Chapter 11

“Hmph, Amity really is a fool. She didn't want such a good marriage and even took the initiative to divorce and leave. At least she has some sense!” Cynthia mimicked the gestures of the upper class, swirled her wine glass, and sneered coldly. “Amity, don't worry. After you divorce, even if you regret it, it will be too late. Whether it's Lawrence or everything that belongs to Lawrence, it will all be mine from now on!” ... Lawrence raced home at breakneck speed, running through countless red lights, before finally arriving. Julie cautiously handed him the divorce certificate, daring not to say a word. The divorce certificate seemed to mock his pitiful state. Calculating the dates, Amity must have intentionally used the pretext of a ten-year agreement to get him to sign the divorce papers a month ago. Lawrence clenched the divorce certificate tightly, gave a self-deprecating smile, and felt a sharp pain in his heart. “Amity, everyone in high society plays around. I've been with