Divorced into Trillions

Synopsis

At the entrance of the city hall, the sycamore leaves rustled in the autumn breeze. Charlotte stood at the foot of the steps, gazing up at the gray-and-white building. Suddenly, her three-year marriage felt just like the weather—not long ago, it was stiflingly hot, and now, it was freezing to the bone. Ethan Sinclair snapped, "Charlotte, why are you dragging your feet?" His impatient voice echoed from behind her. Charlotte turned to see Ethan stepping out of a sleek black Maybach, his perfectly tailored dark gray suit highlighting his broad shoulders and long legs—he looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. But when he glanced at her, his eyes were full of nothing but irritation. "Mr. Sinclair, right this way." The assistant hurried over to lead the way, not even sparing Charlotte a single glance. 'Three years...' Charlotte thought to herself, silently counting the days she'd wasted. For three years of marriage, she'd been nothing but invisible in this house.