Chapter 3

I didn't hesitate any longer and immediately had a lawyer draft the divorce papers.

Meanwhile, Renata kept texting me.

"Where on earth are you? My friends and employees are all here! You're my husband! Why are you not here? Get your ass over here right now!" she said.

I used to reply in seconds, but now I simply turned off the notifications calmly.

By the time she called me for the 15th time, I had arrived at the bar carrying the divorce papers.

There seemed to be some event at the bar today. Everyone was dressed in cosplay outfits.

Renata was tall and slender. She looked practically flawless, drawing almost everyone's gaze toward her.

Because of that, I spotted her right away.

At the same time, I also realized that she and Samuel seemed to be wearing matching couple outfits.

Renata was still angry at me for not replying to her messages, so she deliberately gave me the cold shoulder and refused to even spare me a glance.

Her employees and friends followed her lead, treating me with utter disdain, acting like I was invisible.

Only Vivian suddenly walked toward me with a smile.

Seeing the malicious look in her eyes, my instinct was to step back.

But it was already too late.

She and a few others hoisted me up, binding me to a large roulette wheel without giving me a chance to speak.

On the other side, Samuel was also tied to another wheel.

Vivian laughed out loud and rallied the crowd, saying, "A choice between two! Renata has one rescue ticket. Whoever you save gets off, and the remaining one becomes the roulette pointer!"

Renata frowned and said, "Viv, don't do this. It's getting a bit too much."

Before Vivian could say anything, Samuel spoke up first in a gentle tone. "It's just a game. It's fine as long as everyone's having fun. Renata, I'm fine. You should save Mitchell."

Everyone present sighed in admiration. "Samuel is way too nice! The contrast is so clear!"

The looks thrown my way instantly grew even more contemptuous.

Right then, Vivian spun both my wheel and Samuel's at the same time.

Everything started spinning wildly.

I heard Renata's panicked, distressed voice.

"Quick, put Samuel down! He can't handle getting this dizzy!"

Vivian burst into laughter and exclaimed, "I knew it! Between the two, Renata would definitely pick Samuel! So the remaining one gets to be the pointer! He should be thanking me, honestly. He's useless for anything else, so at least I found a good use for him!"

This game sparked everyone's interest.

They all took turns spinning the wheel. I was spun round after round, on the verge of passing out.

When it finally came to a stop, I was hanging upside down.

The blood rushed straight to my head.

Right as I was about to lose consciousness, I finally heard Renata say, "Stop playing. Put him down."

The second I hit the ground, I stumbled and collapsed. I couldn't even manage to crawl back up.

My pathetic state entertained everyone, sending them into fits of laughter.

A pair of high heels stopped in front of me.

It was Renata. She held a tube of ointment, her face betraying a hint of reluctance when she saw me like this.

Only then did I notice that the skin around my wrists and ankles had been badly chafed from being tied up for so long.

She squatted down, showing me a rare moment of kindness by applying the ointment herself.

"Don't blame Vivian. She just wanted some fun and didn't think much of it," she said. "And don't misunderstand, either. I didn't save you because Samuel is a photographer and loves his career. If he got hurt or bumped his head, it wouldn't be good. You, however…"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Yet I sharply guessed what she'd originally intended to say.

I, however, had no career, no hobbies, and wasn't of any use anyway.

So it didn't matter if I got hurt.

Perhaps because I no longer harbored any expectations for Renata, hearing such hurtful words didn't stir any real emotion in my heart.

I took the divorce papers out and said calmly, "You said it yourself. If I brought the divorce papers over, you'd sign them right away. I'm leaving with nothing. You won't lose a thing."

After confirming the divorce papers were real, her expression changed in an instant.

She stared at me in shock.

After a long pause, she tore the papers to pieces and threw them right at my face.

"Without me, do you think a useless loser like you can survive? Let me tell you, Mitchell, don't even dream about a divorce!"