Caleb Lockwood frowned, put down the flowers and traditional dicine, and calmly took out his phone to call Serena Jennings, but the call didn’t connect.
He never thought there’d be a day when Serena wouldn’t be ho, but Caleb played a record as usual, listening to his favorite Chopin Nocturne.
An hour later, no one returned.
Two hours later, no one returned.
Three hours later, no one returned.
Caleb got up and looked at the wardrobe; most of Serena’s clothes were there, all given by him, all pink.
But the two blue suits she had before their marriage were gone.
Then, soone delivered a package.
The recipient was him.
Caleb didn’t rember buying anything.
This package was a huge cardboard box. He opened the packaging, and inside was an array of items—
eternal pink roses, a pink diamond necklace, a pink Hers bag, bright pink high heels, a pink evening gown, a pink diamond watch, gold ornants, peach-colored silk scarves, luxury perfus, a pink diamond brooch, car keys, a pink diamond ring...
Caleb’s face grew increasingly grim, a storm silently brewing in his eyes.
These...
were gifts he had given Serena when he was pursuing her.
That pink diamond ring was the engagent ring.
As Caleb casually rifled through, he found that despite many years passing, the tags on these gifts hadn’t even been removed.
The only thing in the box that didn’t belong to him was a file folder. Caleb casually pulled out the docunt inside.
City A’s nightscape was beautiful, intoxicating.
The old house on Vornath Street hadn’t been lit for several years; today, against all odds, the lights shone from dusk till late at night.
Serena had spent half a day cleaning the room until it was spotless, though simple, yet clean, and quite cosy.
But previously, she lived there depending on her mother, and now only she was left; claiming she didn’t feel lonely would be a lie.
Serena held her phone, hesitating whether to call Lana Xavier.
Lana was her best friend, from the sa high school.
But before she dialed, the doorbell suddenly rang, prompting Serena to hang up and answer the door.
At the door stood Caleb Lockwood—tall and upright—a figure like a towering mountain blocking the way, startling Serena.
"What do you an?!"
With a crash, Caleb threw the divorce agreent in Serena’s face.
Serena’s face turned red from the impact, witnessing Caleb’s fury for the first ti, she fearfully lowered her head.
"Why aren’t you saying anything? Running away from ho for no reason—is that sothing a child does?"
Caleb reached out to pull Serena, but she dodged backwards.
"Caleb, I want a divorce..."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"It’s because of Claire, isn’t it?"
Hearing this, Serena raised her head to see Caleb, arms crossed, with that incredibly handso face, like a person from a painting, adorned with a disdainful cold smile.
This smile pierced Serena’s eyes.
Seeing Serena’s acquiescence, Caleb found it amusing.
Since Claire Shaw had returned from abroad, their matters definitely couldn’t be hidden, and he hadn’t intended to hide them.
"Serena, have you also learned the tricks of playing hard to get? I admit Claire was my first love, and when I proposed to you, it was to make her jealous, but still, in our three years of marriage, I’ve never wronged you..."
Caleb’s "never wronged you" made Serena’s eyes turn red.
She desperately wanted to question Caleb, "What about the child? Wasn’t it you who aborted the child?"
However, she felt it was aningless now.
A heavy ache weighed down her chest, like a huge stone; Serena tried to take a deep breath.
At this point, a divorce was the best conclusion for her with Caleb, ending her foolish and failed love and marriage.
Serena watched as Caleb took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat on the narrow living room sofa, smoking while speaking with indignant righteousness.
"Claire and I went to the sa high school. After university, she studied abroad; now she’s an overseas returnee, a rising star in jewelry design. If her hands weren’t injured, she would have been a top international pianist by now... Such an outstanding woman can’t endure my mom, staying ho as a wife would be too unfair to her, stifling her talents, so she’s not suitable to be the Lockwood family daughter-in-law..."
Serena’s face grew increasingly pale.
"But you’re different. You don’t have any talents, nor aspirations. You didn’t graduate college; you lack education and no diploma, competency either, your family conditions aren’t good. You’ve been a housewife for many years and are already out of touch with society. Without , you’re nothing; you can’t even ensure basic sustenance. What qualifications do you have to divorce ?"
The small house fell silent.
Serena opened her mouth and inhaled the smoke Caleb exhaled, causing her to cough.
"Once you’ve thought it through, pack your things and co ho with . I’ll forgive you this once."
After smoking, Caleb couldn’t find an ashtray but didn’t litter.
As he lifted his hand, Serena ca over and voluntarily took the stub, throwing it in the trash.
Caleb smiled, a charming smile appearing especially attractive as his lips curved.
The mouth might say she wants a divorce, but the body was honest.
Caleb changed his posture, crossing his legs.
Serena had no money and no capability; she was utterly reliant on n.
As long as she wasn’t foolish, she’d undoubtedly know which choice would benefit her the most.
This ti, she was rely provoked by Claire’s presence, playing hard to get with him.
"That’s enough, I don’t have ti to play your gas, as long as you manage the household as you did before, I’ll keep supporting you."
Caleb coldly finished speaking and then saw Serena bow, hunched over, and picking up the scattered divorce papers one by one.
"If you don’t sign, I’ll send it to your company tomorrow, or send it to your mom..."
Caleb stood up abruptly.
"Serena, don’t give an inch and take a mile!"
The person she loved for ten years was now so unfamiliar it terrified Serena.
She opened the door.
"You should leave! Don’t co again."
Caleb never expected to face such cold rejection after lowering himself to personally co find Serena; he shrugged and chuckled amidst his anger.
"Alright, Serena, you got guts; if you regret it later, don’t co crying to ."
With a bang, the door slamd shut as Caleb stord off.
He didn’t take the divorce papers with him.
Late at night, Serena finally found her old bank card.
This was her own card before marriage, always kept at this house untouched, without a penny from Caleb.
Caleb wasn’t wrong last night. She lacked education, lacks diplomas, as a housewife for so many years, is out of touch with society. After divorce, she must find her own way to survive.
After binding the bank card to mobile banking, the balance quickly appeared—
14,783,000
Even more than she imagined.
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