3

Today, the weather in the capital is wonderful, with bright sunshine and a gentle breeze.

I stand in the garden with my arms wide open, savoring the fresh air.

An hour ago, I received the news that Cynthia's plane had landed.

Afterward, I received a secretly taken photo.

The picture shows Henry holding a crying, innocent girl.

How heartwarming...

The lovers are back together.

Since Henry and I became husband and wife, we've rarely eaten together, except for family gatherings and business events.

Even though we share the same house, we lead separate lives.

Today is different.

At this moment, Henry and I sit face to face at a three-meter-long dining table.

The table is adorned with exquisite dishes, but I'm not interested.

I sit quietly, patiently waiting for Henry to slam the divorce papers in front of me.

Henry drinks more and more wine, paying little attention to me.

His slightly tipsy eyes suddenly focus on my face, and he asks, "Are you satisfied just by staring at me?"

My heart sinks suddenly, this isn't how it was supposed to go.

Cynthia has returned to the country.

Henry has taken her away.

As Mrs. Luther, I'm no longer needed.

I'm about to be cast aside.

"Where's our divorce agreement?" I inquired.

Henry gave me a knowing look, somewhere between a smile and a smirk. "You think I don't see through your little game?"

To be honest, I wasn't even sure what game I was playing.

"You want Cynthia dead!"

"You heartless woman!"

Henry's gaze pierced me, as if I were the sworn enemy who had taken everything from him.

Instinctively, I shook my head. "No... I'm not..."

Henry issued a stern warning, "Cynthia is in hiding now. If you dare breathe a word of this outside, I'll make you regret ever being born!"

With that, he walked away.

I sat alone in the dining room, trying to hold back my tears. But it was too much to bear, and I covered my face with my hands.

All I wanted was freedom.

All I wanted was to make Henry and Cynthia’s union possible.

Just as tears threatened to spill, I heard a cold, mocking laugh.

"Starting to put on a pitiful act again, huh?"

The tears that had almost fallen retreated instantly as I let my hands fall from my face, revealing Henry.

Surprisingly, he had only gone to fetch a bottle of wine.