Chapter 1The Seventh Divorce

The moment I heard my daughter call another woman "Mommy," my hand shook.

I accidentally arranged a red apricot branch in the vase.

But my husband's female assistant saw it and ran out crying.

That night, my husband asked for a divorce.

Receiving the message at 3 AM, I thought I was dreaming.

But early the next morning, he rubbed his brows, dark circles under his eyes, and handed me the divorce papers:

"Mia said you were mocking her on purpose. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have jumped last night."

"She's young and sensitive, hates people saying she climbed up by seduction. I can only become single to coax her."

"When she forgives you, I'll withdraw the divorce application immediately."

My five-year-old daughter chimed in from the side:

"Bad woman, bullying Mommy Mia! Daddy, punish her!"

Normally, I would have cried and screamed, accusing my husband of cheating and my daughter of siding with the mistress.

But this time, I didn't shed a single tear, my hand holding the food didn't even tremble.

I nodded calmly:

"Okay."

"Today is our seventh anniversary, and also our seventh divorce."

My husband nodded:

"The last time. Once she cools down, I'll come back and live a good life with you."

I smiled and submitted the divorce papers.

He didn't know, this time, I was serious.

* * *

When my husband called back to reconcile, his tone was exhausted:

"Mia said she forgives you, you can come back now."

But the only response he got was the sound of splashing water.

I raised an eyebrow and turned on the speakerphone. The man's low groan beside me became instantly clear.

"Who are you? Where is my wife?"

Julian's casual tone instantly became tense, accompanied by the faint sound of grinding teeth.

The man holding me chuckled, tucked my hair behind my ear, hung up the phone, and left the room.

Half an hour later, the front door was kicked open.

Julian rushed in, grabbing my hand nervously, circling me.

Finding me unharmed, he sighed in relief and hugged me tightly:

"Wifey, I missed you."

His eyes were slightly red, chin rubbing against my shoulder:

"Are you mad at me? Sorry, I won't do it again. Don't use a wild man to provoke me."

"You know I love you the most. Even if it's fake, I'll get jealous."

Missed me? So he accompanied Mia to see orcas in the Maldives, then immediately went to Aspen to see the snow. She posted over a hundred show-off moments on Instagram this month.

Listening to his heartfelt words, I sneered, "It's not fake."

Watching his smile freeze, I looked amused:

"We are already divorced. I don't need to provoke you."

Julian laughed twice, his expression instantly relaxing:

"Still jealous, wifey? Don't be mad. She and I are just colleagues, I didn't do anything to betray you."

"How about this, to compensate for making you divorce, I'll propose to you again. Couples fight at the head of the bed and make up at the end. Please forgive me one more time."

Saying this, he took out a box from his pocket: "This is a Tiffany necklace, I bought it specially for you on my business trip."

My gaze fell straight on the ring finger of Julian's left hand. There was a faint mark, one only ring wearers have.

When we got married, he said he didn't prepare a wedding ring for the sake of his professional image. Coupled with this abrupt necklace, it was self-evident who he wore the ring with.

At the same time, my daughter rushed in from the door and hugged me.

She opened her palm, revealing a lifelike butterfly hairpin: "Can you stop being angry? The little butterfly is apologizing to you."

I took the hairpin and pinned it on my head. The cold rejection was instantly stifled. How can one be angry with their own child?

Bang!

Fireworks sounded. Julian took my hand and walked out the door. A heart shape formed by 999 drones was slowly flying over.

When it flew to my door, the drones changed formation, forming my name.

[Scarlett, Happy 10th Anniversary.]

My daughter looked at me with hope, while Julian smiled gently, just like the boy who set up 999 candles to confess to me back then.

Very cliché.

But very dazzling.

Passersby exclaimed, stopping to applaud us: "Young man is good, very romantic!"

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"

I looked into Julian's eyes without speaking. He pursed his lower lip slightly, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

Just then, a car headlight flashed violently on my face, and Mia's aggrieved crying came over.