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&quot;The reason for the divorce? The other party is unable to fulfill the wife&#039;s basic needs. I suspect that the other party may be dealing with sexual dysfunction.&quot; Calista sneered.<br /> But it was an objective statement. Lucian didn&#039;t touch her at all for the past three years.<br /> He scoffed coldly as though he was going to tear her apart. &quot;Did you find yourself another target?&quot;<br /> &quot;None of your business. I&#039;m gonna forget about you prick and start my new life.&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> &quot;Oh, Paul, take me.&quot;<br /> &quot;Calista Everhart, look at me. Who am I?&quot;<br /> The lights were switched on. Calista&#039;s eyes widened the moment she recognized the man&#039;s face.<br /> &quot;Lucian Northwood? What are you doing here!&quot;<br /> Lucian held her chin with a cold expression. &quot;If you dare to send yourself to my bed, you should know I&#039;m not easy to deal with.&quot;<br /> &quot;It&#039;s not what you think. I was wrong …&quot;<br /> She tried to free herself, but it was too late. Agonizing pain consumed her the entire night.<br /> After the deed, Lucian tossed a credit card at her. But she slapped him across the face.<br /> He licked the corner of his lips and sneered. &quot;Isn&#039;t this what you came for?&quot;<br /> His words destroyed her, but there was no turning back now.<br /> &quot;Lucian Northwood, I don&#039;t want money. I want you to marry me!&quot;<br /> Three years later.<br /> Calista was watching the entertainment news at Everglade Manor. The report covered a dancer named Lily Scott, who accidentally fell off the stage. The scene was a mess.<br /> A man in a suit walked through the crowd with a cold expression. He carried the injured Lily and left the scene.<br /> Although it showed only his side profile, Calista could recognize him. They had been married for three years, after all. She would recognize him no matter what.<br /> Last night, in bed, that very same man told her that he would be back home early today.<br /> She turned to look at the cold food on the table. She had spent the whole afternoon cooking.<br /> She got up and threw the food into the trash can. Her emotionless act made the two blisters on the back of her hand appear ironic.<br /> Following that, Calista headed upstairs to pack her luggage. On the day she and Lucian registered their marriage, she had also hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.<br /> She remembered it like it was yesterday.<br /> According to the agreement, their marriage should only last for three years. Then, they would divorce. It was the exact same time Lily spent studying abroad.<br /> There were three months left before the agreement officially ended. But, with Lily back in the country early, Calista figured the agreement was in effect.<br /> She carried the luggage downstairs. Then, she called Lucian before leaving the house.<br /> His impatient voice resounded over the phone. &quot;What?&quot;<br /> His indifferent tone made her grip tighten around the luggage handle. Clearly, he had forgotten the promise he made last night.<br /> Well, how could she actually believe his words when the promise was made in bed?<br /> &quot;Have you eaten?&quot;<br /> There was few seconds of silence. He didn&#039;t want to answer such a boring question.<br /> &quot;If there&#039;s nothing else, I&#039;m hanging up. I&#039;m busy.&quot; As soon as he offered this brief answer, he ended the call.<br /> After that, Calista drove away the most expensive car in the garage.<br /> It didn&#039;t stand out in the lines of luxury cars. But on the road, it was different. Its cool features alone could give onlookers an adrenaline rush.<br /> Calista drove to a seven-star hotel in the city.<br /> She handed over a black card to the receptionist. &quot;A presidential suite for three months.&quot;<br /> The receptionist accepted it with a smile. &quot;Of course, miss. The total is 15 million dollars. Since it is a presidential suite, we demand a 30 percent penalty if you check out earlier than expected.&quot;<br /> &quot;I&#039;ll pay with the card,&quot; Calista said expressionlessly. She might not be able to spend Lucian&#039;s money starting tomorrow.<br /> The divorce agreement stated that the assets would be split equally.<br /> However, Lucian could always decide to go against the agreement. That would make things difficult for her, and she might not receive a single cent.<br /> After all, Northwood Corporation had the best lawyers in the industry. There was nothing they couldn&#039;t do.<br /> As an afterthought, she might as well spend the money while she was still &quot;Mrs. Northwood.&quot;<br /> If she didn&#039;t do that, the money would then belong to the homewrecker.<br /> After swiping the card, the receptionist handed a key card to Calista. &quot;Please keep it safe, miss.&quot;<br /> At that moment, people stared at her in awe of her wealth.<br /> As Lucian stood outside the operating room, he saw the credit card usage.<br /> He frowned. It wasn&#039;t because of the amount, but where it was paid to.