After three years of marriage, Wendy Stewart was used to Michael Lucas's sarcastic remarks, his frequent threats about getting divorced, and even his indulgence of a mistress. She thought that she could bear with this her entire life, until she accidentally got pregnant with a child that Michael did not want. Finally despondent, Wendy signed the divorce agreement and left. She thought they could have parted ways forever, but Michael refused to stop looking for her after the divorce. When they met again, she was the world's top designer. Smiling sweetly at her ex-husband, she said, "My dear, we're already divorced." Michael simply stared at her coldly, "Tell me, what will it take for us to reconcile?"
Wendy finally snapped out of her daze, her forehead covered with cold sweat. She noticed Michael and jumped. She saw his eyes looking at the letter on the ground.
She instinctively bent over to pick it up and then hid it behind her back. However, her actions were so blatant that it was impossible for Michael to brush it off.
"What is it, Wendy?" Michael was shocked to see Wendy's face pale with tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. Concerned, he asked as gently as he could, "What happened?"
"Nothing..." Wendy swallowed. Her voice trembling, "Nothing happened."
"Wendy, didn't we promise each other that no matter what happens, we will face them together?" Michael tried his best to be very gentle. "What are you holding?
Could you show it to me?"
"I'm not holding anything. It's really nothing." Wendy's eyes kept darting around.
She did not dare to look at Michael. The letter behind her back had been rolled into a ball.