Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 1: Divorce

On the day of the divorce, Elara wore a red sweater and put on a full-face makeup, just like she did two years ago.

At ten in the morning, she arrived at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau on time. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Mason was already there waiting.

In the early autumn, he wore a light gray trench coat. His tall stature and handsome features were enough to draw attention just by standing there.

"Did you bring your ID card?" he asked.

Elara nodded, "I brought it."

"Good."

Mason walked into the hall.

Elara hazily recalled the day two years ago when they got their marriage certificates, walking in hand in hand, eyes filled with happiness. When taking vows, Mason even had red eyes, holding her hand and passionately promising to be good to her for life.

And now...

The divorce clerk asked, "Have the marital feelings broken down, with no chance of reconciliation?"

Elara, "Yes."

Mason, "Yes."

No children, no property disputes.

The staff stamped and signed, and the procedure was unusually simple.

Elara looked at the divorce certificate in her hand, her eyes filled with bitterness.

The same time, the same place, new people replace the old.

The man who once said he would take care of her for life ultimately exited midway.

It’s better to be divorced.

In the past two years, not a single day was happy for her.

The Jacobs Family is prestigious, while she came from an ordinary family, marrying Mason was already reaching high.

To secure her footing in the Jacobs Family, she quit her job, dedicated herself to being a homemaker, worrying about everything inside and outside the home.

But after two years of preparing for pregnancy, she couldn’t conceive.

The mother-in-law was picky, the sister-in-law difficult, the relationship with in-laws tense, and the marital relationship also strained.

For Mason, she could endure all this.

But recently, Mason’s first love, Cecilia Quincy, returned.

The rice grains beside the mouth are ultimately no match for the moonlight in the sky.

In this loveless triangle, she finally chose to gracefully let go.

The two walked out of the civil affairs bureau one after the other, without any interaction in between.

Cecilia was waiting outside, dressed in a white dress, her long hair fluttering like a fairy.

She didn’t look at Mason, but instead, her eyes reddened while facing Elara, apologetically saying, "Elara, I’m really sorry, I don’t know why things turned out this way... I really didn’t intend to ruin your marriage."

Elara opened her mouth, her voice very soft, "No need to apologize..."

Before she could finish speaking, Mason looked over with displeasure, "The divorce was my decision, it has nothing to do with Cece. If you have any complaints, you can direct them at me, don’t blame Cece."

Elara fell silent, just like in the past month of the cooling-off period, the arguments and pleas had all boiled down to numbing silence.

Cecilia, a bit unhappy, said, "Mason, Elara didn’t do anything wrong. It’s us who let her down. I won’t let you speak to Elara like that."

Mason’s eyes showed helpless indulgence, "You, with your kindness, what would you do without me by your side?"

Elara watched them exchanging sweet words, only feeling her heart twist like a knife.

On their second wedding anniversary, Elara caught Mason and Cecilia in a hotel bed, Cecilia knelt on the ground crying for forgiveness, and Mason defended Cecilia just like this.

In Mason’s eyes, Cecilia was kind and innocent.

But would a truly innocent person book a hotel room with someone they knew was married?

Elara’s unwillingness to expose it didn’t mean she didn’t understand; in a relationship where the other person’s heart has changed, there’s no point in retaining or disputing.

She smiled bitterly, "Your fate isn’t finished. I should congratulate you and wish you happiness."

Her lack of contention took Mason by surprise, who looked up unexpectedly.

Elara nodded at him, "Goodbye."

Just as she was about to turn, Mason suddenly spoke, "You didn’t ask for the house, car, and property in the divorce. What are your plans?"

Elara paused in her steps.

Mason took out a check, "Take it; for the last two years, consider it my time delaying you."

His expression was somewhat complex, "Take care from now on. If you encounter difficult times, you can call me. If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll try to help."

Elara looked at that outstretched hand, just like when it held hers years ago—fair and slender with distinct joints.

But the wedding ring he wore for two years had already been removed.

She pushed that hand away, "No need."

Cecilia looked on with a guilty heart, "Elara, please accept it. Consider it for my peace of mind..."

Elara shook her head, "Really, no need."

Mason’s hand remained stiff in mid-air, watching her silhouette grow distant, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Cecilia, with a guilty expression, said, "Mason, do you think Elara will blame us?"

Mason rubbed her head, "She won’t."

Cecilia’s eyes reddened slightly, her voice sorrowful yet resolute, "Even if she blames me, I’ll accept it. For you, I’m willing to go against the whole world."

Mason’s eyes showed a hint of emotion as he embraced her, sighing, "Silly girl."

In a world of love, there’s no room for a third person. Elara, with her back to them, ultimately had her eyes turn red.

There’s no chronological order in love, but if she had known earlier that Mason always harbored another woman in his heart, she would never have stepped into this marriage.

Clearly, it was he who first said he loved her, proposed, said he would give her a home, would cherish her for life.

It turns out love can not only disappear but also be fake.

Elara stopped by a pillar, raised a hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and took out her phone to make a call.

"Hey, are you here? I’m at the entrance, wearing a red sweater."

A few minutes later, a tall man walked toward her against the light.

"Miss Hale."

"Mr. Fitzwilliam?"

Elara was momentarily taken aback.

Yesterday at the bar, in the dim environment, she hadn’t clearly seen his face.

Only now did she realize this person was strikingly handsome.

Dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, with sharp and flowing jawlines, a pair of dark eyes like a bottomless pool, mysterious and profound, exuding a strong sense of restraint from top to bottom.

After a brief moment of distraction, Elara withdrew her gaze and politely asked, "Is it convenient now?"

Her eyes and nose tip were still red, and her voice was a bit hoarse. Zion Fitzwilliam observed her, nodded after a few seconds, "Yes."

Elara said, "Then let’s go."

The two walked back into the civil affairs bureau side by side.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Mason and Cecilia coming the other way.

Cecilia gasped, covering her mouth, "Elara, is this your new boyfriend?"

Elara’s steps involuntarily halted.

Mason glanced at Zion Fitzwilliam, then looked at Elara with a darkened face, frowning, "What are you trying to do? We’re already over. I advise you to have some dignity; I don’t want things to get ugly."