"Oh, sis-in-law, what's this about? Running away from home?"
As soon as Agatha Yardley dragged her suitcase down from the second floor, Chloe Morgan's sarcastic tone followed her like a shadow.
Agatha didn’t bother to respond. She just shot Chloe a calm glance before continuing to haul her suitcase downstairs.
Coincidentally, she ran into Brandy Evans on the first floor. The wealthy lady who’d always looked down on her stood there with her usual condescending gaze. "Where are you off to so early in the morning with that suitcase?"
After three years as mother- and daughter-in-law, Agatha knew Brandy’s tone all too well. This was definitely the opening move of another passive-aggressive attack.
In the past, Agatha would’ve rushed to smooth things over, apologizing and trying to keep the peace. But not anymore. She didn’t care about Colin Morgan anymore—why should she care about his bad-tempered mother?
"Anywhere but here," Agatha replied coolly. "Don’t worry, Mrs. Morgan—I won’t be coming back to this house ever again."
Her words were calm, but the usual meekness in her eyes was completely gone. In its place was a cold indifference that made her seem like a different person.Brandy Evans wasn’t used to her once docile daughter-in-law talking back like this. Her face darkened immediately. “Agatha, is this how you treat your elders?”
“I’d say my attitude matches yours perfectly,” Agatha Yardley replied, her tone calm yet sharp.
Her indifferent sarcasm, combined with the casual arch of her brow, brought a wave of anger crashing over Brandy. “Do you even see me as your mother-in-law anymore?”
At this, Agatha glanced at her briefly, then let a faint smile tug at her lips. “Sorry, but you won’t be for much longer.”
Just as her words landed, the sound of a car horn came from outside the villa.
Agatha raised a brow calmly. “I’m leaving, Mrs. Morgan. Everything I left in the room? I don’t need any of it. You can throw it out or burn it for all I care. Just one thing—don’t contact me again.”
She pulled her suitcase with deliberate slowness, heading for the door. As she reached it, she tossed out one last sentence, her tone cold as ice: “Your whole family is just repulsive.”
Brandy was still reeling from the blow of Agatha’s “you won’t be my mother-in-law” comment when her parting words hit, leaving her fuming with rage. “Have you lost your mind, Agatha?! Do you want me to call Colin and tell him—” "Mom, did you see Agatha just now? It's hilarious. Early in the morning, and she's dragging a suitcase around, haha! Do you think she purposely passed by me, hoping I'd beg her to stay?"
Chloe walked out of the villa, noticing Brandy standing motionless. She tugged at Brandy's sleeve. "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Brandy's expression was complicated. All this time, as long as Colin was mentioned, Agatha would always behave. But today, something was off—she actually left without looking back.
Outside, the sports car roared away, leaving only a faint outline in the distance. Brandy stepped out and caught sight of the disappearing car.
"She... actually left?"
Chloe followed behind, curling her lips in disdain. "If she wants to leave, let her. Bertha's back now. If she doesn't leave on her own, my brother would have kicked her out sooner or later!"
Brandy thought about it. She had to agree. With the youngest Reed daughter back, it would be better if Agatha filed for divorce herself. At least she knew her place.
Meanwhile, the "sensible" Agatha sat in a Porsche, flipping through the divorce agreement in her hands. After checking the terms carefully, she was satisfied and signed her name with a swift motion.
Arya, who was driving, clicked her tongue. "You're really this decisive?"
Agatha capped the pen, her voice calm. "What else would I do?"
With Bertha back in the picture, what was there left to hold on to?Three years—neither too long nor too short. Agatha Yardley had once believed that even the coldest heart could be warmed in time.
But Colin Morgan didn’t have a heart, or at least, his heart belonged entirely to Bertha Reed, his so-called "white moonlight."
Agatha couldn’t deny it—she’d been shameless back then. Using her father’s favor, she’d practically forced Colin into marrying her, stealing the title of "Mrs. Morgan" for three years. Now that Bertha was back, the least she could do was step aside gracefully. After all, Colin had been loyal in his devotion to Bertha, keeping his distance from Agatha even after three years of marriage.
Yes, three years of marriage with no intimacy. Thankfully, it wasn’t common knowledge. If those who had scorned her for "climbing up the social ladder" ever found out, who knows how cruelly they’d ridicule her.
Three years—long enough, she thought. It was her way of paying for those seven foolish years of one-sided infatuation.
Covering her eyes with her hand, Agatha tried to block the tears threatening to spill. She didn’t want Arya Spencer to notice her weakness.
She was human, after all. No matter how nonchalant she pretended to be, ten years of feelings ending like this? Anyone would feel crushed.
Arya's flashy red sports car came to a stop. With a quick adjustment of her sunglasses, Arya tossed out her usual lighthearted comment. "Alright, we’re here! Go get ’em, Aggie! Your girl Arya’s got your back!"
As she finished, Arya sent Agatha a playful air kiss.Agatha gave a small laugh. "Alright, time to face the battlefield."
Yeah, no kidding. Figuring out how to toss the divorce papers in Colin's face with both flair and composure? Not exactly easy.
Holding the agreement, she pushed the car door open and stepped out. Three years of marriage—this wasn't her first time coming to Qianxing, and definitely not her first time being brushed off by the receptionist. "Miss Yardley, if you haven't made an appointment, you can't go up. Mr. Morgan's extremely busy. If everyone skipped making appointments and just told me they wanted to go up, what would be the point of my job as a receptionist?"
A receptionist—just a receptionist—daring to block her like this. Three years, and she still hadn't once been addressed as "Mrs. Morgan." No need to guess why; the root cause was obvious. Colin Morgan had never cared about her.
Agatha lowered her gaze slightly, letting out a faint chuckle. "Qianxing's employee training seems to need work. Even Colin Morgan's wife has to book an appointment to see him? If that's how it is, being 'Mrs. Morgan' sure doesn’t seem worth much."
She said this with a cold glance at the receptionist before striding straight to the elevator, the click of her heels echoing confidently.The receptionist froze for a moment when she saw Agatha Yardley like this. She blinked, then let out a dismissive snort. But not wanting to risk any trouble, she quickly picked up the phone and called upstairs to notify them.
Before Agatha even made it to the office, Colin Morgan already knew she was coming.
He frowned. “I don’t want to see her.”
He had a short meeting scheduled in five minutes.
The secretary nodded and left. But the moment he stepped out of the office, he saw Agatha heading their way in her high heels.
Today, Agatha was wearing a floral A-line dress that cinched at the waist, giving off a soft, elegant vibe. Yet something about her seemed... different, especially the look in her eyes. The secretary couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
“Mr. Collins,” Agatha greeted him first. Before he could respond, she stepped forward and pushed open Colin’s office door without missing a beat. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Morgan, but I’ve got an agreement here for you to sign.”
With that, she walked straight to the man behind the desk, unfazed by his icy stare, and laid the divorce papers down right in front of him. “Sign it.”
