5 Ridiculed by the world

No hello or sweet greetings. No word of concern either. He always got straight to the point, cold and rude like he couldn't wait to hang up. It was like she was some virus that he couldn't wait to avoid.

"Aren't you forgetting what I said yesterday?" Elise asked.

"What?" He sounded impatient.

Elise already expected this answer, but it still hurted. When a person doesn't care for another, he would forget anything about that person. He would treat everything she does and says as insignificant. In fact, he might not remember anything between them. It was Elise who remembered every detail of him, his preferences and taste.

"Come to the courthouse to finalize the divorce at 2 p.m. I'll be waiting for you," Elise sucked in a breath, controlling the tears from falling. Crying over a jerk like Kayden wasn't worth it.

"I'm busy. Some other day," With that, he hung up on her.

Elise stared at the screen, chuckling bitterly to herself as the tears that she tried so hard to control started to slip down her cheeks. The cab driver looked at her worriedly.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just got bitten by a dog."

"Miss, uh... Excuse me for being busybody, but are you going to the courthouse to get a divorce?" The middle-aged man looked at her through the rearview mirror.

"Yes, but he doesn't want to, or he thinks it's a joke, that I'm trying to get his attention. He has a mistress and he brought her home. I don't want to stay there anymore," Elise choked on her tears.

The driver sighed. "I feel sorry for you, miss. You're still so young yet you're married. It would be better if you could kidnap him and drag him over to the courthouse."

She was reminded of the time they went to register their marriage. She waited for him in the snow for one whole day before he turned up. At that time, he was in a wheelchair. She helped push him into the building when he snapped at her. She thought that he was cold and grumpy because of the accident. It turned out that he didn't like her at all.

Elise thought that her sincere love would be able to melt his cold heart. It turned out that it was all a fairytale.

"Sir, can you turn around and head to the Anderson Group?" Elise suddenly had an idea.

At the Anderson Group, Elise walked in and went up to the receptionist, a young woman with specs.

"How can I help you?" The receptionist asked, looking her over. Elise was dressed in a plain blouse and skirt. She looked like a housemaid rather than the madam of the prestigious Anderson family.

"I'm looking for Mr. Anderson," Elise noticed the way they were looking at her, probably thinking that she was some broke girl who wanted to seduce Kayden.

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Anderson is outside having lunch with Mrs. Anderson. He won't be back for about two hours," The receptionist's eyes held disdain in them. Who did she think she was to come and see the CEO?

Mrs. Anderson? Who? Jessica?

Elise chuckled to herself. The real Mrs. Anderson was standing right in front of everyone, yet no one recognized her. Did Kayden go around introducing Jessica as his wife? Elise's heart had been trampled over and over again.

"It's okay. I'll wait at the lounge."

Elise opened her bag and placed a Marshall speaker on the couch. Then she connected her Bluetooth to it. She took out her phone and started to type in something. Elise texted someone, a victorious smile appearing at the corners of her lips.

Kayden and Jessica walked arm in arm to the office. The employees greeted them, bowing slightly. Suddenly, a loud sound echoed across the company.

"Kayden Anderson, I, Elise Thatcher, shall divorce you today! Reasons: 1. Bringing a mistress home. 2. Unable to satisfy my basic needs in bed. 3. Rude and ill-mannered husbands are useless! Please meet me at the courthouse now!"

The jaws of the employees dropped to the floor. They all looked at Jessica. Jessica shrank back, clinging tightly onto his arm.

"Oh my god, is that true? I thought she was Mrs. Anderson."

"So she's the mistress."

"Mr. Anderson's grandma won't be pleased." The hushed whispers and funny looks the employees were giving Jessica were enough to make Kayden and her boil with anger.

"What's going on!? Who played this?!" Kayden's face was red and seconds away from exploding.

"I-I... Uh... Just now, a woman came in looking for you," the receptionist shivered and looked at the floor.

Kayden's face contorted with rage. "Where is she?"

The receptionist pointed to the lounge. Kayden stormed into the lounge where he found Elise sitting calmly on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.

"There you are, soon-to-be ex-husband. Let's go now. The cab's waiting for us," Elise taunted, smiling mischievously at him.

"Elise Thatcher, are you out of your mind?!" He strode forward and grabbed her by the neck, his large fingers squeezing her neck.

How dare she humiliate him?! What did she mean by can't satisfy in bed and rude and ill-mannered?! Moreover, he was stunned by her guts. Since when did she become so bold?

"Break my neck and you'll be spending your lifetime in jail, soon-to-be ex-husband," Elise laughed, her eyes glinting.

Kayden looked at her like she was an alien. Where was the soft-spoken and docile wife of his? The obedient and gentle wife who would coax him at the slightest hint of his anger?

"Elise, don't test my patience. I only married you because of grandma. Go home now; I'm not going to the courthouse," he released her neck. She noticed the throbbing veins on his hand.

He wanted to divorce her but then didn't want to finalize it? Did he enjoy torturing her and neglecting her? Or did he just want her to stay miserable in the Anderson mansion and get ridiculed by the world?