My Wife Wants a Divorce by Red Little Fruit

"I think his name was Cayden Lowe. That annoying jerk Luke Chase was also beside her."

"What? How dare she have an affair!" Velma's face turned dark with anger, and she cursed sharply. "She's shameless! Where is she now? I'll rip her apart!"

"Sydney said she already divorced Julien." Seeing the terrifying gloom on his brother's face, Jay asked again, "Is what she said true?"

Julien kept his lips pursed, his face sullen, and remained silent. It was clearly a tacit agreement.

Having thought of something, Velma froze for a while before she smiled. "It's great that you guys are divorced! At least she's sensible! I'll only acknowledge Lyra as my daughter-in-law. Sydney is worth nothing!"

For some reason, Velma's curses sounded extremely harsh to Julien. "That's enough."

He picked up his coat and left the house.

Jayden stared at his elder brother's back. "Mom, is Sydney never coming back?"

Velma snorted. "I dare her! Even if she wants a divorce, she won't get a penny from my son!"

Jayden fell silent and lowered his head. No one knew what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he noticed a gaze staring at him from the side and looked over.

Lyra was standing quietly in front of the railing. How long had she been standing there?

When she saw his surprised gaze, she smiled softly and spoke in an extraordinarily gentle voice. "Jay."

Jay heard from his mother that Lyra was the only daughter of a business tycoon and was very beneficial to his brother's career. Meanwhile, Sydney was just a little orphan who only knew how to spend his brother's money.

At that moment, he came up with a brilliant idea.

Jayden revealed a friendly smile to Lyra. "Lyra."

The next day, Sydney got up early in the morning to dress up.

She took a tight black dress out of the closet and put it on. She had worn it once to show Julien, but he said it was ugly, and she never wore it again after that.

Now, not only was she wearing it, but she also put on a layer of delicate makeup, matched with scarlet lipstick. She exuded a strong and confident presence. Julien went to the Town Hall with her.

Sydney flashed him a fake smile. "Let's go, Mr. Flint. I'm very busy, so let's get this done and over with."

Julien glanced at the smile on her face, and his eyes darkened. "What's the hurry? Is it because of that model?"

Sydney was stunned for a moment before realizing what he misunderstood.

However, she did not explain herself. Instead, she raised her brows with a vague smile. "Mr. Flint, you have no right to ask about my personal affairs, don't you think?" Julien did not like her attitude. It was as if he was insignificant to her.

"You like him?"

Seeing that he was still asking questions, Sydney became a little impatient. "Yes, I like him. Happy? Can we get divorced now, Mr. Flint?"

Julien's lips pursed into a straight line. A layer of cold frost shrouded his handsome face.

Since she was in such a hurry, he would grant her wish.

The Town Hall only took a few minutes to complete the formalities.

After that, Sydney looked at the divorce certificate in her hands and suddenly felt a sting in her eyes.

From now on, there had nothing to do with each other anymore. She no longer had to compromise with him!

However, she took a deep breath, swallowed all the pain, and looked up again with a bright smile on her lips. Just then, a shiny black Maybach pulled up beside her.

A pair of long legs came down from the car, followed by Layden in a jacket. When his handsome and sharp eyes saw her, a charming smile hung on his lips. "I'm here to pick you up." Sydney was stunned. "Didn't Luke say he was coming?"

"He went and booked The Little Treasury to host a celebration for you in the evening, so he told me to come and pick you up."

He took the initiative to take her bag. "Let's go, Sydney. I'll take you to a nice place."