Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"You—you—you! How dare you rebel against me? Just wait— I'll call my son back right now, and we'll see who's the one who has to get out!"

Seeing how different I was acting—this daughter-in-law who had always been so easy to control was now standing up to her—my mother-in-law was so angry that she clutched her chest with one hand and fumbled in her pocket for her phone with the other to call Ethan.

After she'd exaggerated the story to him over the phone, Ethan arrived home quickly.

The moment he walked in, he pointed his finger at me and yelled, "Nora Bennett! Didn't I tell you my mom has high blood pressure? If you make her sick, do you think I won't divorce you right away?"

"Divorce? No problem. We can go register tomorrow, and once the one-month cooling-off period is over, we'll get the divorce certificate.

If you don't agree, that's fine too. I'll file for divorce through legal channels tomorrow," I stared straight into Ethan's eyes and said coldly—completely different from the "love-addled fool" I'd been before.

Ethan was stunned when he heard this. He'd never expected that the naive woman who had always caved in at his slightest threat would be acting so differently today.

"Enough! Stop making a scene! Mom, go inside and rest—pay no attention to her. She's just a spoiled rich girl throwing a tantrum," Ethan said to his mother, but his eyes were fixed on me the entire time, and his words were laced with sarcasm.

I snorted and said nothing more. I turned around, went straight to the bedroom, locked the door behind me, and refused to let him in.

The next day, when Ethan received a call from my lawyer, he finally realized I was serious.

"Nora Bennett, are you sure you want a divorce? Do you think you can find another husband like me? This is your last chance—don't regret it later," Ethan stood in front of me, looking down at me with a condescending air.

I rolled my eyes. I had to admit—this man was really something. He'd brainwashed me (PUA'd me) to such an extent.

Every day, he'd tell me how "not good enough" I was—saying that apart from my family's money, I had nothing going for me.

But he? He'd say he was different—he was good-looking, extremely capable, and a rare young talent.

I'd let him PUA me for seven whole years. Now that I looked back, I realized how much of a fool I'd been back then!