Chapter 2

When the divorce lawyer sent over the divorce agreement, she was still trying to talk me out of it:

"Mrs. Weston, are you sure you want to leave with nothing? Even though you signed a prenup, Mr. Weston has always been generous. You could fight for your legal rights."

Hearing the lawyer's words, a bitter smile tugged at my lips.

Legal rights? I actually had nothing.

After we got married, Julian only took a one-dollar salary from the company each month.

The division of company shares—he had made that perfectly clear before we even got married.

All core assets were under his personal name and had nothing to do with me.

The day we got our marriage license, he brought in a professional lawyer as witness, and I faced a thick stack of prenuptial agreements.

Actually, I never thought there was anything wrong with it before.

Julian was a born businessman—calculating, strategic, extremely rational.

Back then, I loved him as a person, not his wealth, so I didn't haggle over any of it.

I even sympathized with how hard it was for him to build his business, always trying to save money so he could invest more in the company.

But it wasn't until I saw how generous he'd been with his ex-girlfriend

that I realized what a fool I'd been.

My chest tightened painfully, but I replied calmly,

"No need. Just proceed with this agreement."

After hanging up with the lawyer, I slipped off my ring:

The engraving inside read "JM."

Only now did I suddenly realize—this was the initials of "Julian and Megan."

This reminded me of three years ago, when I had accidentally left the ring behind at an art exhibition.

When Julian noticed I wasn't wearing my ring, he flew into a rage.

He dragged me to the door. "Why aren't you wearing your ring? Where did you put it?"

The coldness on his face made me panic. I hurriedly explained:

"I went to an art exhibition during the day and accidentally left it in the restroom. The staff said they'd send it over tomorrow."

After hearing my explanation, Julian didn't say anything more that night, but he still sent his assistant to retrieve the ring from the exhibition staff overnight.

Even this villa we lived in—he had originally bought it planning to marry Megan.

Megan had left him, yet she walked away with wealth I could never obtain in my entire life.

What made me jealous wasn't just the unfair distribution of assets—it was his favoritism toward his ex-girlfriend all these years.

For the entire seven days that followed, he barely said a word to me.

He didn't touch the breakfast I prepared.

He didn't even come home for two of those nights.

Thinking of everything that had happened, a wave of numbness and bitterness washed over me.

Afraid tears would spill over, I took off the ring and placed it on the table.

When the lawyer delivered the agreement, I signed my name on the divorce papers without hesitation and left the villa without looking back.