The next morning, Elroy was up before me, preparing a lavish breakfast. This was something so rare from him that it struck me as suspicious. When he saw me coming down the stairs, he looked up with a forced smile and said, “Let’s have breakfast,” while setting the table.

“I’m not hungry and I’m in a hurry,” I replied curtly, barely glancing at him.

To my surprise, he walked over to me and gently guided me to the table, his tone almost unnaturally sweet. “Even if we’re heading for a divorce, you should at least leave with a full stomach.”

His tone was that of a long-suffering servant—humble and ingratiating. I noticed a tiny pinhole camera hidden in the flower vase and a cold smile slipped onto my lips. He was at it again, setting up another piece of his little drama.

After breakfast, he made some excuse about needing to send work emails and retreated to his study, leaving me in the car. In reality, he was busy editing and uploading videos, preparing for his next live broadcast to salvage his public image.

Half an hour later, Elroy rushed back to the car, hurriedly setting up his phone for the live stream. I joined his live stream from my secondary account as soon as it began. During the drive to City Hall, Elroy’s demeanor was almost obsequious, as though he were about to beg on his knees. He constantly checked on me, his voice full of false concern as he asked how I was doing.

In the live stream, I played my part to perfection, portraying myself as the demanding wife who could never be satisfied, while Elroy presented himself as the beleaguered, long-suffering husband.

“Are you done? I want a divorce. Period!” I declared emphatically into the stream.

“Are you absolutely sure we can’t work this out?” Elroy’s voice was laced with desperation. “You know I love you. I can’t imagine living a single day without you.”

Elroy seemed exhilarated by my dramatic performance, clearly using it to enhance his image. “What if I give you ten percent of the company shares? Please, don’t leave me.”

I picked at my nails, maintaining my composure as I haggled. “Twenty percent.”

Elroy was taken aback, clearly not expecting me to push my advantage so boldly. His frustration was palpable, but he struggled to keep his composure, aware of the live audience observing every moment.

The offer of ten percent was merely a tactic. Elroy knew that I was indifferent to material wealth and money; my primary concern had always been his attitude toward me in this marriage. He was counting on me not taking the bait.

I sneered. “Look, Elroy, since our marriage, I’ve been the legal representative of your company. I never complained because I saw us as one entity and who bore the legal risks was irrelevant. Now that we’re about to part ways, we need to establish clear boundaries. Even siblings bound by blood need to settle their shares; how about us, who are soon to become strangers?”

Elroy’s face grew darker with each word. He hadn’t anticipated this twist and was regretting his decision to live-stream, realizing he couldn’t edit or wriggle out of it.

Gritting his teeth, he forced a strained smile. “If I transfer twenty percent of the shares to you, will you reconsider and not go through with the divorce?”

I didn’t hesitate. “And you also need to transfer the role of legal representative to me. I’m done managing your company without compensation. I want out.”

I could almost hear Elroy’s teeth grinding in frustration, but he struggled to keep his composure, fully aware of the live audience watching.

“Sure. No problem. It’s our company anyway; it doesn’t matter who the legal representative is,” he said, trying to mask his irritation. “I love it when you’re so assertive, darling.” I patted his arm, flashing a beguiling smile and giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Elroy looked dazed as the comments on the live stream began to shift:

“Man, no wonder he sticks around. If I had a woman like her as my wife, I’d be a doormat too!”

“This woman has this man wrapped around her finger.”

“I used to think he was just being an ass-kisser; turns out he’s her toy!”

“Oh, his face is turning red. I’m pretty sure bro’s got something rising down there. Is the live stream about to get banned? Hahaha!”

With my kiss on Elroy's cheek, the live stream's popularity soared. Meanwhile, a venomous voice interjected in the comments, “This shameless slut! She's about to divorce her husband but still kissing him. Disgusting!”

I clicked on the commenter's profile—it was none other than Elroy's mistress, who had inherited everything in my past life. Seeing Elroy fall to his knees before me and smitten by me had ruffled her feathers. Knowing this, I played the part even more vigorously. Clinging to Elroy's arm, I showered him with compliments and flirted shamelessly.

“Darling, have I ever told you how cool and handsome you look when you drive? Especially right now, with one hand on the wheel. It makes me think, what if I had a car too, so I could drive it around and look cool like you?”

Elroy was completely at a loss, overwhelmed by my honeyed words. Anything I asked for, he agreed to eagerly, like a devoted puppy.

This only fueled the hate commenter, Sheree's, frenzy, her insults flooding the comment section. I watched her lose her mind with a cold smile, sweetening my tone even more. Finally, unable to contain herself, Sheree called.

Seeing Sheree's name on the screen, Elroy's brows furrowed deeply. I feigned curiosity. “Why aren't you answering the phone? Who's this 'Baby Calhoun'?”

Elroy avoided my gaze, quickly hanging up. “Nothing, just a client.”

“Who names their client Baby Calhoun? Sounds like a pet name for a fox.” I turned on the dramatic flair, throwing myself into the role of the aggrieved wife. I cried and wailed, “You lied to me! Turn around! We're back to City Hall. I want a divorce right now!”

Elroy's face turned pale as he hung up on Sheree's calls. In desperation, he blocked her number in front of me and reassured me repeatedly, “Kaitlin, Honey, I swear, it's just a client. See, I've blocked her. It's a big, fat girl who got drunk and was trying to hit on me. She's been pestering me for money. She's just a gold-digger.”

I glared at him with tear-filled eyes. “Swear on your life that you have no feelings for whoever that was.”

“I swear, I’ve only ever loved you, Honey.” Elroy didn't hesitate. “Baby Calhoun or whatever, they’re all nothing compared to you.”

I was eager to see Sheree’s reaction as she watched the man who once pledged his life to her call her a gold-digger in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers.

“Well, if you say so.” Playing my part as the drama queen, I leaned in and planted another kiss on Elroy’s cheek. “Darling, since we’re out and not heading to City Hall, why don’t we check into a hotel? I’ll give you a baby.” I whispered in his ear, but loud enough for the phone’s microphone to pick up.

Elroy, who hadn’t had his fill of excitement from yesterday, was practically on fire at my words. The comments section exploded with anticipation and excitement. His eyes lit up with eagerness as he took a sharp turn and sped off toward the nearest hotel.

During this time, Sheree called repeatedly, but Elroy rejected all her calls without a second thought. His reasoning was both touching and absurd: “Today is special because I’m getting my wife back. I want it to be just us—no business, no distractions.”

I didn’t contest his reasoning. Instead, I looked out the window, preparing my own little surprise. The anticipation built up inside me as I watched the city view blur past, feeling the thrill of the day's unfolding drama.