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?"
After hanging up the phone, Michael stretched out his hand to help Wendy. He then said in a very gentle tone, "Wendy, let's go. Mr. York will pick us up downstairs. We will go back by helicopter, and soon we will see Leah and Jake."
Wendy stood up, but she didn't move her feet.
"What's the matter, Wendy? What's wrong?" Michael looked at her worriedly.
At this time, any move by Wendy made Michael frightened.
"Michael, that letter was really sent by mistake, right?" Wendy's eyes were red.
She turned to look at Michael as if she was waiting for Michael's affirmative answer.
"Yes, it was the wrong one," Michael nodded and followed Wendy's words to comfort her. "Shall we leave here first? Don't you miss Leah and Jake? They miss you too; we will go back soon. And we will see them soon."
"It was the wrong one, it was the wrong one," Wendy whispered in a low voice, over and over again.