"Thank you, Simon," I replied and quickly opened the email. Its contents were jarring.

Casper had indeed gone to Peak Hotel in Westfield with Lucille. They had spent the entire night passionately making out, and the email even included security footage of them kissing in the elevator.

There were also records of the large bank transfers he had made to her over the years, along with a deed to a downtown apartment registered in her name.

I closed the email and felt no wave of emotion, only a deep coldness.

It turned out that for all these years, he had been carrying on a secret affair with Lucille behind my back, and all those excuses about "responsibility" were nothing but an excuse for his infidelity.

I pulled out my phone and called the top divorce attorney in Jovialville, Harvey Spencer.

"Hi, Mr. Spencer. I need you to draft a divorce agreement for me. I'll send over the specific terms shortly."

Soon, Casper's and my wedding anniversary arrived. I specifically hired a private chef to prepare a grand feast at home and booked an appointment at a luxury salon, planning to dress up for the anniversary celebration.

As I walked downstairs to head out, Lucille was crouching by the dining table, feeding Baxter.

When she saw me, she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Sabrina, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going to get my hair done. Casper and I are celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight," I replied in a flat voice and picked up my bag at the door.

Lucille froze. A flash of hurt crossed her eyes, and her lips moved, but she didn't say a word.

Above her head, the comments blew up again.

"Sabrina is so manipulative! She's intentionally bringing up the anniversary in front of Lucille to upset her!"

"Don't be sad, Lucille. Casper's heart belongs to you. He's just humoring Sabrina."

"She's disgusting. She used her family's wealth and status to break up Casper and Lucille in the past, and now she's flaunting it on purpose!"

"If Casper doesn't need Sabrina's family to back his new project, he never would have remarried her. Poor Lucille is suffering so much."

"But doesn't anyone find the forbidden romance between the brother-in-law and his widowed sister-in-law thrilling? This minor setback is nothing since they'll end up together anyway."

Deep down, I let out a cold laugh. That was when it hit me that Casper's tolerance for me was solely because of my family's connections and power.

Right in front of Lucille, I pulled out my phone and called Casper.

The moment the call was picked up, I softened my tone into a sweet, gentle murmur. "Honey, make sure to come home early after work today."

…

When I returned from the salon, the house was dead silent. Lucille and Baxter weren't home.

I went up to my room, took a long nap, and returned downstairs to find the dining table overflowing with the lavish feast the chef had prepared.

The clock on the wall ticked away, minute by minute, from 8:00 pm to 9:00 pm, then all the way to 11:00 pm.

Casper still hadn't come home. His phone was unreachable, and every call went unanswered.

I called his assistant and asked, "Has Casper left the office? Why haven't I been able to reach him?"

"Mr. Sloan went straight home after work. He didn't have any business dinners scheduled, so he should have been back hours ago," the assistant replied, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"I see."

I hung up, feeling completely unbothered.

At 12:00 am sharp, the front door was unlocked.

I looked up as Casper pushed the door open and stepped in. His expression was terrifyingly dark.

Lucille and Baxter followed him in. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and fresh tear stains still hung on her cheeks.

Baxter leaned against Lucille's arms, looking drained and pale.

The moment Casper stepped inside, he slammed his briefcase onto the cabinet by the door before storming up to me. His brows were furrowed, and his tone carried a deep, simmering rage.

"What the hell are you doing, Sabrina? I can't believe you threw Lucille and Baxter out of the house just to celebrate our wedding anniversary!

"Look at Baxter! He's sick, so how could you be so heartless?"

Comments flooded the screen.

"That's such a brilliant move! Lucille perfectly framed Sabrina and made Casper think she threw them out!"

"Casper is genuinely furious this time. He used to tolerate Sabrina, but he definitely won't anymore."

"Does Sabrina seriously think Casper is going to comfort her? In her dreams! He only cares about Lucille!"

"Get a divorce already and let Casper, Lucille, and Baxter reunite as a proper family of three."

I chuckled and calmly replied, "Is that what she told you? That I kicked her out?"

Lucille wiped her tears and choked out, "Don't be mad, Casper. This has nothing to do with Sabrina. I chose to take Baxter out myself because I didn't want to interrupt your anniversary celebration."

"Stop defending her, Lucille!" Casper snapped, then turned around to glare at me as his fury escalated.

"I'm telling the truth, am I not? Who else would've done that if not you?"

I shrugged and kept my tone perfectly calm. "Fine, let's just say I kicked her out. But since this is my house, am I not allowed to decide that I don't want her staying here?"

"How dare you!" Pointing at me, Casper was shaking all over in rage. "She's my late brother's wife, and now that he's gone, it's my responsibility to take care of her and Baxter. How can you treat my family like that?"

"Responsibility?" I looked up at him. My gaze was cold, and my voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Casper, dare you look me in the eye and honestly say that responsibility is all you feel for her?"

Lucille quickly stepped forward and clutched Casper's arm. Her eyes welled up with tears.

"Casper, Sabrina, please don't fight because of me. It's all my fault, and I shouldn't have come here to disrupt your lives.

"Sabrina, if you don't like Baxter and me, we won't ever come back. Please don't let us ruin your relationship."

"You did nothing wrong, so you don't have to leave," Casper gently murmured.

He caught Lucille's arm and whipped his head around to glare at me. "This is my house, and it's your home too, Lucille. No one is driving you out.

"Sabrina, if you keep acting unreasonably, don't blame me for what happens next."

The comments above Lucille's head exploded once more.

"Casper spoils Lucille so much! He's amazing!"

"Divorce! Divorce! Divorce!"

Just then, Casper's phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call, and after listening to a few sentences, his expression turned remarkably darker.

After he hung up, the rage in his eyes looked ready to erupt into flames.

"Was it you, Sabrina? Did you tell your dad not to help me secure that project?"

I slowly stood up, picked up the drafted divorce papers I had long prepared, and tossed them at him.

"Yes, it was me. We're getting a divorce, and I see no reason to help you anymore."

I paused, my eyes scanning Casper and Lucille's utterly dumbfounded expressions, and mockingly continued, "I'm only doing this so you can openly live as a family of three."