The fact that Peter agreed to Cara's suggestion so casually was simply proof that he didn't care about me.

This meant that if I accepted his arrangements now and went back to being his wife, Cara would continue to appear in our lives going forward.

"I don't want a single thing. All I want is to end this marriage."

It dawned on Peter that I wasn't just throwing a tantrum. Not only was I unwilling to accept his overtures, but I was also hell-bent on getting a divorce.

The irritation in his chest boiled over into anger in an instant.

"Ada, have you forgotten our agreement? If you divorce me, you won't get a single cent! And what about your family's business? Your mom's treatment? Do you honestly believe that without me, your stepfather, Eric Patton—who's already got himself a new flame—would bother to take care of your mom?"

Of course he wouldn't.

I knew perfectly well that if it weren't for that ungrateful Eric turning his back on Mom and refusing to care for her, leaving me desperate and with no other choice, I would never have agreed to this laughable arranged marriage.

Peter and I had always been two parallel lines. Now, I was simply letting everything return to its proper course.

I zipped up my suitcase once more and said coldly, "Do whatever you want."

Peter was struck dumb. He couldn't fathom why the tactic that had always worked without fail on me in the past no longer had any effect.

However, his pride wouldn't allow him to lower himself any further.

Thus, he watched in silence as I walked toward the door.

It wasn't until I pulled the door open that he could barely contain the panic rising in him. He almost called out to stop me, but then he remembered what Cara had said to him before he came.

"Ada is just too bored at home, so she wants to stir up drama, like something out of a TV soap. I've seen plenty of women like this who've grown accustomed to the good life.

"As long as you ignore her and leave her hanging, it won't be long before she comes slinking back on her own. And when she does, she'll even apologize to you."

Thinking of this, Peter felt a surge of irritation.

He reached into his pocket for a homemade honey-lemon cough drop. Maybe it was the dry weather, but he always coughed a little whenever he smoked. So, I tried all sorts of ways to make it easier on him.

Peter figured that I wasn't entirely useless after all. When the time came, he would make sure I apologized properly and sincerely repented, so that I'd never dare threaten him with divorce again.

He quickly convinced himself of this.

After leaving Peter, I hesitated for a long time but eventually went to see my mentor, Miranda Shor.

The gray-haired woman saw me dragging my meager suitcase and simply stepped aside to let me in without saying anything, just like she had during every visit of mine before.

My eyes stung despite myself, and the tears spilled over.

Back when I gave up on further studies to get married, Professor Shor was the one who objected most vehemently. Even on the day of my wedding, she hadn't given up sending me messages.

"Ada, hardship is only temporary. There is no obstacle in this world that can't be overcome. Your difficulties can be resolved in other ways. Don't let one moment of foolishness cost you your entire life. The life of a wealthy man's wife only looks glamorous from the outside.

"The sacrifices you'll have to make are all invisible. A degree might give you a brief shine, but ultimately, you're still asking someone else for money. And as long as you're taking someone's money, you're always going to be under their thumb."

Later, time proved that Professor Shor had been right about everything.

In the beginning, Peter was quite satisfied with my academic credentials.

But then Cara came into his life.

She said that before Mom adopted me, I was nothing more than someone from the lowest rung of society. And even now, despite having a degree, I still couldn't shake the bad habits ingrained in me since childhood.

Thus, I needed to learn the rules of their social class and develop proper spending habits.

I depended on Peter for money. He could grant it, withhold it, or dispense it in whatever absurd manner he saw fit.

Once I had cried my fill, Professor Shor finally said calmly, "I hope you haven't let your professional knowledge slip away. I have a job here that requires going into the mountains and wading through rivers to collect data. Do you want to take it?"

For a moment, I was stunned. I never expected that not only would she not blame me, but she would also be willing to give me a job, which was exactly what I needed most at this moment.

Professor Shor frowned imperceptibly. "What? Don't tell me you've gotten too used to the good life of a wealthy wife and can't handle the hardships we working folks have to put up with?"

With tears still clinging to my cheeks, I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

"I can handle it, Professor Shor. For myself, I'm willing to put up with any hardship."

Professor Shor smiled with genuine warmth and immediately set things in motion with swift efficiency.

"Then hurry up and contact the team right away. Work isn't some soap opera. You don't get to sit around feeling sorry for yourself."

Under her arrangements, I soon embarked on the work journey. At first, I struggled to adjust. But as time went on, the knowledge and operation procedures etched deep in my soul began to surface from the recesses of my mind, and I grew more and more adept.

The stern and taciturn team leader, Riley Becker, gave me a thumbs-up.

"At first, I was worried you'd be too soft. But now, I can see that it's true what they say—great mentors make great proteges."

I smiled and replied, "It's because everyone has been looking out for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to adjust so quickly."

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, an ill-timed call rang out.

"Ada?"

I turned around. It was Cara, dressed in the height of fashion, clutching the latest designer handbag.

She swept a dismissive glance over the others beside me and said, "I was wondering why you suddenly kicked up such a fuss about divorcing Peter. It turns out you're back to your old ways, mixing with these low-class people again."

As she spoke, she wrinkled her brows, as if even speaking to us was a charitable act.

My expression turned icy.

Sure, we might look a bit rough around the edges after hauling ourselves through the wilderness collecting data. But that still didn't give her the right to insult us.

"What are you? A cockroach? You're everywhere!" I said to Cara.

Cara immediately turned red in the face.

From behind her emerged an all-too-familiar man.

"What's going on?"

With reddened eyes, Cara replied pitifully, "Nothing much, really. It's just that Ada recklessly ran away from home for a long time.

"So, when I saw her out here today following us around with that dodgy crowd she's fallen in with, I couldn't help trying to talk some sense into her. Who knew she'd take it the wrong way?"

It was only then that Peter noticed me standing across from him, and a barely perceptible frown flickered across his face.

His eyes held a knowing look. "Ada, are you picking on Cara again? If you've come to say sorry to me, you must first apologize to her!"

I rolled my eyes at him and turned to leave, taking everyone with me.

The woman beside me, Sarah Humphrey, asked quietly, "Ada, who was that?"

I snorted coldly and replied, "My blind and brainless ex-husband."

Peter's expression darkened as he demanded, "Ada, you've already followed me all the way here, so how much longer do you intend to keep this up? You've been away from home for so many days without a care!

"You didn't even bother to ask about Mom! Have you no conscience at all? Are you really going to push me into stopping payment for Mom's treatment?"

I looked at him wearily, my tone icy. "Go ahead and cut it off. Isn't that what you do best?"

Peter was stung by the loathing and coldness in my eyes. He couldn't tell whether what he felt in that moment was anger or panic at what he was about to lose.

He pulled out his phone decisively, not noticing the panic that flickered across Cara's face.

"Peter, let's not do this."

Peter pushed down Cara's hand, which was resting on his arm, and said coldly, "Ada must be taught a lesson. Otherwise, she'll never learn how to be my wife."

On the other end of the line, his assistant, Cory Morrow, hesitated upon receiving the order.

"Mr. Crowley, Mrs. Crowley's adoptive mother passed away last month. Her medical expenses had already been cut off before her death."

Peter froze on the spot, murmuring in disbelief, "How is that possible?"