My Wife Wants a Divorce!

Port City’s December was colder than previous years.

Sydney Raines nestled on the sofa expressionlessly, listening to the shouting and scolding of her mother-in-law, Velma, downstairs.

“Sydney, never mind the fact that you can’t even give birth to a child, what time is it now? Why aren’t you cooking? Are you trying to starve Jay and me?”

In the six years that she had been married to Julien Flint, her mother-in-law had been scolding her behind her back for being a hen who laid no eggs.

However, no one knew that her husband had never touched her at all.

“Hurry up and pack my bag! I have to go to school!” a teenager urged.

Jayden Flint was Julien’s younger brother. He was simply a little tyrant who tormented Sydney endlessly.

In his opinion, this sister-in-law his brother married was easier to knead than dough.

Sydney went downstairs and mechanically went to the kitchen to cook before she packed Jayden’s bag and lunchbox.

“Mom, food’s ready!”

Velma’s temper rose when she saw the dead expression on Sydney’s face, and she slammed her glass on the table. “You’ve grown bold, huh, Sydney? You spend my son’s money and live in my son’s house, but you dare to show me attitude? Believe it or not. I’ll call Julien immediately and tell him to divorce you!”

The plate in Sydney’s hands shook, but she let out a deep breath and forced a smile. “I didn’t, Mom.”

Velma did not believe her and said sinisterly, “Sydney, don’t think your position as Mrs. Flint is secure just because the Old Madam is backing you. You’re nothing compared to Lyra!”

Sydney went pale at the mention of that woman’s name.

Jayden’s eyes twinkled. Visibly having caught something, Jayden grinned. “You didn’t know that, right? Lyra will be discharged soon, and my brother wants to bring her back to live with us.”

Sydney’s eye twitched, and her hand that placed the dinner plate down shook a little.

Velma could not bear seeing Sydney’s fake grievance, so she snorted and waved her hand impatiently. “Don’t stand in front of me! You’ll ruin my appetite. Hurry up and get out!”

Sydney did not stay either. Instead, she turned to go upstairs, nestling in the sofa again.

Around evening, a Maybach pulled up at the gate.

Sydney got up from the sofa abruptly and jogged to the balcony to look down.

A slender man in a suit got out of the car. His features were handsome with an outstanding temperament. He looked better than celebrities on TV.

Seemingly having noticed someone looking at him, the man raised his head to lock eyes with Sydney.

His gaze was cold and emotionless.

Sydney was used to that kind of gaze. Her lips pulled without a trace of a smile.

When Julien entered the room, Sydney acted like normal and drew the bath for him. “Hubby, it’s been almost a month since your grandmother went to church. She called back at noon and said that she prayed for blessings for you–”

“I have something to say to you,” Julien called out to the busy Sydney.

Sydney turned around.

Julien stared at her with his dark eyes filled with indifference and distance, devoid of any trace of warmth.

His thin lips moved as he spoke in a deep voice, “Lyra is coming back. You’ll move out tomorrow.”

Sydney’s heart went cold.

Sure enough, Jayden was right.

“What if I don’t?” Her voice was as soft as a misty cloud of smoke.

Julien frowned.

This woman in front of him who had always obeyed his words was disobeying him for the first time.

His voice became cold. “Don’t forget how you married me six years ago.”

How could Sydney forget?

Back then, when Lyra Madden got into a car accident, she was the one who called 911, and it was also her who donated her Rh-negative blood to Lyra. Julien was so grateful to her that he granted her a request.

At that time, Sydney told him her only wish, which was to marry him.

It was a thought that took root in her heart from the first time she saw Julien in high school.