Chapter 2

The estate was heavily guarded as if they were trying to keep someone out.

I tightened my grip on the divorce agreement and cleared my throat. "I'm looking for Jason Simmons. I'm his wife, Sienna Irving."

The security guards exchanged glances before scoffing. "What nonsense are you spouting? Everyone knows that Mr. Simmons' wife is Layla McKinley, the one who stays in this estate."

They gave me a once-over before continuing, "Who's going to believe the words of a country bumpkin like you?"

I pursed my lips and remained rooted to the spot in front of the door, refusing to leave.

A few moments later, someone who looked like the housekeeper came out of the estate and whispered to the security guards.

The security guards brandished their batons and shouted, "Get out of here! Mr. Simmons said that he doesn't know anyone named Sienna Irving. Get out of our sight right now!"

They shoved me to the ground after they were done speaking and swung their batons at me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The ear-piercing screech of car brakes stopped the security guards.

Diana rushed out of the car and helped me back to my feet. "You know that Jason won't want to see you after you caused Layla to suffer a miscarriage. Why are you doing this?"

Instead of responding, I stubbornly bit my lip.

Diana sighed. "Forget it. Come with me."

The security guards finally let me pass. Diana and I walked through several metal doors before arriving in a quaint-looking reception room.

I froze in place when I reached the door.

The people inside were dressed to the nines as they clinked glasses with one another. The atmosphere was lively and joyous. A massive wedding portrait of Jason and Layla had been placed in the middle of the room.

It was blatantly obvious that a wedding ceremony was taking place.

I could see former business partners, friends, relatives, and university classmates among the guests. The people who once despised Layla for shamelessly accepting the role of Jason's mistress were approaching them to give them their blessings.

Jason saw me from the corner of his eye. He stiffened for a brief moment before excusing himself from the crowd to walk over to me.

"Was Diana the one who brought you here?" he asked.

When I didn't respond, he sighed and said, "Although Layla's been with me for so many years, she doesn't have a title or any children. I thought of hosting a wedding ceremony to cheer her up. It's her big day, so don't make a scene, okay?"

He tried to pat my head, but I immediately dodged out of the way.

Disdain flickered in Jason's eyes as his hand hung in midair. "Tell me. What do you want this time? Branded jewelry? A luxury home with a river view? Or the company's shares?"

My heart twisted painfully. I had wanted to divorce Jason countless times in the past few years, but Diana told me that if I wanted to capture a man's heart, I had to keep an iron grip on his wallet.

So, every time I caught Jason cheating on me, Diana would demand an astronomical compensation on my behalf.

Jason fulfilled my requests every single time. However, he also gradually grew more and more disgusted with me.

I tightened my grip on the divorce agreement. I was just about to open my mouth when Layla suddenly stormed toward me.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

She then slapped me hard across the face. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at me. "You're truly a mistress' daughter. You're just as despicable and disgraceful as your mother."

My heart throbbed painfully. My eyes reddened as I snapped, "My mother wasn't a mistress!"

Jason stepped forward and shielded Layla behind him. He shot a furious glare at me and roared, "That's enough! How much longer are you going to continue making a fuss?"

I was stunned by the impatience and disdain brimming in his eyes. A few seconds later, someone shoved me aside.

Diana, who had changed into a bridesmaid dress, looked at me coldly and said, "Your mother ruined Layla's family when she decided to be her father's mistress."