In the dimly lit corner of a trendy bar called "Luna," two striking women sat across from each other. One of them, a short-haired woman named Miranda Wayne, was visibly seething.


    "What does he think he''s doing, M? This is a p in the face!" Miranda nearly thrust her phone into M''s face, disying the headlines she had read earlier


    that day.


    "Everyone knows about Giselle and Lysander''s past. Childhood friends! Betrothed since they were kids! It''s no secret. And now, while he''s still married, he brings her into hispany as the CEO of a subsidiary he personally oversees? He''s making a mockery of you!"


    M lowered her thickshes, offering a nonchnt smile. "Is it the first time they''reughing at me? Let them be."


    From the moment she fell for Lysander and married him, M had be the subject of ridicule among their social circle. Countless acquaintances whispered behind her back, envious and scornful that a so-called "trophy wife" managed to capture the elusive Lysander.


    Enduring indifference and emotional neglect after marriage only fueled the gossip that Lysander didn''t truly care for her. Each public encounter felt like an opportunity for those around them to belittle and taunt her.


    If she had cared about every whisper, she might have driven herself mad long ago.


    Yet, the news still stung today.


    As his wife, she had dedicated herself to learningputer science and honing her skills, eager to contribute to Montgomery Holdings. But her resume was met with rejection, and Lysander''s dismissive coldness.


    Meanwhile, Giselle, freshly returned from abroad, was seamlessly appointed as the head of Montgomery Holdings'' new tech division—a clear path paved for her. The difference in treatment was stark and undeniable.


    "Alright, we''re here to discuss my divorce, not them," M said, attempting to soothe Miranda.


    Miranda, a college friend and a renownedwyer, was M''s confidante. Though she rarely handled divorce cases, M had immediately thought of her when she decided to end things with Lysander. With Miranda, she could freely discuss the messy details of her marriage.


    Seeing M''sposed expression, Miranda breathed a sigh of relief and put away her phone. "Fine," she grumbled, "let''s not talk about that scoundrel."


    Miranda then pulled a prenuptial agreement from the pile of documents on the table and ced it in front of M. Her finger traced several uses, her brow furrowed with concern and anger.


    "I''ve gone through the documents you sentst night. This prenup is airtight. If you divorce Lysander, you won''t get a dime. You''ll walk away with nothing."


    M wasn''t surprised. Lysander neither loved nor trusted her, which is why he had insisted on the prenup. Montgomery Holdings would remain solely his, and M wouldn''t see a penny.


    "What about a settlement?" M asked calmly.


    She never intended to live off Lysander''s wealth. She simply wanted


    "It''splicated. The prenup is a significant hurdle, and you have your own job. Lysander has kept your professional livespletely separate..."


    M interrupted, already understanding where this was heading.


    "What if I could prove infidelity on his part? Wouldn''t that make him the guilty party?"


    Miranda nodded. "With solid evidence, you might have a case."


    Unfortunately, M had no such evidence.


    It seemed inevitable that she would leave with nothing, but she knew she had to


    end this marriage. She had endured enough of the neglect and betrayal.