Chapter 5

Julian Thorne was the last in the family to find out about my divorce.

When he heard the news, he raised an eyebrow at the person who delivered it. “What kind of joke is that?”

Scarlett exaggerated, “What joke? Grandfather Thorne already agreed to it! Besides, you’ve been turning the house upside down these past two years, wasn’t it all just to get a divorce?”

“If you ask me,” she leaned in conspiratorially, perched on the table, “if it’s over, it’s over. Men always end up despising a nagging wife.” She then added, “Kitty’s still waiting for you, you know? She hasn’t married all these years. If you divorce, maybe give her a chance?”

Scarlett had always had a designated sister-in-law in mind, only for me to appear out of nowhere that year.

On Julian’s wedding day, she was fuming with indignation, yet forced herself to smile and hand over a generous red envelope.

Poor Kitty, she channeled her sorrow into strength from that day on, rejecting all men and becoming a workaholic.

Julian, head aching, told her to get out. Scarlett grabbed her bag and shuffled out.

As she exited, she bumped into Anastasia, who, perhaps having overheard their conversation, still had a smile lingering on her lips.

Scarlett folded her arms and grinned. “Wow, that’s a wide grin. Like some kind of carnivorous plant. Are you going to eat babies? Delusional! Amelia could divorce eighteen times, and my sister-in-law’s position still wouldn’t be yours.”

Anastasia’s expression remained unchanged, her tone gentle. “Then whose would it be? Your Kitty? She seems even more delusional.”

Scarlett clapped her hands. “Typical mistress behavior, skin as thick as a fortress wall. You’re not fit to even tie Kitty’s shoelaces.”

Anastasia watched her walk away, her gaze distant.

Julian sent her abroad to study, bought her a house, and enabled her to live a high society life.

And for her, he even fought with me for a divorce.

First, it was Amelia; now, it was her.

If Amelia could sit in the position of Mrs. Thorne, why couldn't she?

Two years ago, she knelt on Victoria Peak, gazing at the luxurious villa before her.

Back then, she thought, one day, the doors of that villa would open for her.