my father a message.

[Papa, once you’ve received this message, please pick me up from this address. I’m divorced now.]