“Sign this to finalize your divorce if you have no further questions,” the woman in a flowery dress said as she pushed a sheet of
paper toward Frank Lawrence.
They were seated at Lane Manor, and Frank’s sharp brows furrowed as he stared at the divorce agreement before turning to the
woman who was his mother in law, Gina Zonda. “What’s this?”
Gina folded her arms across her chest and said flatly, “Lane Holdings has just gone public—that means the gap between you
and Helen are growing ever further apart. Since you’re no help to her in her career, all you would do is tie her down, and it’s
therefore ideal for you to divorce her sooner.”
Frank smiled bitterly. “Is this what Helen thinks, or is that what you think?”
Gina glowered. “This is what every member of my family thinks. Henry may have arranged this marriage between you and
Helen, but we’ve been kind to you as you freeloaded from us over the last three years. Sign this if you know what’s good for
you.”
Frank inhaled deeply.
For three years, he utilized every connection and resources he had, helping Lane Holdings develop from a small business to a
public company.
And yet, the Lanes only considered him a freeloading husband… how ironic!
Nonetheless, he said, “I can agree to the divorce, but let me see Helen first.”
“My daughter doesn’t have time for you,” Gina snapped coolly.
“Really?” Frank chuckled. “She asked for a divorce but has no time for me?”
“Hmph.” Gina snorted. “So you’re still in denial about the gap between you and my daughter. You’d never understand her burden
when you don’t even have a proper job.”
“No, I don’t.” Frank nodded in agreement. “But I won’t sign this if I don’t see her today.”
Bang!
Gina slammed her hand on the table and glared at him savagely. “Know your place, Mr. Lawrence! I’m here talking to you to
spare your dignity, so sign it already!”
“Haha! Spare my dignity?” Frank reared his head in laughter before suddenly narrowing his eyes at Gina. “Lane Holdings hadn’t
grown all that much in three years, but you’ve already learned how to strut.”
“What—” Gina was left stumped.
“That’s enough,” a voice spoke from upstairs, stopping Gina before she went on another rant.
Frank turned to find Helen dressed in a black business suit as she strode down stairs toward them. With her devilish figure, fair
skin, and ravishing beauty, she was a rare marvel of a woman.
“You wanted to see me?” she said as she walked up to Frank. “Now, say what you want to say.”
The coldness in Frank’s eyes faded as he looked at his wife. “Tell me why you want a divorce.”
When they walked down the aisle three years ago, the Lanes had nothing, but he and Helen had each other’s backs and were
sweet on each other. Frank in turn swore he would make her family the greatest dynasty in Riverton.
However, as Lane Holdings grew their business with each passing day, Helen spent more time at the office, leading to their
marriage cooling off. Even so, Frank felt both pleased and sympathetic that the young, naive maiden grew to become a strong,
independent woman.
Back at the present, Helen simply avoided the question and slid a debit card toward Frank. “I understand that you have your
grievance, Frank, and I’ve done you wrong in this matter. There’s ten million in here, and you can have the downtown villa—
consider it your alimony.”
Frank sighed. “Even now, you’re still convinced money solves everything?”
“Of course.” Helen nodded. “If it’s not solved, that just means you haven’t thrown enough money at it.”
Frank shook his head in disappointment. “Lane Holdings is worth 200 million, and that’s not enough for you?”
Helen spread her arms and looked pointedly around them. “You’ve gotten too comfortable for too long, Frank—you’re shallow
and content with pocket change, which is why this manor will be where it ends. But for me, this is just the start.”
“Indeed… I am shallow, but who is insightful, then?”
Frank asked, shrugging. “Is it you, or perhaps it’s Sean Wesley?”
Helen was taken aback, surprised that Frank knew about Sean despite being a shut-in.
While she had grown close with Sean as of late, she only wanted to build a connection with him to further develop Lane
Holdings.
She was just about to explain that to Frank, but she stopped herself and sighed instead. “Yes, he is the heir to an elite family
here in Riverton, and he has great foresight. With their wealth and influence, there is no harm in an alliance with them—only
profit.”
Frank nodded in agreement, knowing that nothing he could say would change her mind.
His wife has changed, and there was no going back for them.
“In that case, I wish you the best of luck,” Frank said.
Helen had already signed the divorce agreement, and Frank put his signature to it as well.
Then, his gaze cooled as he pushed the debit card back toward the mother and daughter duo. “You can keep this. From now on,
all ties between us are cut.”
“You’re just putting on airs.” Gina snorted and rolled her eyes, but she quickly retrieved the debit card.
On the other hand, Helen felt her eyes welling up with tears as she watched Frank leave. There was no sense of relief—only one
of hollowness, as if she had lost something important.
“Mom…” Helen murmured. “I think I’m regretting this a little.”
“What’s there to regret? Just remember to hang out with Mr. King more,” Gina rebuked her sternly. “Just you wait—our family will
squeeze our way into the ranks of Riverton’s elite soon enough!”