"Grayson Maxwell? Did you seriously think I'd waste my life on someone as cold and boring as you? I hope you find another poor idiot. Someone who can actually tolerate your cold, lifeless personality!" The room erupted in laughter—some nervous, others bold and mean. "What a humiliation," murmured a woman in a pearl necklace. "I always knew that engagement was a sham," said another. That night, the Langley family had spared no expense. They'd thrown London's most extravagant engagement party, all to loudly announce the "perfect union" between Catherine Langley and Grayson Maxwell. The bride's father, Robert Langley—a man with an imposing presence—had taken the mic with a polished smile and started his speech. "Dear friends, family, allies," he began. "Tonight we celebrate more than an engagement. We're celebrating the union of two empires. I now call on my daughter and her fiancé, Grayson Maxwell, to join me." Grayson had set down his glass and walked toward his future fat

The next day, the black car pulled up in front of the imposing Maxwell mansion. Kate stared out the window, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands trembled on her lap, over the white dress that wasn't hers. Nothing she wore belonged to her. The veil, the lace, the heels. Even the perfume. All of it had been chosen for Catherine. The car door swung open, and Robert let out an impatient huff. "Get out. We don't have all day." She obeyed, barely able to walk in the high heels. As soon as her feet touched the marble entryway, a chill ran through her—not from the cold, but from the emptiness. No flowers. No guests. No music. Melinda scowled. "Where is everyone? Where are the cameras? The press?" A maid appeared at the door, her gaze fixed on the ground as she spoke. "Mr. Maxwell is waiting for you in the main study." Robert's jaw clenched, but he said nothing. They followed the maid through the quiet halls, and when they reached the study, the double doors opened

Seven Years Later… The courtroom was silent. Everyone waited for the verdict. Kate Langley stood beside her client, poised, chin high, eyes fixed on the judge. He reviewed the final documents, then spoke with a clear, steady voice. "This court rules in favor of Mrs. Florence Davies. An immediate divorce is granted, along with full custody and financial compensation. The court acknowledges the emotional abuse inflicted by Mr. Davies and hereby dissolves the legal bond." A soft murmur spread through the room. Kate allowed herself a small, satisfied smile as her client, now in tears, threw her arms around her. "Thank you… I don't know how you did it." Kate didn't answer. She simply returned the hug with quiet grace. She wore a pearl-gray pencil skirt with a fitted white blouse, heels clicking confidently against the marble floor. Her blonde hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail, revealing a flawless face—composed, elegant, and unreadable. She picked up her briefcase and

That morning, Kate dressed with surgical precision. She chose a fitted red sheath dress that hugged her figure just right. The neckline was modest, but low enough to command attention. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek, high bun, and her lips—painted the same bold red as her dress—were a promise of power. Kate Langley didn't dress for cheap seduction. She dressed like power. When she stepped out of the car in the parking lot of her firm's building, the security guard greeted her with a respectful smile. "Good morning, Ms. Langley." "Good morning, Tom," she replied with her usual calm confidence, flashing a quick smile in return. As soon as she entered the lobby, the buzz was already building. Lawyers and assistants were still talking about her latest win. "Langley! What you pulled off yesterday—brutal! You crushed Reid." "You never stop surprising us, Kate." She smiled, thanked them, and kept walking. Until Eva, her assistant, intercepted her with a tablet in ha

The impact was immediate. Grayson straightened slowly, looking at her like she'd just said something obscene. Divorce? The word echoed in his chest like someone had ripped out something he didn't even realize still belonged to him. There was no logic. No clear reason. He just knew one thing, that Kate was his wife. And that was how it was supposed to stay. But he buried that thought, the same way he buried everything that hurt. And in its place, he let the ice speak. "And why would you want a divorce?" he asked, his tone dripping with disdain. "You have no family. You have no one. I've given you everything to live like a queen." "A queen in a cage," she shot back, quietly. Grayson ignored her. "Without me, you wouldn't have a damn place to land when you fall." Kate stood abruptly, the chair scraping behind her, but her voice didn't shake. "I haven't touched a single cent of yours," she snapped, her face flushed with fury. "The only thing I've done is exist insid