Chapter 2

I'd been played.

I'd always dreamed of the romance of Barcelona, wanting to live on an estate surrounded by lavender fields.

But as the sole heir to the family business, I wasn't allowed to just laze around and enjoy life without putting in the effort.

So when Ruby asked to meet, I agreed.

She eagerly showed me her memories with Lucas, flaunting their matching tattoos.

She was as proud as a peacock, and I could barely keep from laughing.

"I've never seen a mistress so shameless and high-profile. Aren't you embarrassed?" Lily, my best friend since childhood, had always been fiery and sharp-tongued.

"Embarrassed?" Ruby raised an eyebrow. "We're true love. What's there to be embarrassed about? I'm here to make you face reality. Stop deceiving yourself and burying your head in the sand like an ostrich, pretending I don't exist. Let me tell you, Lucas said I'm the one he loves most, cares about most, and can't let go of. You're just a stay-at-home wife with nothing in common with him. What's the point of clinging to the title of Mrs. Mu? Just divorce him. I'll make sure Lucas gives you a generous alimony. You're still young..."

SLAP!

Lily's face was red with anger as she struck Ruby.

Ruby was stunned for a second, then covered her face and screamed, "How dare you hit me!"

In the quiet private room, her shriek caused the well-trained waiters to peek through the curtains, asking if we needed any help.

I was stunned too, not because Lily had hit her.

But because Ruby was screaming like a shrew, even trying to pull Lily's hair.

And she actually said I was clinging to the title of Mrs. Mu?

Me, a housewife?

"Tell Lucas to come talk to me about divorce, and I'll leave immediately," I said, cutting off her tantrum.

Ruby looked surprised. "Even now, you're still holding on? I underestimated you!" Then she smiled again. "Fine, I'll have Lucas come talk to you. When he does, don't cry and beg not to divorce."

I nodded, then pulled Lily up to leave.

"Hey, you haven't paid the bill!" Ruby called out as we were leaving.

I glanced at the untouched afternoon tea set priced at $399 on the table and smiled faintly. "The owner is a friend of mine. The waiter will put it on my tab. If you like it, feel free to take the leftovers home."

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