Chapter 2

In the photo, she was wearing an enormous diamond ring, and beside her, a man in a black suit was vaguely visible, paying the bill.

The familiar figure was none other than my husband, Alan.

The caption read, "I just mentioned a stomachache, and he took me to buy a diamond ring. I want to be spoiled like a princess forever."

Without a doubt, this social media post was made by Danna specifically for me to see.

Rather than feeling any turmoil, I found it somewhat amusing.

Danna delivered evidence to me, truly Alan's doting woman.

I took a screenshot to keep as evidence and sent it to my lawyer.

These assets were part of our joint marital assets, and half of what Danna spent was rightfully mine to reclaim.

I instructed my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement to hand to Alan when he returned.

Perhaps Alan had a rare pang of conscience, as he unexpectedly sent me a message. "Mia, I'll be home for dinner tonight. Make sure to have it ready."

That was Alan. Even after I had mentioned divorce, he could still act as if nothing had happened, taking me for granted as his servant.

Initially, my parents disapproved of my career choices and pressured me into marrying Alan.

To protect the career I had worked so hard to build, I had no choice but to return and marry him as ordered.

After marriage, Alan was busy participating in various races but never neglected me.

He lived up to expectations and became one of the best young racing drivers in the country.

People viewed him as the epitome of success, both in career and romance.

Until Danna appeared, and slowly, the narrative changed.

They said Alan's parents forced him to marry me, causing him to lose his true love. They claimed that during our seven years of marriage, Danna had been waiting for him.

Whenever someone said this, Danna would scold them, "Alan and Mia have a great relationship. Who are you to gossip and sow discord?"

Gradually, everyone said that Danna endured humiliation and silently endured everything for the sake of Alan and me.

Meanwhile, I, the original wife forced to abandon my career to marry Alan, became the third wheel obstructing their love.

I placed the divorce agreement on the table just as Alan arrived home. "Didn't I ask you to cook?"

I casually lit a cigarette and leaned back on the sofa. "I can't."

Alan frowned, his tone displeased. "I rarely have time to come home for dinner. As my wife, can't you even prepare a meal? And when did you start smoking?"

I slowly exhaled a smoke ring. "I don't know."

Alan's face turned red with anger. "Mia, are you holding a grudge and deliberately going against me?"

I sneered. "I'm not going against you. I want a divorce."

Alan's temples throbbed as he noticed the divorce agreement on the table. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

Even now, Alan thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

I flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement, showing him I had already signed it. "Sign it, and we'll both be happy."

Seeing my signature, Alan finally realized I wasn't joking. "Mia, it's all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but how can you bear to leave me? Didn't you say you didn't want kids? Then we won't have any, okay? Don't act on impulse. Are you going to give up our seven-year relationship?"

As he spoke, Alan actually started crying.

Looking at his hypocritical appearance, I just feel disgusted. "Stop making me sick and just sign it."

Alan's eyes were red, his voice hoarse. "Mia, what will it take for you not to divorce me?"

I pondered for a moment and then gently suggested, "You know, I've never seen you race. Take me to your track."

Alan hesitated, so I considerately asked if he wanted to call Danna for her opinion.

To my surprise, Alan actually called her. "It's okay, Alan. If Mia wants to go, take her. You don't need my permission. Your teammates even said they wanted to meet her."

Where there was smoke, there was fire. Danna, who had kept me hidden for seven years, suddenly relented. There must be a trap waiting for me.

Alan sighed in relief, "See how understanding Danna is? You should also change your temper. It is not a good thing for a woman to be too dominant."

I shook my head disdainfully.

Was this their idea of being dominant?

I had a more dominant side.