Chapter 4

The words had barely left my lips when Brandon jumped up.

"Harper, you're divorcing me over a dead person?"

"I'm a lifeguard, not the Grim Reaper. Isn't it normal not to be able to save everyone?"

I replied calmly,

"I'll have my lawyer contact you. Let's part ways amicably."

Brandon glared at me, his teeth clenched.

"Chloe and I both tried our best. I know you're upset, but after ten years, can you really just throw it all away?”

Chloe dropped to her knees, repeatedly bowing her head and pleading with me.

"Harper, I don't want to ruin your relationship with Brandon. If you don't divorce him, I'll let you hit me, yell at me, whatever you want."

Brandon pulled her up, his heart aching.

"Chloe, don't beg her."

Then he looked at me again, his tone turning harsh and icy.

"Chloe is just an intern. If you have a grievance, take it out on me. Why are you trying to scare her?"

"Harper, your family doesn't have a son, and one of your two daughters is already dead. Your father still relies on me, his son-in-law, for appearances. Aren't you afraid of being looked down upon if you divorce?"

I scoffed.

"Brandon, ever since we got married, your living expenses, your clothes, even the money to start your company—none of it came from anywhere but my family."

"You're like a leech, clinging to the Davis family and sucking us dry. And now you're claiming *you're* holding the Davis family together? I don't know where you get the nerve."

Brandon's face flushed, then paled, then flushed again at my words. Catching Chloe's gaze, he finally exploded in anger.

"Fine! I'll give you what you want."

"But don't expect me to ever help your family with anything again."

With that, he set the half-burnt clothes on fire again, unleashing all his resentment towards me onto Kimberly's remains. By the time my bodyguards rushed over, only half a shoe was left of the pile of clothes. I could only take that half-shoe back and buy a burial plot, preparing to make a cenotaph for Kimberly.

The day before the funeral, I sent the location to Brandon, asking him to come and say his final goodbyes to his sister. To my surprise, the first person to arrive wasn't Brandon, but Chloe. She stormed in furiously, armed with a baseball bat, smashing everything. Even the tombstone was shattered into four pieces. I stared at the scene, my heart heavy with grief.

Just then, Brandon finally strolled in, a smug look plastered on his face as he surveyed the scene.

"Excellent. A slut like that deserves this fate."

Chloe's eyes glinted mischievously, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

"Oh, yes. A slut certainly can't stand loneliness. Let's give her something a little more stimulating."