"Annabelle, what does this divorce agreement mean?"

Hearing the gloomy voice of Ricardo, Annabelle came to full consciousness.

"Literally what it says."

Ricardo sneered, "Before work begins, come to my office and take back this piece of garbage. At eight o'clock tonight, I want to see you at the Yuting Villa along with... your luggage."

Annabelle returned his cold laughter: "Ricardo, are you..."

Insane?

Her voice paused as she suddenly understood the subtle message in his phone call.

"You don't have to worry about Mirabel bearing the stigma of being a mistress. Only our parents and few friends knew about our marriage. In everyone else's eyes, you're still the loyal Anna, who was willing to endure hardship for his girlfriend's career. Now that the clouds have cleared to reveal the moon, everyone is glad for you."

It was only last night that Ricardo was spotted taking Mirabel to the hospital, and today she's asking for a divorce. If this agreement becomes public, Mirabel will be unavoidably labeled as a mistress.

After Anna spoke, she realized that Ricardo had already hung up the phone.

This jerk...

The hotel where she's staying is quite close to Rodney's company. Annabelle wasn't in a rush. She leisurely had breakfast before taking the subway over.

After marrying Ricardo, she had taken up the role of his personal assistant at Rodney's company per his mother’s request.

They called it an assistant role, but it was actually that of a nanny.

She was usually responsible for his meals and various trifling matters in life, receiving her pay in exchange for doing minimal work.

No one in the company knew she was the wife of Ricardo, the mistress of the Rodney family.

It's quite tragic, everyone knows the mistress, yet she, the legitimate wife, acts like a spy. Occasionally when she rides in Ricardo's car to the company, she has to get off two blocks ahead.

Upon arrival at the company, Annabelle immediately turned on the computer and started typing her resignation report. She's about to divorce anyway - anyone else could take over the maid's position if they want!

Someone passed by her and made a surprised sound, "Anna, are you quitting? Did your wealthy boyfriend propose to you?"

Annabelle's typing froze. Once, she was caught getting off Ricardo's car. The person who saw her seemed surprised and asked if she had come in Rodney's car.

At that time, she didn't want anyone to know about their relationship, so she lied that she had a boyfriend and it was his car.

As a result, by the next day, it was circulated around the company that she had a wealthy boyfriend who drove the same luxury car as President Rodney.

The reason nobody suspected an involvement with Ricardo was that everyone on the 36th floor knew, Rodney never ate the meals ordered by Anna, he always threw it into the trash.

Annabelle was the stupidest, diligently providing three meals a day, without fail.

At this moment, Annabelle denied it, "No, we've broken up."

"You could let go of such a great catch? If it were me, I would be crying my heart out by now!" Someone pitied her, but how much of this was schadenfreude was unknown.

Annabelle thought of her golden catch, her voice was light but sharp, "A man who's only firmness is his mouth, are they saving the rest for the New Year?"

"Any other places not firm?"

"Cough!"

An embarrassed cough interrupted their conversation. Everyone turned their heads and were shocked to their core when they identified the person standing at the office door!

"Mr. Rodney..."

The man coughing nervously is Dale, the president's special assistant. He glances over at the person next to him and says, “No personal chat during work hours, especially ones like these."

Ricardo sweeps his eyes over everyone present, finally resting them on Annabelle. His dark pupils are deep and intense. "Anna, please come to my office. Those who participated in the conversation today will be fined 100 Dollar. Go to the finance department to sign your penalty."

The people present swiftly retreated, while Annabelle continued typing, unflustered...

The interior of Ricardo's office is minimalist. As Annabelle entered, he held a piece of paper in his hand, playing around with it, exuding an aura of indolence.

She recognized it; it was the divorce agreement she had someone send to the other courtyard this morning.

Annabelle walked up to the desk and stood firm. "Mr. Rodney."

The man lifted his eyes, his expressionless face concealed any emotion, but his voice was chilling word by word, "The only thing stubborn about you is your mouth. Where did Anna derive this assumption?"

Annabelle pursed her lips and kept silent. Surely she would have to be out of her mind to engage in this topic.

After a tense moment, Ricardo let the subject drop, throwing the divorce agreement onto the table.

"Explain, what does the reason for divorce written here mean?"

Annabelle paused for a few seconds and replied with neither humility nor arrogance, "Just as it says."

She wrote it very clearly, anyone who reads it would understand.

"No sexual intercourse for three years after marriage, unable to meet the basic needs of the woman, suspect the man suffers from sexual dysfunction."

With every word read out by Ricardo, Annabelle felt her scalp tighten further. She feared this man might strangle her in a fit of fury.

"But she spoke the objective truth, in three years of marriage, he had never once touched her.

When the line about property division was read, a cold light flickered at the bottom of the man's eyes, "It seems that you haven't been an assistant in vain these past three years, you're well versed in my properties. But Annabelle, do you think you have the ability to take a penny from me?"

Annabelle had long been ready to leave empty-handed and was not concerned about this.

However, this indifference was seen as a provocation in the eyes of Ricardo. His well-defined finger stretched out and clasped her chin, "Without me, how will you support yourself? With a salary of one thousand a month? That can't even cover your rent, let alone buy the necklace you're wearing."

Implicitly in his words was a mockery that went without saying.

Annabelle tilted his head attempting to escape from his grip, but instead her pain increased.

She endured the pain, "That's my business, you don't need to worry about it."

"Ha," Ricardo sneered, emitting an evident undercurrent of anger, "Did you find someone to replace me already?"

"..."

Seeing her silence, Ricardo regarded it as acknowledgment.

He suddenly smirks, his thin lips forming a mocking smile as he releases her chin, "There might be one thing that you haven't understood. You don't have the right to decide whether we get divorced or not. There are still three months left on our divorce agreement."

But to Annabelle, there's no difference whether there were three months or not. After all, in the past three years, he has never treated her as a wife, let alone the final three months?

His current attitude is solely because she was the one who proposed the divorce, causing him to lose face and harm Mirabel's reputation.

Just typical male behavior!

Seeing that the divorce negotiation wouldn't be settled today, Annabelle decided to make her position clear -

"No matter how much time is left, I will not move back."

From a condescending position, Ricardo was staring down at her, "So you're telling me that you're planning on moving out, huh?"