Chapter 3

Though my voice wasn’t loud, it stunned everyone.

Even Skylar paused for a moment, seemingly surprised I agreed so readily.

Before anyone could react, I took the divorce papers, signed them, and pressed my thumbprint.

“Are you out of your mind?!”

At that moment, Mr. and Mrs. Carter finally snapped back to reality, both jumping to their feet in agitation.

“Liam!”

“Are you even a man? Is it that hard to just apologize? Skylar says divorce, and you just agree? Can’t you show some responsibility?”

“Tear up those divorce papers, get on your knees and apologize to Skylar! List all your mistakes and beg for forgiveness, one by one.”

Skylar was the one who initiated the divorce, yet they weren’t trying to talk her out of it. Instead, they were convinced I was the one who messed up.

Like daughter, like parents, I guess.

The whole family was just a bunch of arrogant, self-important people.

Skylar, fearing I might actually tear up the papers, quickly snatched them back.

“Let’s go. To the courthouse. The staff will be leaving soon.”

She was so impatient.

It only made me feel like I’d wasted my genuine affection on someone undeserving.

What did these five years of marriage even mean? A total dumpster fire.

I said nothing, just followed behind Skylar.

Mr. Carter grabbed my arm, furious. “Liam!”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’re over thirty. If you divorce my daughter, even a stray dog wouldn’t want you!”

“If you know what’s good for you, get on your knees and apologize right now. I’ll put in a good word for you. If that’s not enough, hand over your parents’ retirement savings for us to hold, just to give my daughter some peace of mind.”

“Oh, and that old house they live in? The property deed should be changed to my daughter’s name.”

He’d brought this up before.

Now, he was taking advantage of the situation, trying to get their greedy hands on my parents’ retirement home.

Unbelievable.

If I agreed, would I even have the right to call myself a son?

I clenched my fists, shaking off his hand.

“Maybe I won’t be the one nobody wants.”

With that, I walked away without looking back.

Behind me, I heard Mr. and Mrs. Carter’s curses.

“You cursed jerk! You’re so selfish! It’s just retirement money and a house! No wonder my daughter divorced you!”

“My daughter with you? It’s like pairing a goddess with a peasant.”

“Exactly, this divorce? Best thing that ever happened!”

“My daughter will only marry up, and you? You can just rot in the ground!”

Skylar’s relatives also hurled insults.

They called me ungrateful trash.

They said I wasn’t handsome enough, and I had no money.

But over the years, I’d helped them out countless times, lent them a lot of money that I never got back.

I’d even given Mr. and Mrs. Carter many expensive gifts.

Once, they were in a car accident, and Skylar was away on a business trip. My parents and I took care of them for a whole month.

I thought five years of devoted care and diligent effort would at least earn me some respect.

Now it seemed it wasn’t just Skylar who looked down on me.

Deep down, the entire Carter family thought I had married above my station.

No matter how hard I tried, it was useless.

On the way to the courthouse.

Skylar turned to me and asked, “What did you mean by ‘maybe I won’t be the one nobody wants’?”

“Are you saying I can’t land a good partner? Or that you think you can find someone better than me?”