Chapter 4The Third Strike of Divorce

I was left speechless, then silent, and finally, I started laughing.

Back then, he was my mission target. To complete the mission, I really did beg him to marry me. I couldn't deny that. I just never expected that this man, who I once genuinely had feelings for, would use that to attack my dignity.

"Fine, I'll leave." I opened the closet and packed a few essentials.

Before walking out the door, I paused slightly, waiting for Arthur to say something harsh, like threatening to divorce me if I dared to step outside.

But Arthur completely misunderstood my hesitation. He mocked me mercilessly, "Didn't you say you were leaving? Go on, get out!"

His tone made it clear he was convinced my threat to leave was just a manipulative tantrum, not a genuine intention.

I felt like the fire needed just a little more fuel. So, I marched over to the guest room where Chloe was staying and started pounding on the door.

I wanted to manufacture a massive fight, something that would push Arthur to finally say the word "divorce."

Arthur quickly rushed downstairs and grabbed my arm. "What are you doing, Evelyn?! Are you crazy?!"

I struggled. "Let go of me! Arthur, don't think I don't know what's going on in your head. You like Chloe, right? Well, I'm going to ask her right now if she likes you back."

I thought this would force Arthur to bring up divorce, but to my absolute shock, he raised his hand and slapped me across the face.

I instantly went quiet.

Arthur froze too. He looked panicked and at a loss for what to do. His lips moved, perhaps realizing what he had done and wanting to apologize.

But in the end, he didn't apologize. He just said, "Go back to your room."

I was utterly disappointed in Arthur. I stared at him, my eyes bloodshot, on the verge of tears.

Arthur avoided my gaze. "Evelyn, if you keep acting this crazy, I'm genuinely going to divorce you."

I finally heard the words I had been waiting for.

Even though I was thrilled on the inside and wished we could sign the papers immediately, I had to hold back. Acting aggrieved and furious, I let tears stream down my face.

"I refuse."

I turned around and walked out of the house.

Finally. Finally, just one more time, and I can leave.

I walked the streets for a long time before stopping. Looking at the empty roads and the dim yellow streetlights, I felt a sudden sense of aimlessness, like I had nowhere to go.

Six years ago, when I arrived in this world, my entire life revolved around Arthur. I had been focused on him for so long that I didn't even have my own social circle.

Thankfully, I hadn't given up on my career. When I returned to my original world, I could still use my new work to become a successful comic artist.

Thinking of that, I suddenly felt a wave of frustration. How could I have forgotten to bring my comic manuscript with me?!

It seemed I had to find an excuse to go back and pack it up.

I found a hotel to stay in temporarily.

For days, Arthur didn't reach out to me. I didn't want to waste time pointlessly, so just as I was preparing to swallow my pride, go back, and force Arthur to bring up divorce one last time... something happened.

Chloe posted my comic on her social media art account.

Even though it had been converted from hand-drawn pages to digital art, the character designs, the storyline, and even the storyboards were completely plagiarized. I was so furious I saw stars.

I immediately called Arthur.

I called several times, but Arthur didn't answer. Eventually, his phone was just turned off.

I tried to calm down. I logged online, tagged Chloe, and publicly exposed the fact that she had plagiarized my work.

Like me, Chloe was a professional illustrator. The difference was that I focused purely on drawing, while she leaned heavily into being an influencer. She had previously capitalized on her divorce to gain massive online traffic, and she was currently riding a wave of popularity.

Chloe denied the plagiarism accusations, claiming I was slandering her. She demanded I produce evidence, or she would force me to issue a public apology.

My original manuscripts were all back at the house, so naturally, I couldn't produce them right then. Consequently, her fans swarmed my accounts, burying me in insults and hate messages. The volume of notifications was so massive it caused my phone to freeze.