A few days later, I picked a lucky day from the calendar.

I had the divorce lawyer send the divorce papers to Daniel's office. I thought I'd get a phone call with Daniel yelling at me.

But I heard nothing, not a single word. I even suspected my phone was broken.

Little did I know, it wasn't my phone, and it wasn't because he hadn't received it.

He was just busy taking Ivy's child to the doctor.

I saw Daniel and Ivy carrying the child in and out of the hospital on TV, but I felt nothing.

They didn't return home until dinner. The two of them hurried in through the front door.

Daniel handed the child to the nanny and gave some instructions. Ivy, meanwhile, went to hang up Daniel's coat, playing the perfect doting wife.

When her eyes met mine, she instinctively looked down.

I glanced at Daniel's worried and heavy expression.

I felt a bit dazed.

Once upon a time, I also hoped to have a family with Daniel, to have a cute child.

He would treat our child the way he had just treated theirs.

But now, I was only witnessing this fatherly love directed elsewhere.

I found it all so ironic.

"James, have Mr. Perry's unfinished files delivered to the house by express courier.

"Yes, right now!"

I deliberately raised my voice, drawing everyone's attention.

Daniel furrowed his brows and glared at me.

"Grace, can you stop making a scene?

"The child has bronchitis from falling into the water last time. I'm covering for you!"

"Covering for me?"

I was so angry I nearly passed out.

"A scene? Daniel, I'm reminding you that the company's contracts are worth millions of dollars. You're taking someone else's kid to the doctor? If the deal falls through, can you afford to cover the loss?"

"You're being completely unreasonable!"

Daniel had no idea why I had changed so much.

He only thought I was throwing a tantrum.

These past few days, he'd been sleeping in a separate room, never once bothering to find out why I was giving him a hard time.

Maybe he didn't care at all.

Even though we were under the same roof, he didn't care what I did or if I was happy.

The one he cared about was someone he couldn't see or touch before, but now that she was here, he couldn't help but put his whole heart into her.

Now, she was right in front of him, and he couldn't help but hang his whole heart on her.

"Grace, once the baby is better, I'll move out."

Ivy stepped forward and took my hand, promising with great conviction.

I looked at her coldly, unmoved.

"Move out? Ivy, are you really willing to leave before the show is over?"

The tension between the three of us filled the room, and all you could hear was heavy breathing.

"Mr. Perry, Ms. Barnes, here are today's documents. These few were just received."

James personally delivered the contract documents, breaking the silence.

I glanced at the documents on the table and immediately noticed the one from the law firm.

Daniel flipped through it briefly, glanced at it, and then gave James some instructions before wrapping up quickly.

"Mr. Perry, this one is from the law firm."

"The law firm?"

Daniel took the envelope suspiciously, opened it, then looked up at me in shock.

The anger in his eyes could have burned me.

He stormed over to me, throwing the divorce papers in my face.

"You want a divorce?"

Daniel furrowed his brows, and his furious expression almost made me laugh.

"Yes, sign it."

I bent over, spun the pen on the table, and pushed it toward him.

"Stop it, okay?"

Daniel frowned, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"What? You don't want a divorce either?

"Your sister thought after coming back, you would storm off in anger for her! But here you are...

"She must be so disappointing for your sister, right, Ms. Watson?"

Ivy stood there, her frail frame trembling. I stared at her with a smirk.

"Ms. Watson, are you enjoying the show?"

I bent over, signed the divorce papers, then walked straight to the door and stopped.

"Daniel, you'd better tell Ivy to stop her little games. Your long, dirty history is nothing worth showing off.

"Don't shove it in my face!"

"What are you talking about?" Daniel looked at me, confused.

"Why don't you ask your dear sister how she cracked open that secret safe and gave us all a front-row seat to your youthful love story!"

Daniel took a few quick steps forward, grabbing my arm. "Where are you going?"

His long-forgotten concern made me pause for a moment.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

He was still the same cold and proud Daniel, with only me by his side.

"Go find a man."

"Don't you dare!"

Daniel gripped my wrist tightly, his eyes burning with enough anger to consume me.

I slowly pulled my hand away from his grip, smiling as I leaned closer.

"What wouldn't I dare? Open your eyes wide and see it clearly, Daniel."