<br /> A seven-star hotel.<br /> Just as he was about to call Calista, a doctor pushed Lily out of the operating room.<br /> She was still in her dance outfit. When she fell off the stage, the decorations left cuts all over her arms. The stitches made the injuries seem even more horrifying.<br /> Her complexion was as pale as a sheet.<br /> &quot;Mild concussion and soft-tissue injuries. She injured her spine slightly. However, it isn&#039;t that serious.&quot;<br /> Nevertheless, Lily was deathly pale. After all, she had fallen off from such a high place.<br /> Nervously, she asked, &quot;Will it affect my career in any way?&quot;<br /> &quot;We have to keep observing things for now. We can&#039;t eliminate that possibility.&quot; The doctor&#039;s answer was vague.<br /> Her eyes reddened almost instantly. She fought back her tears and gazed at Lucian. &quot;Thank you, Lucian. You can go home now. I can handle it alone—&quot;<br /> Before she could finish, the doctor interrupted, &quot;That won&#039;t do. Someone has to look after you. A mild concussion isn&#039;t something to be taken lightly.&quot;<br /> She wanted to say something, but Lucian beat her to it. &quot;I&#039;ll stay for the night. You should get some rest.&quot;<br /> They had known each other for a long time, so she knew his personality well. &quot;Thank you. But … should I contact Calista to explain the situation?&quot;<br /> The incident was so huge that it was reported on the news, so Calista might be aware of it.<br /> Lucian went silent for a few seconds. Then, he frowned impatiently. &quot;No need for that.&quot;<br /> He stayed until the next morning. By the time he returned home, the housekeeper, Mia, was cleaning up the place.<br /> Upon noticing his arrival, Mia greeted, &quot;You&#039;re back, sir. Would you like some breakfast?&quot;<br /> &quot;Yes.&quot;<br /> He hadn&#039;t slept all night, so he had a headache. He rubbed his forehead and asked casually, &quot;Where&#039;s Calista?&quot;<br /> &quot;She must&#039;ve gone to work. I haven&#039;t seen her since I arrived.&quot;<br /> Lucian never liked the idea of having outsiders stay in his house, so Mia didn&#039;t live there.<br /> He checked his wristwatch for the time. Usually, Calista would still be having breakfast at this time.<br /> &quot;Does that mean she paid the hotel for herself? She spent the night out,&quot; he concluded in his head.<br /> His face darkened.<br /> Mia didn&#039;t notice and served him breakfast. Then, she held up a package. &quot;Mr. Northwood, you have a package.&quot;<br /> His residence&#039;s address was kept personal. Packages and mail were usually sent to Northwood Corporation.<br /> The secretary would always check their contents before handing them over to him.<br /> Lucian didn&#039;t give much thought to the package. He happened to be free, so he accepted it to check what it was.<br /> Once he realized that it was a divorce agreement, his face fell. He went through the document quickly. Then, he reached the terms for asset distribution.<br /> He scoffed. &quot;She already has the details listed, huh?&quot;<br /> According to the conditions, all the houses, vehicles, cash, and stocks he owned were to be divided equally.<br /> &quot;She has some nerve,&quot; he commented.<br /> Mia didn&#039;t dare to say a word as she saw the word &quot;divorce&quot; clearly. She desperately wished for herself to vanish on the spot.<br /> Lucian held the agreement and dialed a number.<br /> Calista&#039;s sleepy voice resounded from the other end of the line. &quot;What?&quot;<br /> -<br /> &quot;Calista Everhart, what do you mean by this? A divorce agreement?&quot;<br /> Calista woke up as soon as she heard Lucian&#039;s voice. &quot;Literally, a divorce.&quot;<br /> He smiled coldly. &quot;Before you go to work, come to my office and take this trash away. I want you to be at Everglade Manor at 8 pm. Bring your luggage too.&quot;<br /> She sneered. &quot;Lucian Northwood, are you—&quot;<br /> Before she questioned his sanity, she suddenly understood why he was contacting her.<br /> &quot;You don&#039;t have to worry about Lily being called a homewrecker. The only people who know about our marriage are our parents and close friends.<br /> &quot;To the outsiders, you&#039;re still the good guy willing to fully support your girlfriend&#039;s career and suffer the loneliness. Now that your sacrifice has born fruit, everyone is happy for you.&quot;<br /> Pictures of Lucian sending Lily to the hospital had been taken and released last night. And now, Calista was bringing up a divorce. Lily would take the blame as the homewrecker if words got out.<br /> When Calista finished, she realized that Lucian had long ended the call.<br /> &quot;That son of a …&quot; she cursed in her head.<br /> The hotel she was currently staying at was near Northwood Corporation. So, she wasn&#039;t in a rush at all. She slowly enjoyed her breakfast before taking the subway.<br /> When she first got married to Lucian, she agreed to her mother-in-law&#039;s request to be Lucian&#039;s personal assistant.<br /> To be more precise, it was more like being a nanny.