Charlotte stood in the kitchen, she was making her husband's favorite dish since it was their third anniversary. She texted him and asked him to come back home, so she was in a hurry to be done cooking before he came back.She hoped that he had read the text or at least remembered the anniversary, she hoped it wouldn’t be the same as the previous years. The sound of the kitchen door opening interrupted her thoughts. Assuming it was the maid, she called out, “I can handle the dishes myself. There’s no need to help me.” She spun around to find her husband standing there instead. “Milton?”Milton’s glare was colder and more pronounced than ever before. “Sign it,” he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth as he handed her a sheet of paper. “We are getting divorced, Charlotte.”Confused, Charlotte dropped the spoon she was holding and took the papers from him. Reading the words "Divorce Agreement," she shook her head in disbelief. “Milton, what is this? This must be a joke, right? We can’t g

That question made Olivia flinch. She wasn’t expecting that at all.“Apologize right now, Harper,” Milton said, taking his seat next to Olivia.“Why would I?” Harper snapped, folding her hands. “You invited us to dinner and I agreed to be here because I thought my sister-in-law was going to be here but all I see is your mistress. How long have you been cheating on your wife?”Milton and Harper's relationship wasn’t good since they were kids but it grew even worse when he got married to Charlotte. It was like she was holding a grudge against him, one that she wasn’t ready to let go.“Charlotte and I are divorced,” Milton announced. His father, who hadn’t been paying attention to him, froze halfway. Harper's eyes widened and his mother scowled at him.“What do you mean?” Harper rose to her feet, slamming her hand against the table, loud enough to draw everyone in the restaurant's attention. “Why did you divorce Charlotte? Is this because of this bitch?” she pointed an accusation finger

Charlotte sighed in relief as soon as they were far from the restaurant. She had to control herself not to snap at him there, but he looked far different in just five hours after their divorce. Milton had always had a huge stain on him.“You know the stain on his white shirt?” Harper said with a grin. “I was the one who did it.”By this time, they were heading to the car. Her brothers had walked ahead, giving her privacy to talk to Harper.“You did a great job,” she responded.Harper’s eyes widened. “I thought you were going to reprimand me for doing that.”“I won’t.”“You usually do.”“Not anymore,” she implied.Harper shrugged. “How am I sure that you wouldn’t go back to him?”“I won’t. Not after all that he has done to me.”A smile broke on Harper's lips. “Sounds good to me.”“Could you tell Mom that I didn’t get married to her son like she asked me to? And I also didn’t greet her when I saw her—”“She wouldn’t mind,” Harper interrupted her. “Milton is going to have a hard time spe