"I'll divorce her right now, just wait for me a few more days!"

Late at night, in the Beachfront Villa, Juliet Wood had just bathed when she suddenly heard a noise in the hallway.

Looking toward the sound, she saw Edward Fred changing his shoes while talking on the phone, his tone incredibly gentle, "Mm, don't worry, you are the only Mrs. Edward."

She had also experienced such gentleness from him once, but it only lasted a fleeting one and a half year.

Collecting her thoughts, she pretended not to hear his words, nonchalantly preparing to go upstairs.

However, just as her foot touched the first step of the stairs, a cold voice came from behind her, "Wait, you heard everything, didn't you?"

Edward Fred was dressed in a crisp black business suit, his physique tall and slim, his shoulders broad, his waist narrow. His charming face was full of indifference and his presence exuded an overwhelming pressure.

His gaze fell on her face, and his pitch-black pupils were as icy as the midnight outside the window.

"I won't beat around the bush, let's apply for the divorce on Monday."

He spoke heavily, his tone leaving no room for refusal, "This is the divorce agreement, besides the compensation clause inside, you can raise any other requirements."

"Why?" Juliet Wood's face darkened.

"She is back," Fred simply replied.

Juliet Wood knew very well who "she" was.

After a moment of silence, she nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Then she walked over, took the divorce agreement, and sat down on the living room couch.

Upon seeing her calmly perusing through the divorce agreement, Fred was briefly stunned. He hadn't expected her to agree so readily.

Juliet only appeared calm on the surface, but in fact, she hadn't read a single word on the divorce agreement.

Her marriage with Fred had come about due to a series of unfortunate or perhaps fortunate coincidences.

Two years ago, she had arrived in the Florida for a relaxing vacation and happened to encounter a heartbroken

Fred drowning his sorrows in a bar.

As the night unfolded, they found themselves greatly clicking after only a few exchanges. There were no cliché love-at-first-sight sparks, they simply became close friends.

After a while of communication, one day, Fred unexpectedly proposed to her.

She said yes.

After marriage, Fred treated her well; he cared for her, attended to her, poured her water and gave her medicine when she fell sick, helped her wash and dry her hair...

Whenever she faced any difficulties, he was always there to resolve them promptly.

Their relationship was excellent during that time.

However, everything changed about six months ago when he received a certain phone call.

He turned cold and distant, void of any warmth towards her.

That was when she discovered the truth; the reason why Fred had proposed to her, the kindness and care he showed were all because she bore a slight resemblance to Elizabeth Ryan, the woman of his dreams, hidden deep within his heart.

Shaking off her reminiscing thoughts, Juliet looked at Fred and asked indifferently, "Can I ask for additional compensation?"

"Sure," Fred answered succinctly.

"'Just ask for anything?' Juliet looks directly at him, her eyes somewhat dimmer than usual.

Seeing it, Edward Fred can't help feeling a little guilty, 'Mm.'

He has prepared himself mentally, ready to do his utmost to meet her demands as long as they are not excessive.

Over a year since they got married, she has brought him a lot of joy.

'I want the most expensive sports car in the garage.'

'Okay.'

'And that villa in the suburbs.'

'Deal.'

'I want half of all the wealth you've earned in these two years of marriage.'

Fred pauses, as if he can't believe his own ears, and asks, 'What did you say?'

'Marriage law states that property acquired after marriage is community property for husband and wife. I know that your salary and company dividends as well as other investments over these two years amount to billions.'

She looked at him seriously, not joking at all.

'I don't need half, forty percent would suffice.'"