CHAPTER 2

I was Mrs. Mike's niece, so I stayed and enjoyed a good family dinner with the Mikes.

Kalus was the only one with a frown. He had no appetite because Amara left with Frank Denz.

She did not even pack anything with her, nor did she take his $20 million settlement or the villa.

"Where's Amara? Why didn't she come down to dinner?" Gregory Mike, Kalus's father, asked in shock.

We've already signed the divorce papers." Kalus lowered his eyes and spoke, "I will proceed with the divorce as soon as possible."

Gregory was taken aback. "Divorce? Why?"

"Oh, Greg, I've told you ages ago that Kalus and Amara are not a good match. Your father organized their wedding.".

Kalus's stepmother, Zera Zapper, sighed and continued, "This poor girl suffered for three years. Now they could both have their own life, since she is ready to let go of Kalus. This is genuinely a good deal for them. You know, Kalus had always loved Lydia."

"Marriage is no game, Kalus. Amara is too.".

"Dad, we got the divorce documents signed, and Amara has already left." Kalus furrowed his brow in irritation.

"Great, I did not think that country girl was brave enough to leave." Bethany Mike, Kalus's half-sister, snorted. "Is she going to play the pity card? Is she going to go around informing everyone that our family was rude to her?"

Kalus was infuriated on hearing this.

"Kalus, you're too reckless. Your grandfather is still ill. How are you going to tell him this without agitating him?" Gregory did not want to agitate his father and was slightly apprehensive.

"I'll just tell Grandpa the truth. I will also make my marriage announcement with Lydia next month."

Lydia looked at the good-looking side profile of the man, completely smitten.

"That's absurd! Your reputation will be ruined if anyone discovers that you deserted your three-year wife!"

"I never cared about my reputation, and I never cared about Amara." Kalus was adamant. He felt no trace of guilt.

"Uncle Greg, don't blame Kalus. It's all my fault."

Lydia leaned her head against Kalus's broad shoulders and continued, "I shouldn't have come back to Kalus… I will go back to Meridan tomorrow morning. Kalus, you must go back to Amara. I don't wish to be the one to ruin you…"

"Lydia, this has nothing to do with you.".

Kalus's eyes darkened as he clasped her delicate hand and spoke, "Amara and I are done. You've waited three years for me patiently, so I won't make you wait another day."

The night air was cool and refreshing.

Frank took Dera on a yacht down the Moon River to enjoy the city's beautiful night skyline.

"Ash, are you rubbing it in my face?!

Dera looked at the couples around her, frowning. "This is a dating hotspot! I don't even have the guts to come here because of all the PDA."

"Oh? Well, you can thank your second brother for that. He informed me that he would set off fireworks here at 8:00 p.m. sharp."

Frank elegantly raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Five, four, three, two, one…"

"Boom!"

A huge display of purple and red fireworks bloomed in the sky.

All the young couples on the deck gradually gathered on the riverbank.

“This is so lame.” Dera clicked her tongue and shook her head, but she was touched.

“Think about all the weird gifts you’ve received from him over the years. This is quite an improvement.”

Frank put an arm around his sister's shoulder and pulled her to him. "You have more presents lying around in your room. Dera, there are many people who care and love you, so you should be focusing on that instead."

Dera got a stinging sensation in her nose suddenly. She was touched by her brothers' words of encouragement.

A black Maybach at this point stopped on the roadside.

Kalus took Lydia's hand and stepped out of the car. It was chilly at night, so Lydia wrapped herself around Kalus's chest.

"Wow, those fireworks are beautiful! Kalus, look!"

Lydia was always so cute and innocent in front of Kalus, which he liked most about her.

As for Amara, she was just so boring. Kalus did not like her at all.

Throughout her past three years of marriage, the only plus was that she listened and listened.

But to Kalus, that was nothing because he loved Lydia.

Kalus and Lydia walked over towards the railing and saw that the fireworks read "Happy Birthday!".

"Oh, someone's birthday! I wish I were lucky enough to have received such a gift." Lydia sighed with envy.

Kalus narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line. He was a little annoyed.

It was Amara's birthday. Did Frank make this fireworks party for her?

Suddenly, a familiar and sweet voice rang in Kalus's ears.

A yacht passed before them, and Kalus saw the wonderful couple that stood on the deck. It was Amara and Frank.

"Huh? Isn't that Amara? Who is the guy next to her? He looks really familiar. They also look very close," Lydia said innocently.

Kalus's face darkened. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging from holding the railing too tightly.

He taunted, 'I told you so! We have not signed the divorce, but that woman could not help running into another man's arms! Why did she cry so Pathetically this afternoon then?'

The yacht made two turns around the bay and came ashore.

When the crowd had dispersed, Frank placed his arm around the waist of Dera and led her down the stairs.

"Amara Kol!"

As soon as he uttered the word, Dera's body stiffened.

She slowly turned her head and watched Kalus walk towards her under the dim street lamp. His handsome face continued to give her a shock each time.

But none the less, her 13 years long dedication to him came to an end. Kalus had completely shattered her heart.

"Who is this?"

Kalus's face was unyielding and suppressive.

"Mr. Mike, it seems you have a poor memory."

Frank hugged his sister tightly and smiled handsomely. “We’ve met more than once, being rivals in the industry.”

“Amara, answer my question.” Kalus ignored Frank and pressed forward.

“We are divorced, Mr. Mike. Who this gentleman is has nothing to do with you,” Dera retorted in a cold voice.

Kalus looked shocked. He could not believe that the submissive Amara would talk to him in such an indifferent tone.

We aren't even divorced yet, and you can't even wait for another man?" Frank thought to himself, 'How could this obnoxious man be so justified while he had been the first to commit infidelity?!'

Frank's expression darkened. As he prepared to take a step forward, Dera pulled him back.

Kalus being frustrated by witnessing this, felt all the more disturbed because she came to defend another man.

"Mr. Mike, we are not yet officially divorced, but you could not wait to have your sweetheart home. I did not even utter a word about that, so what right do you have to keep me from being with another person?"

Dera's dark hair ruffled in the breeze. Her red mouth curled into a snarl, yet she was so stunningly beautiful. Kalus had never seen her so unruly and daring.

Dera continued, "Don't you think that's a double standard?"

Kalus was speechless.

Lydia, who lost sight of Kalus, finally caught up with her. She was angry when she saw Kalus and Amara together, so she stomped her high heels and sprained her ankle by accident.

She rolled around on the floor and cried out. "Ah! Kalus! My feet hurt so much!"

Kalus woke up and turned in a frantic dash to help Lydia rise from the floor.

In turning around, Dera and Frank were nowhere to be seen.