What a Provocative Ex-Wife

"Are you sure you want a divorce from me?"

Tiffany Starr looked at the divorce agreement handed to her, and the joy in her heart was extinguished like a bucket of water was poured over her, leaving her bone-chillingly cold.

"Yes, she's coming back."

Today was her three-year wedding anniversary with Frederick Harlan. She had specially gone to the market to buy ingredients and made a sumptuous meal, only to receive a divorce agreement in return.

What a "pleasant surprise"!

"If there's anything unsatisfactory, you can bring it up."

Frederick Harlan, looking down on her, a meek and gentle woman before him, spoke like a ruthless negotiator in a marketplace.

Tiffany Starr lowered her head and quickly skimmed through the contents. Generous compensation, property in the city, a villa in the suburbs, and an additional fifty million in cash. Altogether, it was worth at least a billion.

Enough to live comfortably for the rest of her life.

After three years of loveless and sexless marriage, she was getting ten billion in compensation.

By all rights, what else could she possibly be unsatisfied with?

But she didn't marry Frederick Harlan for money.

After a moment of silence, Frederick Harlan lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, then spoke again, "If there is something unsatisfactory, please bring it up."

Tiffany Starr raised her eyes to meet the man's cold eyes and asked softly, "Frederick Harlan, in the three years, did you ever feel a moment of love for me?"

"No."

Brief and to the point, a response without any hesitation, dispelling her last glimmer of hope. Her heart ached like a blunt knife rolling over it.

"Oh, I see..."

Her eyelashes quivered, hiding the bitterness in her eyes, but it was only for a moment. She regained a gentle and serene smile on her face.

"I made your favorite dish. Will you have a last dinner with me?"

Frederick Harlan frowned and remained silent.

Tiffany Starr bravely held back her tears and served dinner to Frederick Harlan.

At that moment, Frederick Harlan received a phone call.

"Fred, I'm in so much pain. Can you come to the hospital and be with me, please?"

The soft voice of a woman came through the phone, and Tiffany Starr, who was close by, naturally caught every word.

Her fingers clenched tightly.

"Yes, be good, I'll come over right now. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it for you, okay?"

It was a gentleness she had never heard before. Tiffany Starr's face was mournful. Perhaps this was the difference between love and no love!

As he was about to leave, she quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her voice tinged with humility and pleading, "Frederick Harlan, please have dinner with me before you go, okay?"

"Tiffany Starr, don't be unreasonable."

He coldly waved her hand away and left without looking back.

Tiffany Starr clutched her aching heart, unable to hold back any longer as hot tears rolled down her face.

Three years ago, Frederick Harlan found her and wanted to marry her. She had always secretly loved Frederick Harlan and had agreed without hesitation.

After they got married, even though they were polite to each other, she was a full-time housewife, taking care of his daily life. Even though Frederick Harlan didn't touch her, it was enough to make her happy.

Half a month ago, his grandfather passed away and she accompanied Frederick Harlan in dealing with the funeral. After that, he started coming home less and less, until tonight, when he asked for a divorce because his unrequited love Shannon Hartley had returned to the country.

She sat in the living room, feeling dejected, until she felt stiff all over. Then she got up and threw the cold food into the trash, just like her broken heart, all thrown away.

After taking a shower and lying on the cold bed, the scent of Frederick Harlan's woody incense still lingered in the air, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

"Ding—"

The sound of the phone notification broke the silence.

She thought it was Frederick Harlan, but when she opened it, she found it was from an unknown number with a few pictures attached.

In the pictures, Frederick Harlan was leaning on Shannon Hartley's shoulder, sound asleep and supremely content.

[Tiffany Starr, Frederick Harlan loves me. Continuing to entangle yourself is meaningless. Don't embarrass yourself.]

Tiffany Starr held the phone to her chest, looking at the warm and loving pictures, feeling an indescribable pain in her heart.

She sat until dawn, and then Frederick Harlan's assistant Franklin Chase came in with the divorce agreement. Seeing the pale and weary woman, he finally spoke with a hint of pity in his voice.

"Madam, Mr. Harlan wants you to sign it. Any requests, he's willing to fulfill them for you."

Tiffany Starr was silent for a long time, then picked up the pen and signed her name. She didn't ask for anything from Frederick Harlan, choosing to leave with nothing. She didn't marry Frederick Harlan for money in the first place.

Franklin Chase looked surprised, "Madam, you don't want anything?"

"No."

She left with nothing, just a few changes of clothes, and left the home where she had lived for three years.

She had come with joy and left alone.

After she left, she felt empty, without a sense of belonging. But since this was how things were, life had to go on. She couldn't possibly live for Frederick Harlan alone, seeking death.

Since Frederick Harlan didn't love her, entanglement wasn't her style.

She took out her phone and made a call, "Lucas Jasper, I'm divorced."

Lucas Jasper arrived quickly, and the car stopped next to her, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Those who are wise don't dwell in love. Divorce is a wise decision."

"Enough talk. Drive quickly."

She took out her phone and hacked into the monitoring system to erase all records of her whereabouts.

She took one last look at the place she had lived for three years, without a hint of nostalgia, before leaving.