<br /> Her job was to handle his meals and trivial personal matters. That was all it took for her to get paid at the end of every month.<br /> No one at work knew that she was the boss&#039; wife.<br /> It seemed like a pathetic situation from her point of view.<br /> Everyone knew about Lily, the homewrecker. However, Calista, the supposed wife, was on a spy mission. She had to avoid attention.<br /> Whenever Lucian and Calista took the same car to work, she had to get off the car two blocks from their destination.<br /> She arrived at work and began writing her resignation letter. They were going to divorce anyway. What was the point of being his nanny?<br /> Someone walked past her desk and asked, &quot;Ms. Everhart, are you resigning? Are you getting married to your loaded boyfriend?&quot;<br /> Calista paused. Previously, someone caught her getting out of Lucian&#039;s car. The surprised witness had questioned her if it was his car.<br /> At that time, she wished to keep the relationship a secret. So, she lied to her colleague. She said that it was her boyfriend&#039;s car.<br /> The next day, everyone in the company knew she had a rich boyfriend. They even knew that he drove the same car as Lucian.<br /> No one linked the clues with Lucian because he never ate the meals she prepared. They deemed her foolish for preparing meals all the time despite knowing his attitude.<br /> &quot;No. We broke up.&quot; Calista denied it.<br /> &quot;How could you bring yourself to give up the chance of becoming rich? If I were you, I would&#039;ve cried buckets!&quot; one of her colleagues exclaimed. When in fact, the colleague was secretly gloating over Calista&#039;s misfortune.<br /> Calista thought of Lucian before saying with a soft yet sharp tone, &quot;The only asset he has is a sharp tongue. Why should I keep him?&quot;<br /> &quot;What about that asset?&quot; asked a curious colleague.<br /> A sudden cough interrupted the conversation. When they turned to see who it was, they were scared out of their wits.<br /> &quot;Mr. Northwood …&quot;<br /> The person who coughed was Lucian&#039;s executive assistant, David Brown.<br /> He glanced at Lucian standing next to him. &quot;Please refrain from gossiping, especially on this kind of topic.&quot;<br /> Lucian&#039;s gaze swept across them before landing on Calista. His eyes were dark. &quot;Come to my office, Ms. Everhart.&quot;<br /> He continued, &quot;Everyone involved in the conversation will receive a pay cut. Report yourselves to the Finance Department.&quot;<br /> They all dispersed almost instantly except Calista. She kept typing on her keyboard expressionlessly.<br /> …<br /> The interior design in Lucian&#039;s office was simple. When she entered the room, he was flipping through a document casually.<br /> She knew what that document was. It was the divorce agreement. It had been sent to him by her request this morning.<br /> She stood confidently before the desk. &quot;Mr. Northwood.&quot;<br /> He raised his gaze. But his expression remained unreadable. His tone was cold. &quot;The only asset I have is a sharp tongue. How did you come to this conclusion, Ms. Everhart?&quot;<br /> Calista pursed her lips in an attempt to play dumb. She must&#039;ve been out of her mind to keep talking about that topic.<br /> The silence lasted a few moments before he let the question slide. Lucian threw the divorce agreement on the table.<br /> &quot;Mind explaining the reason for the divorce written here?&quot;<br /> She went silent for a few seconds before answering politely, &quot;It is what it means literally.&quot;<br /> She wrote it very clearly. Anyone would be able to understand it.<br /> &quot;Lack of intimacy throughout the marriage. The other party is unable to fulfill the wife&#039;s basic needs. I suspect that the other party may be dealing with sexual dysfunction.&quot;<br /> Every word he said got her on edge. She thought he might lose control and strangle her at any moment.<br /> But it was an objective statement. Lucian didn&#039;t touch her at all for the past three years.<br /> When he read the terms for asset distribution, a glint of coldness flashed across his eyes. &quot;It looks like you&#039;ve learned something from your position as my assistant.<br /> &quot;You&#039;re aware of every detail of my properties, huh? But, Calista Everhart, do you think that you&#039;ll be able to receive a single cent from me?&quot;<br /> She was mentally prepared to leave the game empty-handed. Thus, she was unbothered by it.<br /> Her aloof attitude seemed to provoke him. He held her chin. &quot;How are you going to feed yourself after the divorce? With that monthly pay of yours? Forget about rent, will it even be enough to buy you the necklace you&#039;re wearing?&quot;<br /> It was a downright mockery.<br /> She turned her head sideways, trying to break free from his grasp. But it didn&#039;t go as she wanted. Instead, he tightened his grip on her chin.<br /> Calista endured the pain. &quot;That&#039;s none of your business.&quot;<br /> He scoffed coldly as though he was going to tear her apart. &quot;Did you find yourself another target?