"Move aside! Please move aside!"

Tucker Conley rushed into the Hilton Hotel with a parcel.

It was almost half past five in the afternoon. He had to deliver the urgent parcel as soon as possible and then go home to make dinner for his wife in case she would blame him upon arrival at home.

Soon, he arrived outside a presidential suite and rang the doorbell.

The doorbell chimed.

A few moments later, the door was opened.

"Hello, there is a parcel for...."

Tucker paused as he saw the person in front of him. He was thunderstruck and froze, with the parcel slipping from his hand.

The one who opened the door was his wife, Paityn Landry!

Not far behind her stood a young man in a bathrobe.

He was Rohan Krause, a famous rich playboy in DG City. Tucker knew him, because Rohan was a fanatical suitor of Paityn.

"Paityn, you...."

Tucker couldn't believe his eyes.

Paityn was slightly surprised.

"What are you doing here? Quickly go home. I don't want to see you!" She was exceptionally cold and impatient.

Hearing this, Tucker felt extremely bitter, as if his heart would break.

But then he forced a smile, "Actually ... you can tell me if you're tired of me. I can divorce you and wish you happiness."

"We've been married for three years. I know this day will come. I've prepared the divorce agreement and signed it. It's under my bed. You can sign it and file a divorce at any time."

"I'm sorry for what I've put you through in the past three years. However, I still hope you can remember that there was a loser who ... loved you."

With that, Tucker turned around forlornly and couldn't help but shed tears.

He thought that he could let Paityn go and get over her easily, but he didn't expect him to be such sorrowful when this day really came.

"It's not what you think."

This remark was the only thing in Paityn's mind as she watched Tucker leave.

Rohan was delighted and stepped forward, "Paityn, just listen to him and sign the divorce agreement. If you marry me, I promise to make you live a happy life."

Paityn whirled around and glared at Rohan with her beautiful eyes, "You did it on purpose, right? You asked me here under the pretext of our business and then had the express company to arrange Tucker to send you the parcel. You just want him to misunderstand our relationship and feel inferior. Then he'll voluntarily divorce me. Am I right?"

"Paityn, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

"Yes, you are!"

Paityn said through gritted teeth, "Let me guess, this is actually not the urgent document sent by your customer, right?"

With that, she bent to pick up the parcel on the ground and opened it.

Rohan was anxious and hastily tried to take the parcel, "Paityn, this is trade secret. You can't read it. Quickly give it to me."

Paityn ignored him and took out the document from the parcel.

It was a bundle of blank paper.

"So this is your secret document?"

Paityn asked angrily.

Rohan didn't answer.

"Shame on you!"

Paityn threw the stack of paper on the ground in agony and strode off in high heels.

"I'm sorry!"

Rohan immediately stopped her and said emotionally, "But it's you who forced me to do this."

"As long as you can divorce that loser and marry me, I can save your company from bankruptcy. Then you won't be so tired anymore. Why can't you agree on that?"

"What's so great about that loser? He is just an expressman and has nothing, while I graduated from Cambridge University and owns assets of more than two billion. I have luxurious mansions, sports cars and a lot of money. Why would you rather to be with him?"

"Because he makes me feel safe, but you can't!"

Afterwards, Paityn pushed Rohan away and left.

"Damn it!"

Rohan smashed his fist against the wall.

"I'll see if he can give you a sense of security!"

He angrily rushed into the presidential suite and picked up the phone on the coffee table to make a call.

"Jakobe, that loser has put a divorce agreement with his signature under his bed. Go get it and have Paityn's mother force Paityn to sign it after she returns home!"

...

There came the rumble of thunder!

It was dull today, and suddenly the rain came pelting down.

All the pedestrians were caught off guard by the thunderstorm and ran for shelter except Tucker. He was walking blankly in the rain.

He had no relatives, so he didn't know where he could go after he left the Landry's.

He was from the Conley family, a rich family in the Imperial City. However, he was kicked out of the Conley's with his limbs broken three years ago. Luckily, he met Paityn's father, Yahir Landry. Yahir was on a business trip in the Imperial Capital and saved Tucker out of sympathy.

Yahir had no son. Realizing that Tucker was honest and reliable, Yahir asked him to marry into the Landry's after he recovered. Then Tucker became the uxorilocal son—in—law of the Landrys.

However, this dealt him nothing but trouble and derision. All the Landrys treated him with distain because he was a good—for—nothing.

Things became even worse especially two years ago when a car accident turned Yahir into a vegetable. Because of that, Tucker was regarded as a jinx and was much blamed.

Actually, he could endure it. After all, he was indeed a trash, while Paityn was outstanding and even got an MBA degree from Harvard University. She was laughed at by so many people for marrying him, so he could also bear the humiliation for her.

But over time, he gradually understood that if you really liked someone, you didn't have to be with her to protect her. Actually, what mattered was that she could be happy.

However, it was really hurting to part from the one you loved.

"This guy is obviously dumped by his girlfriend."

"Losers should just face the reality and never expect to have a girlfriend. One hoping for too much will only end up getting hurt by love."

"That's right. Look at him. He is just a courier. How dare he dream of getting a girlfriend? He deserved to be dumped."

Some young people were sheltering from the rain in the doorways of shops on the street. They couldn't help but mock Tucker when seeing him walking in the rain.

Abruptly, a Rolls—Royce and two Mercedes—Benz S600 stopped in front of Tucker.

A man in a suit got off the Mercedes—Benz S600 and ran over with a black umbrella to protect Tucker from the rain.

Then an old man with gray hair descended from Rolls—Royce and walked towards Tucker, surrounded by several men in suits. They stood in front of Tucker and respectfully bowed to him.

"Mr. Tucker!"

They spoke in a booming voice.

Those people who had just mocked Tucker were all shocked with their eyes wide open!

'The guy is actually from a rich family!'

"Who asked you to come here? Are you here to laugh at me?"

Tucker turned extremely cold at the sight of these people.

They were the servants of the Conleys, and the leader was the butler, Savion Juarez.

"Mr. Tucker, Mr. Nasir asked me to bring you back home. Your maternal grandfather came to the Conley's and asked for your blood for a DNA test. If we can't get your blood in three days, all our profits will be taken by your maternal grandfather. Mr. Nasir can't handle this, so please go back home with me," Savion said in a trembling voice.

"Go back?" Tucker sneered, "Ever since I was a child, no people in the Conley's was nice to me. I still remember every time I complained that my brothers bullied me, they would press me to the ground and beat me up. And when I talked about this to grandfather, he would always say that I deserved it."

"Three years ago, my brother, Demarion, called me a bastard. I was so angry that I fought with him. However, grandfather indiscriminately asked you to break my limbs and kick me out of home. That's why I'm a useless trash now!"

"As my maternal grandfather came to me, grandfather wanted me to go back for fearing of being retaliated against for what he did to me back then. Do you think I'm a pushover?"

"Go tell him that I would rather die outside than set foot in the Conley's!"

Tucker's parents died when he was young, and the Conleys weren't good to him. Thus, he had long been accustomed to being alone. He didn't care if he could take the chance to find his maternal grandfather. He only wanted to accept his destiny as a loser and live his own life.

"Mr. Tucker, please go back with me. Mr. Nasir said that you would be the successor of the Conley family as long as you could go back. And you can do what you want to your brother and me."

Savion pleaded.

"I've told you that I'll never go back. Are you deaf?"

Tucker roared.

"Get lost! All of you get out my sight!"

He angrily kicked those men in suits.

On cue, a shout suddenly came from behind him.

"Tucker! Are you crazy? Stop!"