Chapter 2

What?

The room went silent, everyone turning to stare at Skylar.

Waiting for her response.

“That’s right!”

Skylar didn’t hesitate, nodding directly as she admitted, “Chloe was absolutely right.”

“Women are meant to marry up, always.”

“Her first husband owned a bakery, her second was a real estate developer, and she’s always rocking new diamond necklaces and rings.”

“Now, her third husband is a tech CEO, and she’s living a life of endless luxury. Plus, he’s five years younger than her!”

“So I can definitely do that too.”

She lifted her chin proudly, her eyes brimming with self-confidence.

But everyone else was stunned.

I let out a bitter laugh.

Maybe Skylar never truly saw me from the start. Perhaps she was just enjoying the perks of my kindness and support.

After all, she and Chloe always thought I was plain-looking, and being with her was a miracle from heaven.

Even if I treated her a hundred times better. Even if I agreed to be DINK. It was all useless.

After a brief silence, Mrs. Carter slapped her thigh and urged me, “What are you just standing there for? Apologize and win her back! Buy her a new handbag, get her a necklace.”

“You must have done something wrong to upset Skylar! Otherwise, she wouldn’t be doing something so foolish, saying such ridiculous things!”

Hearing that, I felt a surge of exasperation.

Skylar had just made it so clear, yet they were still blaming me and demanding I grovel.

They weren't even leaving me a shred of dignity.

Seeing I didn’t move, Mr. Carter repeatedly nudged my leg with his knee, subtly prompting me, while saying, “Liam, you’re a man. It’s no big deal to swallow your pride or take a hit for the team.”

“Saving your marriage is what matters most.”

“After all, you won’t find another wife as gentle and beautiful as my daughter anywhere.”

“If you don’t win her back today, you’ll regret it forever.”

The others started chiming in again.

“Apologize now, or my cousin will get serious, and you’ll be finished!”

“Marrying my cousin was a huge stroke of luck for you, your family’s been blessed for generations, so hurry up and win her back!”

“You big, oblivious idiot, do you even know how to sweet-talk your wife? Even if it’s not your fault, you still need to admit it!”

Not a single person in the room spoke up for me.

They all told me to back down.

But why?

Because of Skylar’s looks? Because of her inflated ego? Because she couldn’t be content with what she had?

Thinking this, I slowly stood up, looked Skylar in the eye, and said, word for word, “I agree to the divorce.”

“From now on, our marriage is over. We have nothing to do with each other.”