In the dimly lit corner of a trendy bar called Luna, two striking women sat across from each other. One of them, a short-haired woman named Miranda Wayne, was visibly seething.
What does he think he’s doing, Mila? This is a slap in the face! Miranda nearly thrust her phone into Mila’s face, displaying the headlines she had read earlier that day.
Everyone knows about Giselle and Lysander’s past. Childhood friends! Betrothed since they were kids! It’s no secret. And now, while he’s still married, he brings her into his company as the CEO of a subsidiary he personally oversees? He’s making a mockery of you!
Mila lowered her thick lashes, offering a nonchalant smile. Is it the first time they’re laughing at me? Let them be.
From the moment she fell for Lysander and married him, Mila had become the subject of ridicule among their social circle. Countless acquaintances whispered behind her back, envious and scornful that a so-called trophy wife managed to capture the elusive Lysander.
Enduring indifference and emotional neglect after marriage only fueled the gossip that Lysander didn’t truly care for her. Each public encounter felt like an opportunity for those around them to belittle and taunt her.
If she had cared about every whisper, she might have driven herself mad long ago.
Yet, the news still stung today.
As his wife, she had dedicated herself to learning computer science and honing her skills, eager to contribute to Montgomery Holdings. But her resume was met with rejection, and Lysander’s dismissive coldness.
Meanwhile, Giselle, freshly returned from abroad, was seamlessly appointed as the head of Montgomery Holdings’ new tech division—a clear path paved for her. The difference in treatment was stark and undeniable.
Alright, we’re here to discuss my divorce, not them, Mila said, attempting to soothe Miranda.
Miranda, a college friend and a renowned lawyer, was Mila’s confidante. Though she rarely handled divorce cases, Mila had immediately thought of her when she decided to end things with Lysander. With Miranda, she could freely discuss the messy details of her marriage.
Mila interrupted, already understanding where this was heading.
What if I could prove infidelity on his part? Wouldn’t that make him the guilty party?
Miranda nodded. With solid evidence, you might have a case.
Unfortunately, Mila had no such evidence.
It seemed inevitable that she would leave with nothing, but she knew she had to end this marriage. She had endured enough of the neglect and betrayal.