Chapter: No More Ties or Involvement Between Us

Then, Yvette sneered. “And if I find out you dared lay a finger on him, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

A sharp pang stabbed at my chest. So in her eyes, Abry would be nothing more than a petty, jealous husband eager to harm any man she cared about! I stared at her beautiful face, bitterness curling my lips into a cold smile. “Yvette, not only do you have hearing problems, but it’s him; do you think I would announce it to you?”

Your brain isn’t working either. If I wanted to, I…

I took a deep breath and continued, “I don’t want to argue with you. I’m telling you plainly—I’m definitely doing this. I’ll explain and make sure it doesn’t affect us.”

I snatched my hand away, leaving the dishes on the table as I headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, the sound of the door slamming echoed across the house. Yvette must have left.

I let out a long sigh. Even though I had been given a second chance at life, her words still stung. Luckily, it was only a sting, not the soul-crushing pain I had felt in my previous life.

I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes, hoping for a proper rest before Leonidas called off my plane.

I glanced at the screen and saw it was my father-in-law, Lucas Jennings. I hesitated for a long moment before finally answering it.

Lucas’ booming voice immediately filled my ears. “Owen, your mother-in-law asked me to check in on you. Have you been using those medical herbs we sent you to make your meals?”

My eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where the unopened boxes of herbs were stacked neatly. I lied smoothly, “Of course. I’ve been making them, just as instructed. Yvette and I have been eating them regularly.”

Lucas was obviously pleased by my answer. Yvette was his only daughter, and with his family’s vast fortune, he was desperate for a grandchild to carry on the Jennings family name.

In the year we were married, I lost track of how many times I had been hounded about it. But with our divorce imminent, I wasn’t in the mood for his meddling.

“Lucas, having a child depends on fate. It will happen when the time is right. We can’t force it.”

I thought my perfectly reasonable explanation would end the conversation, but Lucas was unexpectedly relentless…

“Face? What are you talking about? Don’t give me that nonsense,” he said. “I chose you because you’re decent, good-looking, and smart. You’ve got the right genes to pass on to a child!”

He continued, “Let me tell you something, Owen. If you’re not capable of doing your part, and even the doctors can’t fix it, you better step aside. There’s no shortage of men willing to…”

His words struck a nerve, and a surge of anger ignited in my chest.

I had spent years bending over backward for my in-laws, playing the obedient son-in-law to perfection. If they told me to jump, I wouldn’t even glance west.

But now, all those years of compliance had led to this awful state, and they even attributed Yvette’s inability to conceive a child to me.

I allowed my pride to be suppressed for so many years, only to be repaid with such humiliation.

I didn’t even want Yvette anymore, so why should I care about her parents!

“You think having a child is something I can just decide on my own?” I snapped. “How about you use that big brain of yours to think before you speak and stop putting the blame on me?”

“You’ve seen my medical reports. Have you found a single problem with me? Is everything my fault? Find someone else to have a kid with right now. Would you accept that child as your precious grandchild?”

I talked back to him. He was shocked that he was rebutted.

“W-What? You’re the one lacking, but you’re blaming my daughter? And you’re even talking back to me? Have you lost your mind!”

To think he was still trying to convince me that it was my daughter who couldn’t have kids. Instead of wasting his time blaming me, maybe he should focus on her. And clear his head while he’s at it!

Before he could respond, I hung up and swiftly tossed my phone aside. Throwing myself back onto the bed, I let out a deep, satisfied laugh. I even rolled around on the bed in delight.

Letting go of this marriage was the most liberating thing I had ever done. Since I had nothing to lose, I wasn’t afraid.

From now on, whoever wanted to put up with this nonsense could have at it. I was done with it!

I was busy the entire day, and I was exhausted. I fell asleep quickly, and it was 10:00 pm when I woke up. I headed downstairs and found the villa dark and empty. Unsurprisingly, Yvette was gone.

A fat, knowing smile crept onto my lips. I was used to this by now. I calmly cleaned up the dishes from earlier, then made myself a proper meal.

After eating my fill, I packed my bags without hesitation, leaving the villa I had once meticulously decorated. For now, I would stay at a hotel.

Tomorrow, I had two important matters to handle. One was the divorce. The other was more critical.

The next morning, I was woken by my phone.

“Tera!” Yvette stepped on the other end, her voice even. “What did you say to my father last night?”

I was still pretty amused. I’d been stalling the charade with Lucas, but I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“At sandi hän yer already know what I said,” I chuckled. “By the way, when are your parents taking you for that checkup?” Yvette lay silent for a moment, but I could already picture her face—dark with anger. She stewed for long enough; her voice was filled with anger when she finally spoke,

“Cape flattening yourself. I have an interest in sleeping with you.”

“Oh, don’t work on that. I have no interest in sleeping with you, got it?”

She sighed heavily. “That’s not what you used to say. Alas, why shan’t I serve breakfast walking, komar?”

My eyes snapped open, and I gritted my teeth. This woman treated me well, but she had no problem bossing me around.

Not to brag, but my cooking was pretty good. Yvette never had the habit of eating Burakdai, and I knew she would develop stomach issues because of that, so I went out of my way to teach myself how to cook it.

Ironically, I was the one who ended up with stomach problems. Even that seemed to favor her.

Even though our relationship soured in the year we were married, she genuinely enjoyed the meal I made. In my past life, I foolishly thought it meant she cared for me and that I had…

Now, I saw the truth. This wretched woman just treated me like a free housekeeper.

I wouldn’t cook another meal for her ever again.

When I didn’t answer her for a long time, she grew impatient. “Where are you?”

I had intentionally ignored her temper tantrum. “Check the table on the second floor.”

A moment later, I heard her going up the stairs. As she did, she continued to lecture me like the pampered young lady she was.

“You’ve been getting bolder lately! Why is breakfast on the second floor? You know I always eat on the first…”

Her tirade stopped abruptly, and so did her voice as though she had vanished into thin air. After a long silence, her angry voice came through the phone. “Owen Yates, what’s the meaning of this? Why is this divorce agreement here?”

Last night, I printed two copies of the divorce agreement. As I recalled her face in my mind, her once-beautiful features now contorted with anger. I felt oddly calm, perhaps even a little smug.

I was going to divorce her sooner or later; there was no point in dragging it out.

“Why else would it be there! I’ve already signed it. Don’t worry. There will be no more ties or involvement between us, and we’re leaving with nothing. I don’t want a single penny from you. From this moment on, we’ll go our separate ways. Don’t expect to see each other again.”