&quot;<br /> He took her silence as a confirmation and suddenly smiled disdainfully.<br /> He released her. &quot;I think there&#039;s something I have to straighten out with you. You don&#039;t have the right to ask for divorce. There are three months left according to the agreement.&quot;<br /> Still, it made no difference to Calista. He never treated her as his wife. So what was the point of following the agreement?<br /> He was acting this way because she was the one who brought up the divorce. It was a humiliation for Lucian and Lily.<br /> &quot;That stupid ego of his!&quot; she thought.<br /> It seemed impossible to get him to agree to the divorce today.<br /> So, she decided to make herself clear. &quot;It doesn&#039;t matter how much time we have left. I&#039;m not going to move back.&quot;<br /> He looked at her. &quot;Are you saying that you wanna live separately?&quot;<br /> -<br /> The words &quot;living separately&quot; squeezed Calista&#039;s heart. It was a sad and painful feeling.<br /> She could count how many times Lucian came back to Everglade Manor after they got married. It was no different from living separately.<br /> &quot;There are only three months left. I don&#039;t see the point in living together.&quot;<br /> He stared at her for a few moments. Then, he smirked.<br /> &quot;I decide if it&#039;s pointless or not. Ask David for a two-hour break today. Bring your luggage back to the manor.&quot;<br /> &quot;I—&quot;<br /> A knock on the door interrupted her.<br /> David was outside. He reminded Lucian, &quot;Mr. Northwood, the meeting will start soon.&quot;<br /> Lucian buttoned up his sleeves. &quot;Get out.&quot;<br /> Calista remained unfazed. &quot;Lucian Northwood, I am not going back.&quot;<br /> &quot;You keep saying the same thing over and over.&quot;<br /> This wasn&#039;t the first time they had fought. So, he was unbothered.<br /> It wasn&#039;t the first time she had moved out, either. But it usually took her a few days before she returned.<br /> She knew he wasn&#039;t buying it and thought it was a waste of time to argue further. Eventually, he would understand the situation as time passed. This time, she was never going back.<br /> She left the office and headed to the washroom. She needed to fix her makeup. Her chin had a bruise from where he pinched her.<br /> After that, she was going to take her resignation letter to the HR Department.<br /> Right then, someone called out to her. &quot;Calista, the printer ran out of ink. Go refill it quickly. We&#039;re waiting.&quot;<br /> She was used to getting such orders every day.<br /> As Lucian&#039;s personal assistant, she had to take care of his meals and handle other trivial matters. Yet, he disapproved of her.<br /> He had David do her job instead. As a result, she ended up running errands for the staff.<br /> &quot;Calista Everhart, I&#039;m telling you to refill the ink.&quot;<br /> It was Jenny Winchester. She never liked Calista. Jenny was the one that sneered at Calista for breaking up with her rich boyfriend.<br /> &quot;Even if you&#039;re resigning, be professional. Your resignation isn&#039;t official yet.&quot;<br /> &quot;My job is to follow Mr. Northwood&#039;s orders and take care of his meals. Do you think you can give orders in his place now?&quot;<br /> In fact, a lot of people wanted to be Lucian&#039;s personal assistant. They were all waiting for their chance.<br /> Jenny was one of them. She desperately wished for Calista to leave so she could take her place.<br /> Jenny shot her a disgusted look. &quot;Calista, have you left your brain somewhere? Taking care of Mr. Northwood&#039;s meals? Have you seen him eat the food you order?&quot;<br /> Calista&#039;s heart ached at the thought of all the wasted food. Then, her chest hurt. Jenny had thrown some documents at her.<br /> Arrogantly, she said, &quot;Print 20 sets of these by 2 pm. Ms. Everhart, you need to know your place.&quot;<br /> Calista frowned at that. Soon after, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Lucian and David leaving the office.<br /> Lucian met her gaze and smirked. He seemed to be mocking her, as if saying, &quot;What makes you think you can divorce me when you can&#039;t even handle a simple task?&quot;<br /> She scoffed and threw the documents back at Jenny right in front of Lucian. Papers scattered all over the floor.<br /> Before Jenny could react, Calista turned around and walked away.<br /> &quot;Ms. Winchester, we not only need to know our places, but we also need to understand what no means. I&#039;m not going to refill the ink or print the papers. You can file a complaint to Mr. Northwood if you dare.<br /> &quot;Besides, his type is someone brainless with a hot body. You&#039;re brainless, but you&#039;re kinda flat.&quot;<br /> She dared to offend others because she was going to resign anyway. It was worth it, as she could speak ill of Lucian.<br /> Lucian&#039;s face turned grim, and he pursed his lips.<br /> After that, Calista went to the HR Department to hand in her resignation letter.<br /> Goodbye jerk, I&#039;m starting a new life, Calista thought.

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