Chapter 4

At six in the evening, at the Shaw Family's family homestead.

The wrought-iron gate slowly opened, and I swaggered in, dressed in casual clothes, carrying a pile of shopping bags loaded with luxury goods.

The living room was lit up like daytime.

Mrs. Shaw sat in the center of the sofa, her face so grim it looked like she could wring water out of it.

Next to her sat a young woman in a custom-made gown, looking every bit the picture of elegance, Vivian White, the heiress of the White Family.

Vivian was the one Mrs. Shaw had originally chosen as Edward's wife, and she and Edward had basically grown up together.

Before I married Edward, Vivian never missed a chance to flaunt her connection with him in front of me, sometimes subtly, sometimes not so subtly.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up, Mrs. Shaw," Wilma said.

Wilma snorted sarcastically.

Vivian gave a gentle smile, holding Mrs. Shaw's hand. "Mrs. Shaw, please don't be upset.

"Miss Grant is probably a bit overwhelmed. She's never had her hands on this kind of money before, so it's all new to her."

Her words sounded like she was trying to smooth things over, but in reality, she was throwing me under the bus.

I didn't bother to change my shoes. I strode right into the center of the living room and slammed those boxes of jewelry worth millions onto the coffee table with a loud bang.

"Miss White's got a point. I haven't seen this much money before," I said.

I flopped onto the sofa and crossed my legs, totally relaxed, like I owned the place. "But if I don't spend Edward's money, am I supposed to let some outsider enjoy it instead?"

Vivian's smile froze instantly.

Mrs. Shaw slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet. "Lily. How dare you. Is that how you talk to your elders?"

I scoffed, "Elders? What kind of elder calls their daughter-in-law a disgrace over the phone? What kind of elder invites the woman she wanted her son to marry over for coffee, right in front of his wife?"

"You—" Mrs. Shaw was shaking with rage, her finger trembling as she pointed at me.

"You uneducated brat. The Shaw Family must have been cursed to end up with a stray like you. I'm making Edward divorce you right now," she shouted.

"Save yourself the trouble," I shot back, my tone icy.

I pulled out the divorce papers I'd already prepared and slapped them down on the table.

I said, "I've got the divorce agreement right here. I'm walking out with nothing, and Edward won't have to deal with any Grant Family drama ever again.

"Once he signs, I'm gone for good."

Mrs. Shaw was stunned.

A flicker of barely concealed delight crossed Vivian's face.

Then, the front door of the family homestead was suddenly thrown open from the outside.

A gust of cold wind swept in, carrying with it the sound of heavy footsteps.

Edward stood in the doorway.

His hair was tousled, his suit jacket missing, and the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, showing a hint of his chest. His eyes were bloodshot, giving him a wild, dangerous look.

He didn't glance at Vivian or Mrs. Shaw; those red-rimmed eyes were glued to me, never wavering for a second.

"Lily." His voice was low.

One step, then another.

He marched right up to me, glaring down from above, practically seething with rage. "You want a divorce?"