On my way home, the driver seemed to notice my sadness. He even deliberately slowed down the vehicle, giving me plenty of time to pour out my sadness.

He seemed aware that I could not express myself freely once I returned to the mansion, that was why his consideration that time touched my heart.

In the end, I cried sadly, since the scene re-appeared again in my memory after watching their new intimate video. After all, I could never forget the first ridicule he did to me.

So, I directly took my phone, collecting all of Marcus’s cheating evidence, and decided to go to the city court tomorrow.

*

As I came to the city court and filled out the form, I just realized that the day's date was exactly our 2nd anniversary date.

“It has been 2 years already,” I could not help muttering, while my mind was thinking back to how happy our marriage used to be.

After our wedding, the Braun family whisked me away from London to California.

I struggled to adjust to my new life at first, but Marcus was always by my side, guiding me with kindness and care.

He made it his mission to help me feel at home, taking me on daily tours around California and sharing dinner with me almost every night.

“Are you comfortable here?” Marcus asked one evening, his face lit up with a sweet smile.

I returned his smile and said, “Well, nothing too different except for our accent. I think I will adapt as time goes on.”

With a tender touch, he took my hand and kissed it lovingly.

“Tell me if you need anything. I will do my best to make you happy,” he said in a soft tone.

As a result, our love blossomed quickly, even though we had only known each other a month before our marriage.

I even still remembered how passionately Marcus pursued me in the first year. That was why I believed that love would grow with time, since I also gave him everything I had.

What was more, at every banquet, Marcus would introduce me as the best woman he ever had.

One Day, a colleague teased him, “Mr. Braun, you seem more energetic lately. Is this the influence of your marriage?”

Marcus beamed with pride, saying, “Of course. Every day, I am nourished by the meals my wife cooks herself. Please do not be a jealous gentleman, since there is no better woman than Theresa.”

I just smiled happily when he praised him.

In addition, he also never missed a chance to celebrate our special day. So, his constant affection deepened my love for him.

Like on the 24th of every month, our wedding date, Marcus would bring me a gift and said, “Happy monthiversary, honey.”

“Marcus, do we really need to celebrate every month? It’s called an anniversary because it’s once a year,” I once asked.

But Marcus shook his head and answered, “It should be, honey. After all, we love each other every day, so why not celebrate every month? Please do not reject it, or I will start celebrating every day.”

I could not help but smile and kiss him, before I answered in agreement, “Fine.”

He froze for a moment after my kiss, then smirked.

“Honey, you started this. Do not blame me if we’re up all night now.”

In summary, Marcus fulfilled his role as a husband with devotion, making me believe that my life would always be as happy as my grandfather had promised.

Everything felt perfect, especially as we celebrated our first wedding anniversary with a vacation in the Maldives.

Moreover, when we returned, I discovered I was pregnant, so Marcus’s care for me only grew stronger.

“Honey, I do not want to go to work. I am afraid something might happen to you while I am gone,” Marcus said, his hand gently rubbing my stomach.

“Oh, Marcus, you’re overreacting. There’s Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Glenda, and all the staff at the mansion. They will take good care of me,” I reassured him, stroking his head as he rested it on my belly.

Marcus pouted but eventually relented.

“Alright, Daddy’s going to work now. Be good to Mommy, little one. Do not make her dizzy or sick, and make sure you two eat well, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

However, as our happiness felt complete, a tragedy struck our family so suddenly.

It was a bit sudden actually.

When I was only ten weeks pregnant, Marcus’s grandfather, the person in the family who had been kind to me, suddenly passed away from a heart attack.

But he had always had his health checked, and the doctor said everything was fine before. That was why, everyone found it hard to believe at that time and the grief that enveloped the family, including me, was overwhelming.

What was more, a week after Old Man Braun passed, Marcus left on a month-long business trip, making the thing I feared suddenly happen.

My mother-in-law and my sister-in-law began to show their true colors.

Marcus’s mother often ordered me to clean the bathroom, cook three meals a day, and do all the household chores, pushing me to my limit.

Until one day, while trying to keep up with her demands, I slipped and tragically lost our baby.

The entire household, maids and butlers alike, witnessed the cruelty the Braun family inflicted upon me.

The miscarriage itself was also devastating. Not just because of the loss itself but because I knew that many women struggle to conceive again after losing their first child.

In despair, I called Marcus.

“Marcus, I am so sorry. I could not take good care of our baby,” I choked out through tears, my voice barely audible.

His disappointment was palpable, yet he tried to comfort me. He assured me that everything would be okay and urged me to wait for his return, promising he would do whatever it took to support me.

But I never imagined that the woman who had been cast aside would come back to shatter the life we had built.

When Marcus returned to California, he brought Gloria with him. Worse, he moved her into the private villa that was supposed to be our home, the place where we had dreamed of raising our child.

My heart broke, fury took over when I confronted him.

“Marcus, how could you bring her back here? And in our house, the home we planned to share with our children!” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger.

Marcus’s response was cold and detached. He insisted that Gloria needed immediate care due to her illness and claimed that once she recovered, he would send her back to Arizona.

But with each passing day, his attention toward me dwindled.

The last time he spoke kindly to me was when he discovered that I shared the same rare blood type as Gloria.

As I was still lost in thought, I was startled by an officer’s voice. She asked, “Ma’am, have you finished filling out the form? Is there anything I can assist you with?”

I quickly regained my composure and replied, “Oh, sorry, I was just reading the terms carefully. I will finish it quickly.”

Then, after wrapping up my business, I returned to the mansion, knowing it might be the last time I ever set foot in the Braun residence.

*

That night, Marcus finally came to our room, a place he had not visited in what felt like forever.

I was surprised to find that he still remembered our wedding day. He even handed me a luxury bag as a gift and asked while kissing my cheek, “Do you like it?”

I nodded, but there was no joy in my expression. Then, I said, “I also have a gift for you.”

“What is it?” he asked in excitement.

I stood up and reached for the documents I had tucked away in the drawer.

After everything that had happened, I knew I could not endure another year of that marriage. It was time to prioritize my own happiness.

I believed my grandfather, who matched us, would never have wanted his granddaughter to suffer because of his choice also.

With a deep breath, I pulled out the papers and said, "I have prepared the divorce papers. Take a look, and if you have any questions, just ask.

“Our marriage was arranged by our grandfathers, and neither of us truly loves the other. Let’s end this now before things get more complicated."

"Is it a joke, Theresa?"

Marcus could not help asking in confusion.

I could feel my heart tightening as I spoke, the pain in my chest intensifying with every word.

Despite everything, my love for Marcus turned out to have deepened over the years.

But I was confused, how had I fallen so hard for someone who had caused me so much pain?

However, I could not allow myself to dwell on that. My chances of having another child were nearly zero because of my condition.

Even though I was grateful to be alive, the thought of continuing to suffer like that was unbearable.

I took another steadying breath, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill, and looked at him with resolve.

Meanwhile Marcus just stared at the document, his expression unreadable. I could not tell if he was relieved, indifferent, or upset, but I knew that Gloria would be thrilled if she heard that.

“Is this really your gift?” Marcus asked, bewildered.

I nodded and answered, “Yes. I want a divorce, Marcus.”