I Divorced My husband to be with you

I know well that Richard is waiting for me.

But she, who had hitched a ride, happened to be sitting in the passenger's seat.

I was tempted to turn around and walk away, but reason persuaded me to stay.

I reached out to Richard and asked, "The car keys."

Without saying anything, Richard placed the keys in my hand.

I walked past the front of the car and directly took the driver's seat, meeting Bianca's stiff and surprised face with a smile, "What's wrong?

You're also Richard's sister, hitching a ride is nothing abnormal."

Then, leaning over to look at Richard outside the car, "Get in the car quickly, Grandpa must be waiting for us already."

The ride was silent.

As quiet as a tomb.

Bianca wanted to chat with Richard, but it would have looked unnatural to keep turning around.

Perhaps noticing my discomfort, Richard suddenly opened a bottle of juice and handed it over, "Mango juice, your favorite."

I took a sip, slightly furrowing my brows and handed it back to him, "It's a bit too sweet for me, you have it."

I've recently taken a liking to sour foods.

In the past, whenever something disagreed with my taste buds, I could still force myself to finish it so I wouldn't waste food.

But now, I can't even tolerate a single bite.

"Okay."

Richard didn't say anything and accepted the bottle back with equanimity.

"Letting him drink something you've already had, isn't that bad?

There are plenty of bacteria in your mouth, that's how Helicobacter Pylori spreads."

Bianca spoke with a complex demeanor.

I can't help but laugh, "If we go by your logic, aren't we in more danger as we share the same bed?"

" He is an adult, Bianca knows clearly what I meant, "Unexpected, despite the fact that you've been a couple for a long time, you are still so close."

"Are you jealous?" Richard coldly retorts.

There are occasions, like now, when Richard's attitude towards her makes me feel like he really finds Bianca annoying.

This seems to be their mutual way of interaction, Bianca responds sarcastically,

"Yes, I'm jealous! What is it to you?"

"Who cares about you."

"Sure, sure." Bianca rolls her eyes, her eyes flicker with a playful smile,

"I wonder who it was that ran out on his wife on his wedding night to stay by my side when he heard about my accident…"

"Bianca!" Richard's face changes, and he sternly calls a halt!

I suddenly come to my senses and slam on the brakes, stopping the car just in time before it rushes onto the zebra crossing.

Through the rearview mirror, I gaze at Richard's profound facial features, my heart feels as if it's been drenched with lemon juice.

A sense of grievance that stung my eyes and nose surged up in an instant. Richard uncommonly showed worry in front of me,

"Sophia..." "That night, were you with her?" When I opened my mouth, I found that even my voice betrayed my bitterness.

My emotions roiled within me, almost uncontrollable.

Although my relationship with Richard is harmonious now, the fact still stings that on our wedding night, he left me for an unknown caller and didn't return all night.

Our marriage was arranged by Grandfather Lincoln.

At the beginning, we were practically strangers, and I never had a chance to ask where he'd been that night.

The matter had remained unresolved.

Now, without warning, Bianca pulls that prickling thorn out of my heart and drives it deeper.

My gaze kept flitting between the two of them, feeling like the brunt of a cruel joke.

With a gasp of surprise, Bianca covered her mouth and looked at Richard, "You never told Sophia about this, did you? It's all my fault, I speak too impulsively."

As if suggested, you two must not be that close if you're keeping something like this from each other.

"Bianca, have you lost your mind?" Richard's face darkened, radiating a chilling coldness.

His features were deep and well-defined, emanating a fierce demeanor when he kept a stern face.

This is one of the reasons why he was able to take control of the Lincoln family at such a young age.

"Alright, alright, I apologize.

I had no idea that you didn't even tell her this."

Bianca quickly apologized, her tone, however, was one of innocence and familiarity.

She seemed sure enough that Richard would not harm her.

The familiar ringtone of her mobile phone suddenly rang. "Give it back to me." I stretched out my hand to retrieve my phone.

Glancing at the caller ID, I answered the call, collecting my thoughts, "Grandpa."

"Sophia Sophia, are you almost there?" Initially, I had wanted to get out of the car and leave. But upon hearing the kindly voice of Grandpa Lincoln, my resolve softened.

"Almost there, Grandpa. It's windy today, don't wait for us in the yard."

Everyone says that Old Mr. Lincoln is strict and unbending.

Yet, I often think, if my grandpa was still alive, he would probably only be able to treat me this kindly. ... Autumn came, days gradually became shorter.

