On the open-air platform of the top club in Riverdale, there was a hot bikini party.

The music was melodious, and the lights and shadows swayed in the swimming pool. Liam Foster was lying on the sofa, holding two glamorous women on his left and right.

From time to time, he was amused by the flattery of the beautiful woman in his arms, then lazily watched the crowd or the night scene beneath him, like an arrogant and noble god.

Emily Carter arrived just as he was in high spirits.

Without saying a word, she grabbed the champagne from Liam Foster’s hand and poured it on the woman closest to him.

"You like to play, don't you? Then let's take it up a notch!"

The drenched woman gasped in outrage. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you behaving so atrociously here? Do you even know who you're provoking?"

She turned towards Liam with a coquettish pout. "Mr. Foster, teach this crazy woman a lesson!"

Emily Carter sneered. "Coincidentally, this ‘crazy woman’ happens to be the real wife of your so-called ‘rich man.’"

Her words dripped with sarcasm, but her eyes remained fixed on the man on the sofa.

She was curious. How long would he sit there in silence before he finally spoke?

But he still looked at them coldly. He neither defended them nor refuted her. He simply watched the scene unfold before him.

It was rare for him to be so indifferent.

Seeing that Liam Foster remained silent, another woman scoffed. "Are you serious? Mr. Foster hasn’t even said a word. Besides, with his high standards, why would he ever marry an ugly country bumpkin like you?"

Emily Carter glanced at the woman who spoke, unimpressed.

"Are you some internet celebrity? Let me give you some advice—if you involve yourself with a married man, it won’t be easy for you to make it in the entertainment industry. Are you sure this man is worth risking your entire future for?"

"Enough!"

The man, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. He even stood up, walking toward Emily Carter.

His cold gaze swept over her.

A plain white T-shirt tucked into worn-out jeans, old canvas shoes on her feet, and a pair of large, black-framed glasses hiding most of her face. Any waiter in this club looked more refined than her.

"Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough?"

It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

Her heart trembled at his words, and the way he looked at her made it clear—he despised her.

At that moment, Emily Carter felt a pang of pain.

But she still stubbornly lifted her head and met Liam Foster’s gaze. "Who am I embarrassing? I’m not the one sneaking around with other people."

"Say that again."

"What did I say? That you're out here messing around while throwing money left and right? That you have zero sense of responsibility when it comes to family? Tell me—am I wrong?"

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, the man in front of her let out a disdainful chuckle.

"Look at yourself," he said. "The fact that I even let you step into this club and throw a tantrum here—haven't I already done enough for you?"

His voice was firm, and the internet celebrity next to him chimed in eagerly, "Exactly! Just look at you. I doubt you even eat properly every day. If it weren’t for Mr. Foster’s kindness, you wouldn’t even be standing here!"

Emily Carter stood there in a daze.

It was as if no matter how much he ridiculed her, no matter how low he looked down on her, she wouldn’t feel hurt anymore.

But only she knew—her fists, clenched tightly at her sides, told a different story.

The wind on the terrace grew stronger.

Over the music and the wind, Emily Carter spoke calmly, "Since you despise me so much, why did you marry me in the first place?"

The man sneered. "If it weren’t for the old man at home, do you think I would’ve agreed?"

In other words—he had no choice.

She averted her gaze and looked at the bustling streets below. Her voice was weary.

"Alright. Let’s divorce."

The man across from her was stunned. He hadn't expected Emily Carter, who had always been difficult, to be the one to bring up divorce.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

If all that was left between them was resentment, why drag things out?

She wasn’t that shameless.

"It’s rare for you to finally see sense."

He had grown used to her stubbornly clinging to him, so her sudden willingness to let go made Liam Foster regard her slightly differently.

But he was still wary. "What about my grandfather?"

"Once the formalities are settled, you can handle him however you want."

"Fine. We'll go tomorrow."

This time, Emily Carter didn’t argue. She simply nodded.

She had initially wanted to ask him—if she told him she was pregnant, would he consider coming back?

But after tonight, she already knew the answer.

Forget it. Since they were going to part ways, there was no need to say anything more...