Chapter 4

At 8:30 AM, outside the wedding cathedral.

Sean, wearing a crisp black tuxedo, stepped out of the bulletproof Rolls-Royce with an imposing aura.

Leo, dressed in a miniature suit, followed beside him. Celine held Leo's hand, wearing the laurel crown that rightfully belonged to me, looking every bit like the Donna of the family.

The surrounding reporters instantly swarmed them.

"Don Sean, where is Donna Chloe? Why hasn't the bride appeared yet?"

Sean maintained a smile for the cameras, but impatience laced his tone.

"She's in the back preparing."

"The ceremony will begin in five minutes."

However, when Sean and Celine pushed open the doors to the bridal suite, it was completely empty.

There was only a cancellation notice issued by the wedding company on the table.

Sean's face darkened violently:

"What the hell is going on? Where is Chloe?!"

The wedding planner handed over a tablet, trembling:

"Don Sean... at four o'clock this morning, the Donna came by personally to cancel the wedding, and she paid all the penalty fees."

"Is she out of her mind?"

Sean gritted through his teeth.

"Over a minor scratch yesterday, she's pulling a runaway bride stunt in front of the entire syndicate? She thinks this will force me to bow down to her?"

Celine offered soft words of comfort beside him, but couldn't hide the joy in her eyes:

"Sean, Chloe is probably just having a momentary fit of anger."

"So many people from the family are here today. If the wedding is canceled, the syndicate's reputation will suffer..."

"How about I step in for her and complete the ceremony first?"

Normally, Sean might have compromised out of his blatant favoritism.

But in that moment, he instinctively refused.

Even though he was still furious that I had fled without a word, he had a sinking premonition—if he let Celine usurp my place this time, there would be no turning back for us.

Sean snapped coldly at Celine.

"Shut up."

"Chloe is my wife."

Celine turned deathly pale in fright.

Sean scooped up a crying Leo, stormed out of the church, and sped wildly all the way back to the penthouse.

He firmly believed I was just playing hard to get.

For the past five years, no matter how vicious our fights got, as long as he coaxed me, I would always cave.

He was absolutely certain I couldn't live without him.

Yet, when he threw open the front door, he froze in his tracks.

The entryway was spotless.

In the master bedroom, everything that belonged to me had been cleared out. Not even a single coat hanger was left behind.

On the coffee table in the living room sat a neatly placed document, along with the black card, cut in half.

Trembling, Sean flipped open the file.

The first page read: [Divorce Agreement].

When his eyes fell on the custody section and saw my handwritten words [Voluntarily relinquish custody], he was struck completely dumb.

Sean's mind went blank, and he staggered back half a step.

"She doesn't even want Leo anymore?"

Leo tugged at Sean's pant leg and bawled.

"Daddy, I'm hungry! I want Mommy to make me pancakes!"

"Where did Mommy go? Why isn't she coming to hug me?"

Celine clicked in on her high heels and reached out to pick Leo up:

"Be a good boy, Leo, Aunt Celine will make them for you..."

Leo smacked Celine's hand away and shrieked.

"Go away!"

"I don't want you! I want Mommy! Give the crown back to Mommy!"

Celine's finger was scratched, leaving a bloody mark. Her expression turned incredibly ugly.

Sean gripped the divorce agreement so tightly his knuckles turned white.

It wasn't until this very moment that he finally realized the wife who had always accommodated him, always loved him, truly didn't want him anymore.