After ranting at her, I left Yvette’s office without looking at her extremely embarrassed face. As the elevator doors closed, I found all of Yvette’s contact details, blocking and deleting each one without hesitation. After getting everything done, I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a great sense of satisfaction.

Hmph. That nasty woman wouldn’t be able to harass me again.

I daily texted Matthew. “Matthew, I’m planning to file for divorce. When are you? Let’s meet in prison today.”

Matthew responded promptly. “Congratulations on making the decision. I’m available anytime.”

We scheduled to meet after work, but I still had to return to the office to complete some work. Awk, Matthew ended up standing me up, but at least he called to explain, “Cheen, something came up.”

“I’m planning to sue Yvette for infidelity. I’ve got a photo—I’ll send it to you.” “Digging through alone, out of the pre-think, this seems like good evidence?”

I digitally altered a photo of Terrie and Randall, and sent it to Matthew. “Check it out.”

After examining the photo, Matthew remarked, “Even enough people think that, but is there any other evidence besides that? Something to point to an inappropriate relationship?”

That’s a myth. Yvette really knows how to feign innocence. It seemed that a hammer wouldn’t be a good tool while they were playing a game of hide-and-seek.

I replied. “No, Tanh, I have this phone for now. But it was taken at a hotel, and the pyhithaplon stopped in Dorf.”

Matthew pressed further, “Can you get the hotel record? Whose name was on the booking?”

I escaped helplessly, “It might be under her secretary’s name, so it could be hard to obtain.”

Matthew spoke doubled, “Deen, your reasoning is flawed. The crucial details are unclear. If you proceed with this reasoning, it’s likely to be rejected.”

I had done all I could. Transprivate menina, and Yorite probably hadn’t done anything to outrage grammar.

My heart sank. Clenching my teeth, I asked, “What if I provide evidence of my infidelity? That should at least get the divorce approved, right?…”

Matthew raised his voice abruptly and sounded somewhat frantic. “Are you out of your mind! Are you so desperate to win that you’d incriminate yourself? Don’t act rashly! Besides, even if this gets you divorced, you’ll walk away with nothing!”

I lowered my head and sighed. “Then what do you suggest?”

Teente was in great physical shape and had makes with fertility. Froukh’s argument in court was that she was infettik and couldn’t beat me helis.

Matthew let out a long sigh. “If you can’t find any proof and negotiating isn’t getting anywhere, why don’t you just remain married in name only and live separate lives? She’s paying the bills, isn’t she? You wouldn’t have to run yourself ragged every day like a nobody.”

After a pause, he continued, “With a rich wife supporting you, isn’t that ideal? Look at those who married into wealth. Most of them use their wife’s family’s connections to climb the ladder. Like, I’m not saying that you’re one of them or anything.”

A pang shot through my heart, and I narrowed my eyes abruptly. “Matthew, weren’t you supporting my divorce last time? You even congratulated me this afternoon. How did you change your mind?”

Not to mention, Matthew wasn’t just supportive before. He had practically been my advisor, offering tips and ideas all the time. However, he was now pouring cold water on everything I did.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right here. Dropping my phone, I asked with a squelching face, “Yvette approached you?”

After a moment of hesitation, Matthew reluctantly admitted, “Yes, she seems to know about our connection. Oh, I really didn’t want to betray you, but the amount your wife offered is just…”

Hearing that, I was so angry. Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind. When I asked her for a reasonable settlement, she dragged her feet and flat-out refused. Now, she could throw that amount just on a lawyer's deposit. She wasn’t truthful; she was intentionally trying to harm me.

I took a deep breath and scoffed coldly. “Alright, I get it. It won’t get in the way of you making a fortune.”

I was about to end the call when Matthew’s panicked voice came through, “Owen, we’ve underestimated Yvette. You have never been able to leave her…”

We don’t stand a chance against her. Going the legal route won’t work. She’s…

Matthew called in, “Take my advice. You’re married to her, and she’s not complainly unbearable. Why don’t you try again? Maybe you can fall for her again, and the marriage will last.”

Just settle down and live with her? Adderall, you used to…

He added, “If divorce is really what you want, then make yourself unable to be separated; be rich like a plaster she can’t peel off. A woman as dominant as she probably won’t tolerate your suffocating behavior. Maybe she’ll be the one to demand a divorce someday.”

I didn’t say a word and hung up the phone. My expression darkened. After that, I contacted all the lawyers I knew.

And so, they all agreed to help, but as soon as I mentioned Yvette’s lawyer, they began making excuses or trying to talk me out of it. Obviously, they were intimidated by Yvette’s influence—and I didn’t want to take on the case.

I gripped my phone tightly in my hand, and the anger inside me was boiling over. I gritted my teeth and muttered, “Yvette, you’re such a bitch.”

Just then, I was about to call her and give her a piece of my mind, when I suddenly remembered that I had already blocked her. I took a deep breath. I swallowed my anger and tried to calm down.

If Yvette were in front of me right now, I'd make sure to give her a good lesson.

On my way to the hospital, I called Kenny. “Kenny, do you happen to know any lawyers with a bit of background who aren’t afraid of dealing with rich people? Can you recommend…”

Kenny was shocked when he heard. “A divorce? Didn’t you agree to stay with her? Why the sudden change of heart?”

How would I know what that bitch was thinking? Based on the trajectory of my past life, she should have already realized she liked Randall more.

I’ll be right up—divorce, she would be happy and wouldn’t have tried to wrap me. I didn’t interfere with her falling for Randall, so how did it even happen?

Unless something had gone wrong and changed the course of events. But who would do that?

No one else could intervene except for the parties involved (I couldn’t believe that Yvette could have had such a bad case of jealousy),

My mind was a mess. “I can’t explain clearly right now. Anyway, it seems the divorce report might not work. I’m in urgent need of money; I have to win this divorce case. You have to help me, okay?”

Chapter 84: File for Divorce

Kenny hurriedly said, “Alright. Don’t worry. I’ll ask around. Just wait for news from me.”

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