Ex-Wife's Revenge: I Marry My Best Friend

With a loud shattering sound, my husband, Timothy Yance, crushed the wine glass he was holding. The crimson liquid inside splattered onto his expensive tailored suit, along with the glass shards, leaving him looking quite the mess.

A dead silence descended upon the entire hall as everyone's attention turned toward us.

Nonetheless, I was unfazed. Letting out a tinkling laugh, I raised my wine glass in Timothy's direction and met his blazing eyes.

"Mr. Yance, it looks like I need to congratulate you and wish you a happy marriage in advance. I certainly don't want an unclean man. There's also no need to continue with today's wedding anniversary party."

With that said, I turned to leave.

However, a hand suddenly clamped down onto my wrist tightly and yanked me back.

Timothy's knuckles were white from the force of his grip, as though he wanted to crush my bones.

"Rosalie Quinton!" he snapped through gritted teeth, his eyes completely bloodshot. The usual elegant and poised expression he had was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a fierce scowl replaced his handsome features. "Are you trying to turn the Yance family into the laughingstock of society?"

"Mr. Yance." Calvin Solt, my best friend, easily knocked Timothy aside. The amusement in his eyes disappeared as an undeniable air of authority exploded from him. "You laid a hand on someone who's mine. Did you ask for my permission first?"

Timothy's gaze darted between Calvin and I.

Nonetheless, I ignored his furious gaze and looked past his shoulder at Selina Sunther, his "best female friend who's just like one of the boys".

She was standing nearby, wearing a fake expression of concern, showing just enough worry and innocence to look convincing. Still, I didn't miss the smug satisfaction lurking in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

In my previous life, she had used this exact expression to deceive everyone, resulting in my death.

Withdrawing my gaze, I turned to look calmly at Timothy. "Let's divorce."

Timothy was briefly taken aback, but then he let out a chilly laugh.

"Divorce?" His jaw was clenched tightly, arrogance practically dripping from his every word. "Rosalie Quinton, are there a few screws loose in your head? If you leave me, that lousy restoration studio of yours won't last for more than three months before shutting down!"

He still thought I was the same Rosalie who couldn't live without him, that he could still control every aspect of my life.

I didn't bother arguing with him. I merely pulled off the diamond ring on my ring finger.

In my previous life, I had thrown it to the ground in a fit of rage. This time, however, I was strangely calm.

Once, I had treated the ring like it was the most precious treasure in the world. After all, Timothy had personally slipped it onto my finger when he proposed to me back then. At the time, he had said that it symbolized his promise to me of an eternity together.

How ironic.

"Then let's see who's going to be the first to beg the other."

I raised my head and met his bewildered gaze.

Then, I didn't spare him another glance as I turned and hooked my arm through Calvin's.

Calvin immediately understood my intention and led me away from there, ignoring the countless flashing lights and murmurs from the crowd.

Behind us, Timothy's face was as dark as a thundercloud.