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My younger sibling was utterly astonished. After confirming multiple times that I had indeed ended my marriage, he couldn't even touch his meal.

His expression changed instantly, and he tossed his utensils aside. "Sister, have you lost your mind? Your divorce will ruin my prospects!" he exclaimed.

It was my former spouse who had secured his employment.

Jane also voiced her discontent.

"I don't give a damn. Andy must attend the elite school. Sister, you ought to apologize and make amends with my brother-in-law."

My mother's sighs grew heavier.

"How did I end up with such an incompetent daughter? Is it because you couldn't produce a male heir that he rejected you?"

Not a single family member cared about the reasons behind my divorce or my emotional state. They were solely concerned with their own interests.

I refrained from arguing and simply stated that I would never return or remarry.

Then, I took Anna away from the dining area to arrange the room.

This time, my mother dropped all pretenses, "Why are you tidying up? We don't have enough space for everyone here."

"Very well, I'll stay in the neighboring unit then."

There was a vacant apartment in the adjacent building. I went to search for the keys but couldn't locate them.

Jane, seated with her legs crossed and picking at fish bones, remarked, "Don't bother looking. That apartment has been leased out."

"Who authorized you to rent it? Why wasn't I informed?" I inquired.

That apartment was intended for their temporary use. How dare she take such liberties?

"What's with your attitude? Household expenses are sky-high. What's wrong with me collecting some rent?"

"What about the new house? Anna and I will reside there."

Jane remained silent but exchanged a glance with my brother.

My brother hesitated before finally admitting, "Sister, I forgot to mention that Jane is expecting her second child. She needs a tranquil environment to rest. We thought we could move to the new house to care for her during the pregnancy."

I fell silent, looking at my younger brother, whom I had always cherished, and asked, "Is that so?"

He avoided eye contact and eventually mumbled an affirmative.

"So, you're implying there's no place for me to stay, correct?"

My mother kept her head down, feigning deafness.

Jane, smacking her lips, said, "Sister, our family's financial situation isn't as comfortable as yours. If you want to stay, fine. You can be the housekeeper, look after mom and dad, and pay ten thousand monthly for living expenses. Then we won't charge you rent."

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing.

The house I purchased, and now I had to pay to reside in it.

"Jane, do you think I'm a pushover?"

"Who are you to speak in this house? Are you pregnant? Dare to accompany me to the hospital?"

Jane immediately clung to my brother's arm and wailed, "Andrew! I can't live like this. Are you just going to watch your sister bully me?"

To my amazement, my brother instantly turned against me.

He shouted.

"Divina, you got married, so why are you insisting on coming back to live here?"

"If it weren't for mom's soft heart, we wouldn't have taken you and your child in."

"If you know what's good for you, go apologize to my brother-in-law. Then we can still be a family."

At that moment, my father, who hadn't left his room, made a dramatic entrance, leaning on a crutch.

He clearly hadn't mastered its use yet and almost walked normally.

Finally, he collapsed onto the sofa, pointed his crutch at me, and berated me.

"Divina, you returned and stirred up trouble, throwing the house into chaos. Are you satisfied now?"

"If you have the courage, go confront your ex-husband. How dare you get thrown out and bring shame upon us!"

My eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Were these the family members I had longed for day and night?

Did they truly consider me one of their own?

I thought returning would provide me with support. I wanted to bring my five billion and share it with the entire family. But I never anticipated this outcome.

Given the circumstances, there was no need to share my wealth with them.

I held back my tears and asked, "So, there's no place for me in this family, is that right?"

My mother coldly replied, "Your home is in Sea City, not here."

"Your divorce has embarrassed us. You still have the audacity to come back. Get out!" My father added.

I laughed.

So, this was how they perceived me.

"Fine, you said it yourselves."

"Don't come to regret it later!"