I stood there, biting my lip, trying to gather my thoughts.

Then, I finally just blurted out, "You know what? I can’t do this, Joshua. I want a divorce. You can do whatever you want, be with whoever you want. I’m done."

Joshua went pale, like he didn’t expect me to cut to the chase without a big scene.

Scarlett, though, looked pleased as punch. "Divorce is fine, but you leave with nothing. You’re the one in the wrong here!"

I blinked, totally thrown off. “Wait, I’m the one in the wrong? Joshua’s been messing around with three women and has almost enough kids to form a soccer team and I’m the one at fault?”

Scarlett gave me a look like it was obvious. "Yep, because you don’t have kids. We’ve all been giving him heirs and without that, you’re not even a queen. You lose your throne."

I was about to argue, but then I remembered the call I had earlier, so I just bit my tongue. Instead, I nodded like I had agreed with everything she said, “Right, right. I’m wrong. I can’t give him heirs. I’ll leave with nothing, I’ll give up my throne.”

Before they could say anything else, I grabbed my phone and headed out the door. As I was leaving, I turned back and shot them a quick look, "See you in court tomorrow at 8."

The next morning, I showed up at the court. Joshua and his three “ladies” were already there, of course. Thankfully, the kids didn’t tag along, would've been a circus otherwise.

Since most of our wealth was joint property and we hadn’t worked out any divorce agreement, I could tell the three women were sizing me up, waiting to see if I would suddenly decide to fight for half of everything.

But I wasn’t wasting time. I sat down and just said, “Divorce. I’ll leave with nothing.”

When I said that and even signed the papers right then and there, the look on their faces was priceless. Even the people at the divorce office were kind of shocked.

Joshua was quiet for a long time before finally speaking. “Jolie, I didn’t think you’d actually go do this. Last night, Jeanette said you’d leave with nothing today and… I don’t know, I felt bad.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, please. Just sign the damn papers and stop wasting my time.”

His face reddened, but instead of signing, he hesitated. “Look, I know you never gave me children, but we’ve been married for years. I can’t just let you walk away with nothing.”

Before I could respond, Willa suddenly crouched down beside me, grabbing my hand like we were best friends. “Come back with us. We’ll treat you with respect, I promise. The four of us can even play cards together!”

I snatched my hand away so fast she nearly fell over. “Yeah, no. I don’t need your ‘respect,’ and honestly? The thought of it makes me sick.”

Joshua’s expression turned stone cold. His jaw tightened and after a beat, he pulled out a folder and slid it across the table. “This house and fifteen million dollars. Consider it my way of making things right. Take it and we’ll call it even. That way, you can’t turn around and play the victim later.”

I glanced at the house key and bank card and I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

This man, Avindor’s so-called richest man. I had built everything alongside him from the ground up. If we were keeping it real, the company’s success had more to do with my hard work than his.

And now, all of that was worth… a house and 15 million dollars?

It was almost funny. But I knew if I refused, he and his little harem would throw a fit and frankly, I didn’t have the energy for it.

So, I nodded. “Sure, whatever. If that’s what you think I deserve, I’ll take it. Now sign the papers so we can be done with this.”

Joshua finally signed and just like that, it was over. Holding that divorce certificate in my hands, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years; freedom.

I was about to leave when Scarlett grabbed my arm. “Don’t go just yet. You should see this with your own eyes. If you don’t want to be the wife of the richest man, there are plenty of women who do.”

I turned back and saw Joshua already leading Jeanette to the marriage window to apply for their certificate. Meanwhile, Scarlett and Willa weren’t upset, they were actually crying tears of joy.

Wow. They really pulled it off.

These three weren’t just tolerating each other, they genuinely had solidarity. No wonder they got along so well under one roof. It was like watching some strange, modern-day sister-wife fairytale.

Once Jeanette had the marriage certificate in hand, she looked genuinely emotional. But instead of celebrating with her co-wives, she walked straight up to me. Her voice was soft, almost gentle.

“Thank you, Jolie. I know you don’t understand now, which is why you chose to leave. But one day, you’ll regret it and want to come back.” She smiled at me like she was bestowing some great wisdom. “And when that day comes, our doors will always be open to you.”

I blinked. Was she for real?

I wanted to tell her she sounded insane, but I was afraid if I stayed here any longer, I would start losing brain cells. So instead, I swallowed my irritation, turned around and walked away without another word.

Before the divorce, my life was all work. First one in, last one out. I practically lived at the company. I thought if I ever had too much free time, I would lose my mind from boredom, like an addict going through withdrawal.

Turned out, that wasn’t the case at all. I let out a dry laugh at the irony.

I had been so busy working that I gave Joshua all the time in the world to build a whole damn harem behind my back. And I didn’t even notice.

Well, at least I caught on before I wasted any more years on him.

Now that I finally had time for myself, I did something I hadn’t done in ages, I went shopping. No more having brands deliver clothes straight to my door to save time.

I actually walked into a store and picked things out myself. And, just like in those over-the-top TV dramas, the staff packed up nearly everything I looked at.

I even learned how to cook. I stopped relying on expensive supplements and crazy diet tricks to stay in shape. Now, I just ate whatever I wanted and hit the gym when I felt like it.

After workouts, I would treat myself to a full-body massage at the salon. Life was easy, comfortable and finally on my terms.

While I was enjoying my newfound freedom, Joshua started calling nonstop. I didn’t block him. I didn’t even decline the calls. I just watched my phone light up and fade out, over and over, as messages flooded in.

I knew exactly why he was reaching out and I had no interest in answering. At first, I figured he would give up eventually. But half a month later, on a rainy night, he showed up at my door, looking like a drowned rat.

The moment I opened it, he dropped to his knees. "My wife, please help me!"