Chapter 3

Marcus’s eyes went wide.

"Audrey, you blocked me?!"

I had to laugh.

I’d deleted all his contact info two years ago. Was he just figuring that out now?

Marcus looked totally humiliated and demanded I add him back immediately.

I shot back coldly, "An ex-husband? Why would I bother?"

"Besides, my husband doesn’t like me having random people in my contacts. It bugs him."

Seeing me keep refusing to play along, Marcus finally lost his cool.

"Audrey, are you done with this act? I’ve given you an out—if you keep dragging this out, we’re getting a divorce!"

Back in the day, Marcus would always threaten divorce when things didn’t go his way, making me back down.

He thought he could still push me around like before.

But I just let out a bitter laugh.

"Marcus, don’t you remember? We got divorced two years ago."

The room went dead silent at my words.

Marcus froze. "Divorced? When did that happen?"

Then it hit him, and he scoffed,

"I get it! This is just another one of your games, isn’t it? Two years later, and you’re still pulling this manipulative crap!"

I shook my head, exasperated.

"Marcus, didn’t you see the papers I left you two years ago?"

Marcus looked confused. "What papers?"

Before I left the country, I’d left Marcus a package.

Inside was my wedding ring, which I’d taken off, plus a signed divorce agreement.

I’d made him sign that divorce agreement the very day he ignored me and signed those sperm donation papers.

He’d always been careless with me—signed it without even glancing at it.

He probably hadn’t bothered to look inside that package two years ago.

That’s why he had no idea we were already divorced—still thought I was just throwing a fit.

I let out a bitter laugh, pulled the divorce decree copy from my bag, and slammed it on the table in front of him.

"Marcus, that package had a signed divorce agreement. I made two copies—this is mine. Take a good look. We’re divorced."

Marcus picked up the papers, stunned. But when he saw his signature and the date, his face went white.

"I… I signed this? How could I have signed something like this…?"

"You did. Remember that 'important document' I had you sign the day you scheduled your donation appointment?"

My reminder finally hit Marcus—too late. He realized what he’d signed that day was the divorce papers. His face went pale.

The rest of the room was shocked too.

"Audrey actually divorced him? Did she finally snap out of it?"

"If they’re divorced, why’d she come back? Bet she still can’t get over Marcus."

Hearing that, Marcus lifted his chin, sure I still had feelings for him.

Little did he know, I was only back in the country to be with my husband and son.

Liam had a big industry summit to attend here, and Leo wanted to visit the local amusement park during his vacation.

I’d just arrived when I got the reunion invite, so I figured I’d stop by.

I was about to burst his bubble when his phone rang. It was his assistant.

"Mr. Miller, we just got word that Mr. Smith from Wenyan Group is back in the country with his wife and kid—they’ll be at tonight’s charity gala too. The board wants us to add seats and roll out the red carpet."

"They specifically said to treat his wife well. Apparently Mr. Smith values her opinion more than anything—winning her over could make or break our future partnership."

That’s when I realized Marcus’s company was one of the gala organizers.

As soon as Marcus hung up, everyone started sucking up to him.

"Marcus, Wenyan Group is an industry giant! Your company actually connected with them? You’re set for life!"

"I heard only the top players from every field are going to this gala. Can you hook us old classmates up with introductions?"

Marcus gave me a smug look, looking down his nose at me.

"Audrey, you regretting divorcing me in that fit of yours now?"

"If you agree to take care of Noah, I might think about remarrying you..."

The irony hit me hard.

Wenyan Group was my husband's company, and I was the "Mrs. Smith" they were so desperate to impress.

Before Marcus could finish, I cut him off sharply.

"Wenyan Group might not even want this collaboration."

Camille, who'd been quiet, gave me a sneer.

"How would you know anything about that?"

I enunciated each word clearly: "Because I am Mrs. Smith."

Silence. Everyone stared, jaws dropping.

Camille actually laughed.

"If you're Mrs. Smith, then I'm Mr. Smith's sister!"

"Everyone knows Mr. Smith spoils his wife rotten! He just bought her some crazy expensive jewel at an auction! Mrs. Smith is like royalty—you think you can just pretend to be her?"

"Look at you! You don't look anything like Mrs. Smith!"

I stayed calm, pulling a necklace out from under my collar. The pendant was a flawless, deep blue gem.

"You mean this one? The 'Star of the Deep Sea'?"