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?"
Their grocery shopping trip did not turn out to be the most pleasant. By the time they got home, it was already after 1 P.M. Wendy restocked the refrigerator with the groceries, then put on an apron, and said, "Go get some rest while I cook lunch for us. What do you want to eat?"
"You don't plan to chase me away this time?" Michael sat on the couch with his long, thin legs crossed. He gazed at Wendy, a trace of amusement in his eyes, and said, "You've been so eager to get rid of me recently."
"Thank you for helping me today," said Wendy sincerely. If Michael had not intervened to help her, she really would not have been able to deal with the unreasonable old lady by herself.
"Wendy Stewart, as long as you're my wife, no one is allowed to bully you," said Michael in a suddenly stern tone. His eyes were filled with seriousness.