Chapter 1

On a reality show, my sister and I both fell into the water.

My husband, Holt, jumped into the water without a second thought to save my sister.

He held her close with concern and urgency, leaving without looking back.

I was left behind, nearly sinking to the bottom of the lake before the crew finally pulled me out.

The next day, when I handed Holt the divorce papers, he glared at me darkly. "Lila can't swim, so I saved her first. Are you seriously jealous over this?"

I looked calmly into his eyes. "Yeah. Sign it."

Holt and I quietly obtained our divorce certificate.

Holt kept his handsome brow furrowed, but at this point, it couldn't stir even a fraction of emotion in me.

He tucked the certificate into his pocket. "I'll drive you."

I shook my head. "No need."

Holt seemed dissatisfied with my attitude. "Tessa, there's no need to be like this. We've been together for three years, after all. Divorce doesn't mean we have to act like strangers."

I was shocked for a second, barely believing these words could come from Holt's mouth. After all, now that Lila had returned, he should be thrilled that I was smart enough to get out of their way.

"Mr. Sterling, to me, divorce means divorce. We're not family, and we can't be friends either."

"You..."

"Besides, we don't have children. There's no need to stay in touch."

My words angered Holt, and he turned and left.

I watched his retreating figure and sighed helplessly.

But when I thought about my bank account balance, all that unhappiness vanished in an instant.

Although I was Tessa Grant of the Grant family, I hadn't received any money from them. Instead, the divorce made me a small-time millionaire.

There was no way I could get half of Sterling Corporation, so when I had the lawyer draft the divorce agreement, I only asked for twenty million dollars.

Holt agreed, and he also gave me luxury properties in New York and Los Angeles, three domestic properties, and six apartments in prime downtown locations.

This was enough to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life.

Looking at these cold numbers, I suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud.

How wonderful. I could finally start living for myself.

After the divorce, in just one day, I moved into a penthouse apartment in the city center.

Having it registered in my name gave me an unprecedented sense of security.

I thought leaving Holt would be painful and devastating. After all, during our three-year marriage, I had loved him.

But unexpectedly, that night I slept exceptionally well. The long-lost relaxation let me sleep until noon the next day.