“Babe, long day at work?”

“Come on… let’s go to the bedroom. I’ll give your shoulders a good rub.”

Dustin Sterling walked up to Wendy Moorfield, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, ready to massage away her fatigue.

But Wendy instantly frowned. She slapped his hands away like they were something dirty, stood up, and took several steps back.

“Dustin, I’m not in the mood. Don’t touch me. You’re sleeping in the living room tonight.” Her voice was icy.

“The living room again? We’re married. You’re seriously not even letting me into our room now?” Dustin’s brows tightened.

Wendy looked at him quietly, her eyes filled with a cold, distant indifference. After a long moment, as if she finally made up her mind, she turned around, went back to the bedroom, and returned with a piece of paper and a bank card. She placed them on the table.

“Dustin… we’re not from the same world anymore. This is the divorce agreement. Sign it. There’s five million in the card—it’s all yours.” Her tone was so calm it felt cutting.

Divorce?

Not from the same world?

Dustin stared at her, stunned.

He never imagined that after three years of marriage, Wendy would say something like that to him.

Three years ago, the Moorfield family was on the brink of collapse, drowning in massive debt. Wendy had met him while drinking her sorrows away, and the two eventually married.

After the wedding, Dustin quietly used his connections and influence to help her stand back up, pushing her company forward from behind the scenes.

The business grew bigger and stronger. Wendy not only paid off all the debt but also turned the company into a rising powerhouse, stealing the spotlight everywhere she went.

And as the company expanded, Wendy threw herself completely into her work. Their time together kept shrinking.

Still, Dustin had always been proud of her.

These three years were supposed to be just a small test for Wendy. As long as she could get the company to the point of going public, he planned to reveal everything to her.

He wanted to build her a business empire—something massive—so she could chase her ambitions without ever looking back.

Dustin Sterling hadn’t even gotten the chance to lay his cards on the table before Wendy Moorfield dropped a bomb on him.

“Divorce.”

He let out a small, bitter laugh, the kind that sounded more tired than mocking. “Yeah… makes sense. You’re the president of a soon‑to‑go‑public company now, the rising star of Yuncheng’s business circle. And me? Just some guy drifting through life, living off his wife, a total loser. We really aren’t in the same world anymore, right?”

Wendy drew in a long breath, her tone steady and her gaze sharp. “Good that you understand. I never expected my man to be some fairy‑tale prince, but he should at least show some drive. Look at yourself…”

Her eyes carried a kind of lofty dismissal, that condescending glint stinging more than any slap. Dustin’s chest tightened.

He lifted his head and looked at her carefully.

He had to admit… she was stunning.

Her long black hair spilled over her shoulders, the fitted blazer outlining every curve of her figure. Her legs, wrapped in dark stockings, carried a softness and elegance that could make anyone lose focus. Every small movement she made had a way of hooking a person’s soul.

But the bright, cheerful girl she used to be… that warmth was long gone. Now she carried a coldness, a distance, like she’d built a wall only she could stand on top of.

These past few years, Wendy had been drifting in and out of high‑end banquets, brushing shoulders with the so‑called elites. Somewhere along the way, she’d started believing she was one of them—someone above the ordinary.

To be honest, in the three years of marriage, Dustin had treated her really well.

Her dream had always been to grow the company, to make a name for herself in Yuncheng. And to help her chase that dream, Dustin had stayed in the shadows, clearing every obstacle for her, step by step.

Truth was… not even Wendy knew that her rise from drowning in debt to becoming a multimillionaire was entirely because of him.

Dustin took a deep breath, eyes fixed on her. “You really have to make it this ruthless? You’re set on divorcing me?”

Wendy looked into his deep, steady gaze, a brief flicker of hesitation surfacing. But in the next second—who knew what crossed her mind—her expression hardened again.

“Dustin, you should know our marriage has been dead for a long time.”

“I just want to focus on my career. I don’t have the time or energy for a family.”

“I worked my way up here, step by step. Anyone who sees what I’ve accomplished would call it impressive.”

"You seriously look at yourself sometime? All you do is game, sleep in, and waste the day. What else can you even do? The gap between us is getting ridiculous, you get that?"

"That's it. Sign it, take the money, and walk away. Whatever we had ends today."

Dustin Sterling stared at Wendy Moorfield, her face colder than winter glass, and a crooked, bitter smile tugged at his lips. "All your success… all your ‘hard work’? Funny thing is…"

Wendy heard he wanted to keep talking, and her brows immediately tightened.

"Enough!" she cut him off, her tone sharp as a blade. "What’s the point of talking now? Dustin, don’t make me sick."

"Heh." Dustin let out a low, self‑mocking laugh.

When someone’s heart changes, no matter how you hold on, you can’t keep them. That single word—“sick”—was like ice water pouring over him, shattering the last bit of reluctance he had left.

Wendy’s desire for divorce was already hard as stone. Dragging this out would only make him look pathetic.

Dustin picked up the pen and signed his name across the agreement with swift strokes.

Everything was over.

He took a deep breath, stood up, and headed for the door.

"Wait." Wendy called out to him, looking at his back with a complicated expression.

"I already signed. We’re done. What else is there?" Dustin’s voice was cold, stripped of all emotion.

"There’s five million in this card, enough to last you a lifetime." Wendy explained quickly, as if afraid he’d think it too little. "You know as well as I do—ordinary people can’t make that much no matter how hard they work. You should be satisfied."

Dustin glanced back at her. His gaze, once warm, held no trace of heat now.

"Ha. In your world, money’s the only thing that matters, huh? You’ve gotten rich so easily you’ve lost yourself. Five million? You think I care? Keep it."

Contempt.

Wendy’s chest tightened with anger. She had done everything she could to get rid of this man, yet now that he had actually signed, her heart was a mess.

She shouted, her voice shaking, "Dustin, it’s been three years! You lived off me, ate my food, used my money—have you earned even a dollar? What are you pretending for? You won’t even take five million? Without me, Wendy Moorfield, you wouldn’t even have food to eat!"

Dustin let out a quiet snort. "Just hope you don’t regret what you chose today."

Then he turned and left.

Dustin Sterling turned around and walked away without even glancing back.

Wendy Moorfield stared at his fading silhouette, her face twisting with anger as she shouted, “I’ll never regret this! Without you dragging me down, I’ll be the brightest rising star in Yuncheng’s business world! I’ll take the company public, I’ll stand at the top of the world! And you? You’re nothing but a parasite who can only look up at me!”

Dustin didn’t hear a word of Wendy’s hysterical yelling.

Right now, he was walking alone through the cold night. The wind sliced past him, but it still couldn’t compete with the chill settling in his chest.

Three years.

Three years of giving everything he had.

And now it was over.

He hadn’t brought luggage, hadn’t taken a single item with him. He really had walked out with nothing. After wandering for a long time, he finally arrived at Graceful Charm Community and knocked on a familiar door.

Knock, knock, knock…

Before long, the door opened.

Standing there was a girl whose face carried a striking resemblance to Wendy’s—delicate features, stunningly beautiful. When she saw Dustin, surprise flashed in her eyes… along with a trace of joy she couldn’t quite hide.

“Brother‑in‑law…”