Chapter 2: Divorce

Margaux's heart beats wildly upon hearing her husband's voice. It's crazy that they had been married for three years already, yet it's the first time she saw him again face-to-face after their wedding day.

It's not that Hendrix doesn't go home. He actually did. However, he only goes home when she's already sleeping and goes out again while she's still sleeping. There were even times that she waited for him only to fall asleep again and wake up; he was already in his room, sleeping soundly. Had she not seen it in her eyes, she would think her husband never comes home at all.

“Hendrix!” Margarita quickly ran to Hendrix and pretended like a wounded puppy. “That woman is so mean! She suddenly pushed me for no reason!” She lied.

Margaux felt her blood left her face upon seeing Hendrix's expression darkened.

“N-no.. I didn't do anything.. I was just going to help–”

“Help?! You are so angry and want me to leave, that's why you pushed me!”

She shook her head profusely, “No! That's not true! Hendrix, please believe me!” she pleaded.

Margarita pulled Hendrix's arm, “No, couz! Don't believe that woman! She's just pretending to be innocent but in reality she's very vicious and scheming!”

“That's not true!”

“Enough!” Hendrix's voice thundered.

He threw her a deadly glare before turning to Margarita and gently patted the woman's head.

“Go to the living room, I will take care of this,” he said authoritatively.

Margaux looked down and clasped her hands together as Margarita dashed out of the kitchen.

It was not her fault, but she felt nervous because of Hendrix's presence in front of her.

“Explain,” his low, baritone voice rang in her ears making her body stiffened.

Her chest was pounding hard as she felt like she went back five years ago when she first laid her eyes on the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

Biting her bottom lip, she clasped her hands together as she looked down on her bare and dirty feet.

Silence filled the enormous kitchen with her lack of response.

Hendrix jaw clenched as he stared darkly at her.

“I don't remember you being mute,” he stated coldly.

Margaux shuddered at his statement, however, there were no words coming out from her mouth even if she opened it to speak.

“If you are not willing to say anything, just go to the living room and apologize to my cousin,” he said dismissively.

Hendrix turned his heels and quickly left her in the kitchen. He didn't even bother waiting for her to respond and dashed out just like that as if talking to her was a waste of time.

Tears formed in her eyes as she smiled bitterly.

Three years had passed and he still didn't change. The man she loved the most was still cold and indifferent.

Margaux heaved a loud sigh as she wiped her tears away.

She had no time to sulk! Hendrix was finally home early and had to make a perfect dish for him for the first time.

Margaux skillfully moved in the kitchen like a professional chef and long forgotten about her feelings and appearance. Her mood lightened up after tasting the food she cooked and got excited to present it to everyone.

“Why did you fire the servants?”

Margaux's steps halted. She was holding a tray with three plates of pasta on it. She was surprised at Hendrix's stern voice that the tray almost fell from her grip.

“I don't think you need any of them. You don't even stay here, nor eat here, so what's the point of hiring so many servants and having a cook?” said Wilma.

“Margaux needs them”

Her heart skipped a bit upon hearing her name. She smiled so widely and she suddenly couldn't feel the pain in her body anymore.

“That woman was actually the one who chased those people away!” Wilma's voice roared.

Silence followed after.

The huge smile on Margaux's face slowly vanished upon realizing what was going on.

“That's true, Hendrix. One of the servants came crying to Dad, asking to take her in because your wife fired her for no reason. You can go to our villa and ask her personally!”

Her mind went blank as her face turned grim. She didn't know there used to have servants and cooks there at all. And she was actually wondering how a billionaire like Hendrix won't have even just one in his villa!

Ever since the first day she moved into the place, she saw no one, and not a single soul showed up to welcome her at all.

“I visited here the next morning after the wedding and there was no one here anymore except that woman. I didn't say anything because I thought you're the one who fired them,” continued Wilma.

Margaux's heart ached at the blatant lies from her mother-in-law. She wanted to barge in to defend herself, but her feet got frozen on the spot after hearing the next words from Wilma.

“She's not the good person that you think she is, Hendrix. It's all just a facade to lure you! I'm always visiting here to check on her, but she never appreciates it and even picks a fight with me everytime. I'm telling you, she's up to no good!”

Her heart sank.

She didn't know what wrong she had done to Wilma for her to make up a story and purposely tainted her image in front of Hendrix.

She had been a good daughter-in-law. Contrary to what Wilma had said, she was always obedient and kind to the old woman. She never said no and always tried to please them in the hope that they would finally accept her into the family.

“That's enough,” Hendrix stated.

His cold voice lifted Margaux's spirit in an instant as she thought that her husband was going to defend her. After all, they have been civil with each other and never quarreled before the accident happened and before they got married.

With that, she took the chance to finally show up with the tray in her hands.

“I'm sorry for making you wait.. .” she apologized.

She didn't dare looking at anyone's eyes as she silently placed each plate in front of them.

“What's with that look?! Did you prepare this food with your smelly clothes?!” Wilma hissed hysterically.

Margaux gasped.

Her eyes went wide as she just remembered her appearance.

“I already lost my appetite!”

Her feet got rooted on the spot as the tray fell on the ground with a loud bang. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't move anymore!

“Go to your room and shower,” Hendrix ordered while scowling at her. Then, he quickly shifted his gaze to his mother and Margarita. “I'll call back the resident chef to cook for us,” he said.

Margaux seemed like a robot as she stepped away from the dining area. Her heart was aching painfully knowing that Hendrix probably felt disgusted with her.

“When are you going to divorce her?” Wilma's voice was too loud that made her feet frozen on the spot.

“Soon”