Chapter 4

When I got home, the living room lights were already on. Seraphina sat on the couch, her face contorted with fury. I was about to speak, but she suddenly stood up, rushed towards me, and yelled, "Julian, what the hell is wrong with you?! I already swallowed my pride, and you actually went to my parents' place to give them attitude?!"

Seeing the identical smugness on all their faces, I sneered. "I made soup for your parents, and they knocked it over without even tasting it. The nursing home has plenty of caregivers, but they insisted I take care of them personally."

"As Seraphina's husband, I'm treated worse than a servant."

Seraphina frowned impatiently. "My parents are old, it's normal for them to be emotional. There are many caregivers, but they trust you more. They're treating you like family by asking you to do it."

Hearing that, I just felt sick. "They trust you the most, so why don't you personally empty their bedpans?"

In three years, apart from sending her parents money, she had barely visited the nursing home, always claiming to be too busy with work. In reality, she just found her incontinent parents disgusting. She pushed everything she didn't want to do onto me. Because I once loved Seraphina so deeply, I willingly endured it all. My self-sacrifice, in their eyes, was simply expected.

"Julian, how dare you speak to me like that!?" Seraphina, stung by my words, angrily flipped over the coffee table in front of her. I couldn't dodge in time, and the scalding hot water, just boiled, splashed all over my hand. A huge blister immediately swelled on the back of my hand. The burning agony spread from my skin through my entire body. My vision blurred, and I broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Now do you know how to talk to me?" Seraphina looked pleased, advancing toward me step by step. "You only calm down when I throw a fit. As my husband, why can't you be more like Caleb, gentle and considerate, instead of constantly talking back to me?"

It's like three words out of four from her family were about Caleb.

I stood up, enduring the pain, and sneered. "If you think Caleb is so great, then marry him!"

"Julian!" Seraphina hadn't expected me to talk back again. Her eyes turned red with rage as she threatened, "If you dare talk back to me again, I'll divorce you!"

That was exactly what I was waiting for.

I met her angry gaze, my voice firm. "Fine! Let's get divorced then!"

Seraphina was uncharacteristically stunned. After several seconds, she slowly raised her eyes, an expression of disbelief on her face. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

But Seraphina's emotions were unusually agitated. "Julian, are you insane?"

I scoffed. "Perhaps only an insane person could tolerate their wife publicly dating someone else and even planning a grand wedding."

Seraphina's voice trembled. "If you initiate the divorce, you'll only get $9.9 in compensation."

Because of that paltry $9.9 compensation, Seraphina had never worried that I would leave her.

I unhesitatingly pulled out my payment QR code. "Transfer me the $9.9. Let's divorce immediately. And I'll even give you an extra gift!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Seraphina's face instantly turned ashen.