Chapter 17

I saw Archer again three months later, at the divorce signing.

A lot had happened during that time.

Selling off shares, Scarlett jumping ship to a rival company, Archer's bigamy scandal exposed, Iris being cyberbullied, Archer's company changing hands, the divorce battle...

Everything was orchestrated by my father.

Meanwhile, I spent a peaceful three months quietly learning to paint with a master.

When Dad told me it was all settled, I was amazed, in awe of his capabilities as a scholar.

Dad pondered, his expression somewhat complex.

"No, I did half of it, Archer conceded the other half. Some things, he even proactively fall into a trap."

On the day we signed at the registry office, Archer came with a cane.

I had been well-nourished during this time, with rosy lips and white teeth, looking radiant.

In contrast, he appeared haggard and gaunt.

I stared at his lame leg, slightly dazed.