When the car entered the old Lincoln family estate, nightfall had already set in.

Lanterns adorned the entire perimeter of the manor, creating a strong festive ambiance for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I parked and steadied the car, picked up my bag, and got out all by myself.

Even though I reminded him over the phone, the old man was still stubbornly waiting for us in the yard.

Over the phone, I could hide some of my emotions.

But when face-to-face, Grandfather Lincoln saw through me at a glance.

"Did that brat bully you?" Grandfather Lincoln's little mustache trembled as he appeared ready to stand up for me.

"Nothing of the sort."

Not wanting to cause Grandfather Lincoln to worry, I coaxed him into the house, "The wind is so big, it didn't give you a headache, did it?"

Despite my cover for Richard, Grandfather Lincoln's face fell when he saw Richard and Bianca getting out of the car almost simultaneously.

However, as Uncle Two's family was also present, Grandpa Lincoln managed to restrain himself from erupting.

In contrast, my father-in-law was genuinely happy to see Bianca return.

"Richard, I heard that Bianca has started working at the company? You must take good care of her, only then can you be worthy of your Aunt Mary."

"This was at the dinner table, I could pretend not to hear it, focusing on my dinner.

Richard glanced at my face before he responded indifferently: "Hmm, I understand."

" Sophia, you must also join Richard in taking good care of Bianca, it is the right thing to do."

Once again, my father-in-law pointed a finger of blame at me, concerned that Bianca would be aggrieved at work.

I sipped my corn juice and said nonchalantly, "Rest assured, Sister Bianca is currently my direct superior.

I need her to look out for me."

With my statement, diverse expressions could be seen around the dining table.

"Sophia, as I've mentioned before, if you're unhappy, I can step down from the director's position at any time," Bianca said, embodying a mature and considerate demeanor.

Compared to her, I seemed rather imposing and confrontational.

My grandfather put down his teacup heavily, clearly angered, and launched a sharp remark, "Step down?

This position rightfully belongs to Sophia! You cannot even evaluate your own worth, and yet you have the audacity to take what Richard mistakenly offered out of gratitude?"

"Grandfather..." "Don't call me grandfather! This old man can't bear your feigned respect."

According to my aunt, grandfather has never recognized Bianca's status.

He was highly against her mother's entry into the family years ago.

Nevertheless, my father-in-law stubbornly married her.

And as a result, the family wealth was kept separate from my father-in-law, who receives only five million per year for living expenses.

Aside from that, he has nothing.

My father-in-law quickly said, "Father, she is alone and helpless now, why is there a need to..."

"Shut your mouth!" yelled at my grandfather in outrage.

Before, I only knew that Grandfather Lincoln didn't like Bianca very much.

This was, however, the first time I've seen him publicly humiliate her.

Bianca's face turned pale.

She clumsily stood up, clutching her bag, "I shouldn't have come today and ruined everyone's mood."

With that said, she ran out, crying.

My father-in-law gave Richard a look, "Aren't you going to comfort her? She just got a divorce.

If something happens to her, can you live with your conscience?"

Suddenly, I had some understanding of why Richard spoiled Bianca so much.

There's someone constantly reminding you guiltily, that you owe someone else.

Under the long-term moral kidnapping, who can stand it? By the time Grandfather Lincoln wanted to stop him, Richard had already run after her.

I watched his retreating figure, silently sighing. After a while, the two of them still hadn't returned.

As Richard's wife, even if it was just for appearances, I should stand up, "Grandfather, I'll go and check on Richard."

"Hmm."

Grandfather Lincoln nodded and carefully told the servant, "The night is cold, fetch a coat for the young mistress."

I stepped out of my house and saw the Maybach still parked in the yard, ready to take a look outside the mansion.

As soon as I stepped out, I heard arguing voices.

"What exactly do you want to do? Don't tell me that the thing you mentioned in the car, was just you being straightforward and blunt!" Richard severely questioned, pressing hard.

I've only seen this side of him when he's working.

Bianca, casting aside his usual gentle and calm demeanor, was crying and making a fuss, looking at Richard with tear-filled eyes.

"Are you blaming me for? But I'm just jealous, I can't help myself, I'm literally dying of jealousy."

" Bianca, she is my wife, what right do you have to be jealous?"

Richard scoffed coldly, his tone cold and hard.

"I'm sorry..." Bianca cried so hard that her shoulders trembled, "I'm divorced already.

Richard, you know full well that I divorced for your sake."