I impatiently cut her off, “Enough, let’s not waste time. Let’s go inside.” 

During these seven years, I’ve encountered Lucia Sandwood many times. She’s not nearly as innocent and pitiable as she appears. How could a woman who has survived in the entertainment industry for ten years be so simple? 

So I couldn’t be bothered to watch her performance and walked straight inside. 

To my surprise, she followed me in. 

When I saw her eyes fixed intensely on the divorce agreement, I finally understood she was here to supervise. 

In our previous divorces, Marcus had always written that he would leave with nothing, to give me a sense of security. 

But this time, it stated that I would leave with nothing. 

Marcus told me that any changes to his assets would affect his company that was preparing to go public. 

I didn’t sign because I believed him, but because I no longer had the energy to argue with him. 

After getting the certificate, I stood at the entrance waiting for a taxi. 

Marcus ran over and grabbed my hand, “How long will you stay with your parents? Give me the address, I’ll bring some gifts and visit.” 

I replied coldly, “That’s unnecessary.” 

He seemed to sense I was truly different this time, and his grip on my hand unconsciously tightened. 

He asked uncertainly, “Georgina, you will remarry me, right?” 

Just then, Lucia walked over, looking anxious, “Marcus, my son has a fever. What should I do?” 

I pulled my hand away and said to them, “I hope your filming goes well.” 

Then I got into the taxi. 

As the car started moving, my tears began flowing uncontrollably. 

Looking at the familiar divorce certificate in my hand, my heart felt like it was being pierced by needles. 

Back then, I had plunged headfirst into the whirlpool of his love, leaving myself no way out. 

My college roommate had warned me, “Remarrying a divorced man isn’t always reliable. Don’t be so foolish to believe everything.” 

But I had strongly defended him, “My Marcus is different from others. He truly loves me.” 

“I know you’ll say a successful man like him must have many women around him. It’s okay, I’m prepared. I’ve told him that I’ll understand if he has casual flings outside, as long as I’m in his heart, I’ll forgive him. I’m committed to him for life!” 

Unexpectedly, I spent seven years of my youth only to end up with a shattered heart. 

— 

After getting out of the taxi, I walked straight into my parents’ luxurious villa. 

As soon as I pushed open the gate, my mom came forward with a smile, mysteriously asking me to close my eyes. 

I obediently closed my eyes and let her lead me forward. 

“Okay, you can open them now.” 

Before me was a Ferrari, and standing beside it were my good friend Henry and my dad. 

Dad smiled and said, “My dear daughter, I was going to give you this gift, but Henry insisted on surprising you himself, so I got you this instead.” 

He pulled out a sapphire necklace from behind his back, as if performing a magic trick. 

I had seen this necklace in the news just two days ago. It was said to have been bought by a mysterious person for an astronomical price of over 100 million. 

I never expected it to be a surprise from my dad. 

My eyes welled up with tears again. Looking at the three people smiling at me, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart. 

Perhaps everything was arranged by fate. As I lost love, family and friendship filled the void in my broken heart. 

We had lunch together, then Henry returned to his company for some business. 

Mom sat with me on the sofa for a private chat. 

“My dear, I notice Henry seems quite attentive to you. Your father says he has good character and his own career. Since you’re divorced now, why not consider him?” 

I laughed out loud, “Mom, stop trying to play matchmaker. He’s not straight.” 

My mom gave a mysterious smile and said nothing more. 

The next day, I drove my new car, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. 

When I first got together with Marcus, his company was just starting out and wasn’t very big yet. 

Understanding his struggles, I never let him buy me expensive gifts or spend money on me. 

After graduating from college, I married him and went straight to work at his company, helping him with everything from meeting clients to being his assistant and taking care of all his needs. 

The more I understood his hardships, the less willing I was to spend money on myself. He once offered to buy me a car, but I refused without even thinking about it.