It was nighttime at Sovereign Heights of Jiverton.

Two people sat facing each other in the spacious and bright living room. A divorce agreement lay between them. The man, wearing a well-pressed suit, had perfect facial features and an indifferent expression. His whole body exuded a strong sense of oppression.


His cold eyes fell on the silent girl opposite him, and his gaze was as dark as the midnight outside.

“We’ll get a divorce on Monday. Besides the compensation in the divorce agreement, you can ask for anything else you need,” Joshua Neal stated firmly, and his words were cold and his voice was low.

“Why so sudden?” Cynthia Yates’ voice was cold.

Joshua’s response was simple. “Jayleen is back.”

Cynthia knew who Jayleen was. After a short silence, she agreed, “Okay.”

Joshua paused, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily.

Cynthia opened the divorce agreement, saw the densely packed words, and remembered her past with Joshua.

They had met at Jiverton’s Evening Club two years ago. Both of them were heartbroken. But luckily, they found solace in each other’s company over two glasses of wine. Their encounter was brief, without a one-night stand, and they parted ways after their drinks.

Three days later, Joshua showed up at her door with his personal assistant Mr. Cheyne to propose marriage.

She said yes.

After they married, he was kind, caring, and helpful. He would help her dry her hair after she washed it and would cook soup for her when she was sick.

longer gentle. That was the day she discovered that Joshua had married her and treated her well because she

pursed her lips and asked Joshua calmly, “You said I

“Yes,” Joshua answered concisely.

of compensation is fine?” Cynthia raised her eyes to meet

felt a

as Cynthia’s request was not too much, he would do his best to

want the most expensive supercar in your

“Done.”

villa in the

“Okay.”

earned during our two years of

this, Joshua, who had maintained a steady expression, finally shifted his gaze. While worrying that he had misheard, he

investments and financial management, your salary plus the company’s dividends during our two-year marriage is worth hundreds of millions. I don’t want too much. A quarter of it was enough,” Cynthia explained

at her

continued, “Of course, I’ll also share 40% of

guilt was evaporating. He could not believe he had

up at him and

not!” Joshua

setting her pen down. “Next time you meet with your parents, just make sure they know about your infidelity in our

not expected this person to be such a hypocrite, pretending to be a nice and reasonable woman while they

talk to

meeting his gaze. She knew he hated threats more than anything,

“I’ll give you what you want, but if

in her chair, while her piercing black and white eyes

their two years of marriage, Cynthia had always been sensible, obedient, and gentle. She had never confronted him in

villa, and the car. We’ll get a divorce on Monday,”

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