Chapter 3

The papers slipped from his grasp, scattering across the floor.

When Marcus saw the contents of the agreement, his expression instantly twisted into a sneer.

“Scarlett Lin, what is this supposed to mean?”

I met his gaze with cold eyes. “Can’t you read English? Sign it!”

I tossed the pen in front of him. “Don’t waste my time. Sign it and get out.”

His anger dissipated in an instant, replaced by a playful smirk.

“I get it,” he said, a dismissive laugh escaping him. “Did your father put you up to this?”

“Trying to threaten me with divorce, hoping I’ll soften up?”

He began to pace. “That trick is so old.”

“If you want something, just tell me directly instead of playing these games. If you’re short on cash, just ask my assistant. Why go through all this trouble?”

“Scarlett Lin, this is my last warning. Don’t play your little game of push and pull. You know I despise that.”

He glanced towards the kitchen. “Go prepare dinner. Serena will be here soon, and remember, she prefers mild dishes.”

I scoffed, nudging the divorce papers on the floor towards him with my foot.

“Marcus Shen, are you seriously that dense, or are you just playing dumb? I want a divorce!”

“What did you say?”

“Di-vorce!”

I repeated, enunciating each syllable.

Suddenly, a cold laugh echoed from behind me.

Serena had appeared in the living room without me noticing. She shoved me aside.

“You ungrateful bitch, I’ve been too good to you!”

“Marcus lets you live in a mansion, drive a limited-edition sports car, even your current job was arranged by him. How dare you speak to him with such disrespect?”

“Get on your knees and apologize to Marcus!”

I stumbled a few steps, my lower back slamming against the coffee table, a dull ache blooming instantly.

Once, I would have silently endured such humiliation.

But today, I wouldn't take it anymore.