Chapter 2 Divorce

Wendy looked at him, her tone firm. "I said, let's get a divorce."

Felix's expression remained unchanged.

He walked back with his long strides, his tall figure looming over her with an inherent sense of oppression.

"Just because I didn't spend our anniversary with you today?"

Felix let out a light scoff from his thin lips. "Wendy, since when did you become so unreasonable?"

"I'm unreasonable?" Wendy said. "Felix, in these three years, have you ever spent any holiday with me? Even today, you were with Rita."

Felix narrowed his eyes wearily. "So you're jealous?"

He moved closer, his tone icy. "The engagement was supposed to be between her and me in the first place. You've always known that, haven't you?"

Yes, she had always known.

Always known that he liked Rita.

After that night, he never touched her again, also because he only liked Rita.

Wendy took a deep breath, pushing down the bitterness rising in her throat.

"So what's the point of a marriage without sex or love? Should we keep it for Christmas?"

Felix chuckled lightly, gripping her wrist.

"What?" He leaned down, his warm breath brushing her face. "I haven't touched you in three years, so you're lonely? Using divorce to provoke me?"

Although Wendy didn't usually wear much makeup, she had delicate features and full red lips. Her angry expression now added a touch of allure.

Felix's Adam's apple bobbed as he instinctively wanted to kiss her.

Wendy turned her head away, her eyes red.

"Felix, you really disgust me. Do you think all women are like Rita, unable to live without a man?"

She paused, deliberately mocking him. "But you're right, that's probably all you can think of. After all, a man who won't even touch his own wife can only use such dirty thoughts to judge others. What else could you possibly understand?"

Felix's face instantly darkened.

"Wendy." His voice was cold. "Say that again?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Wendy met his gaze. "Three years of marriage, have you touched me even once? If you've had some physical problem since that time, you can just say it. I won't laugh at you. But please don't neglect me while looking for other women outside, then turn around and accuse me of being lonely. It's disgusting, you know that?"

"I have a physical problem?" Felix practically squeezed these words through his teeth. "Then let me show you right now whether I have a problem or not."

He grabbed her chin and kissed her forcefully.

Wendy struggled but couldn't break free, so she slapped him directly.

"Don't touch me. I find it dirty."

With that, she pushed him away and walked upstairs without looking back.

Felix stood there, stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

Wendy hit him?

She actually dared to hit him?!

……

After going upstairs, Wendy started packing.

A few clothes, daily necessities—she didn't take any of the expensive items Felix had given her.

When she saw the photo frame on the bedside table, she froze.

The frame held a photo from her sixteenth birthday.

Back then, Rita hadn't returned yet, and she was still the beloved young lady of the Percy family.

In the photo, she wore a white dress, smiling brightly, with Zack and Grace behind her, one on each side with their arms around her. A family of three, sweet and happy.

Unfortunately, the happy times were as brief as a bubble.

Wendy left the frame behind and went downstairs with her suitcase.

Felix sat on the sofa, still wearing his usual cold and noble expression.

But the pressure around him was terrifyingly low.

"That's all you're taking?" he mocked. "Planning to come back in a couple of days?"

Wendy ignored him and pulled out the divorce agreement to hand it over.

"I've signed it. Take a look, and if there are no problems, please sign it as soon as possible."

Felix's expression looked somewhat unpleasant.

He thought she would come to apologize on her own initiative, as she always had before.

But she didn't. She even had the divorce agreement ready.

He picked it up with a tight jaw, his cold eyes scanning the black words on white paper.

Leaving with nothing?

He was somewhat surprised. This didn't seem like her style.

But then again, the Percy family didn't want her anymore, and now leaving him without asking for money—could she even survive?

He continued reading.

When he saw the reason for divorce, his lips instantly pressed into a flat line.

[Due to the husband's sexual dysfunction leading to disharmony in marital life, the relationship has now broken down, requesting divorce by mutual consent.]

Felix's face turned livid as he tore the document in half.

He stared at Wendy, his eyes gloomy. "Wendy, you're really something!"

Wendy's expression remained calm. "It's fine. I made many copies. Tomorrow I'll have my lawyer send another one over. Mr. Talbot can tear them up as much as he likes."

She pulled her suitcase toward the door.

"Stop."

Felix gritted his teeth. "You think divorce is that simple? Without my consent, you'll always be Mrs. Talbot."

Wendy stopped.

"Felix," she said. "This marriage was wrong from the start. Correcting it now isn't too late."

She opened the door and walked out.

The restlessness in Felix's chest grew stronger.

She'll come back.

He thought coldly.

A fake heiress unloved by the Percy family—where could she go without him?

What would she live on?

How long could that pitiful self-respect last against reality?

When she had nowhere else to turn, she would naturally come back crying and begging him.

He was so certain of it.

……

After leaving the villa, Wendy drove straight to the Percy family home.

She needed an explanation about Felix and Rita.

When she arrived at the Percy family home, Wendy parked the car and was about to go in when the butler Paul Bates hurried out.

"Lady Wendy, why are you..."

"Where's Rita?"

"Lady Rita came home for dinner today. She's in the dining room now..."

Wendy pushed past him and rushed into the living room.

Sure enough, the family of three was sitting happily on the sofa.

Her adoptive father Zack Percy, adoptive mother Grace Percy, and Rita Percy.

She wore a dress and was leaning in Grace's arms, acting cute.

What a warm scene.

Wendy stood at the door, her chest feeling like it was being strangled with wire, her lips pale.

Seeing her, Grace frowned first. "Why did you suddenly come back? You didn't even call ahead."

Rita sat up straight from Grace's embrace, speaking softly, "Wendy's here? Have you eaten? I'll have the kitchen heat up..."

"No need." Wendy clenched her fists and walked in. "So you all knew, right?"

The living room instantly fell silent.

Zack played dumb. "What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean?"

Wendy slammed her phone on the coffee table, opening that photo.

"My husband is messing around with my sister, and I'm the last one to know?"

Grace's expression changed, but she quickly assumed a calm demeanor.

"Since you've found out, that's fine. Wendy, get a divorce."

Wendy thought she had heard wrong.

"What?"

"Divorce," Grace said. "This engagement belonged to Rita in the first place. If you hadn't climbed into Felix's bed three years ago, Rita would be Mrs. Talbot now."