Chapter 1 The Preparation

Park Avenue Manor was the priciest estate in Havenshire. At this moment, in one of the villa's bedrooms, as the man's muscular body pressed down, the woman felt a soothing warmth. She licked her crimson lips, her slender fingers tightly clinging to the man's shoulders, which were bunched up by the force of his power. The pain and pleasure were heating up bit by bit, like fireworks that never stopped exploding in her mind. She whimpered, gasped, and even wanted to surrender, but was hit by the man's enduring explosive power, sinking and floating. After a stormy session, Clara dressed with composure and then turned to the man, her tone very calm. "Darling, don't forget today's schedule. We will go ahead and get the divorce done early." Matthew Garcia's handsome features flickered with an imperceptible fluctuation. "Cook first. Let's talk after breakfast." "Sure, Darling." Clara Edwards remained as indifferent as ever, her face showing no emotion. For some reason, although she readily agreed to the divorce, every time he saw her calm and untroubled appearance, Matthew felt inexplicably annoyed. Clara went to the kitchen and diligently prepared breakfast. After today, she and Matthew would end their three-year contractual marriage, so she would try her best to meet his requests. Even when Matthew came back drunk yesterday, he wanted her, and she gave in. Although she didn't understand why he wanted to sleep with her after proposing divorce, she didn't resist. After all, he was so handsome, so why not enjoy it? Clara skillfully prepared a hearty breakfast. There were sandwiches and the cream of mushroom soup she had carefully prepared. Matthew sat at the dining table, his exquisitely handsome face expressionless. He glanced around at the full table of dishes that were visually and aromatically appealing, unable to discern what emotions he felt. Clara sat down opposite him, smiling at him as usual. "Darling, if there's nothing you like, I can make something else." Upon hearing her call him Darling, Matthew's fingertips barely paused, then he picked up his spoon and took a small taste. "Have the materials for the divorce been prepared?" Matthew didn't comment on her cooking skills but went straight to the topic of the day. Clara curled her lips, as indifferent as always. "Of course, everything is ready. Today is our last meal together." Clara's demeanor was light and casual throughout as if today was not her divorce day, but a grand celebration. Matthew should have felt relieved, but at this moment, a sudden surge of anger welled up in his heart. Clearly, it was he who proposed the divorce, and she didn't make a fuss. He should have been happy, but she treated it as if it was a very ordinary matter as if these three years of marriage were not worth her attention. "About yesterday?" Matthew tried to use yesterday's matter to see her attitude again. But before he could finish, Clara interrupted wisely, "Let's just consider yesterday's thing as our farewell. I won't hold it against you. Don't worry." Matthew felt as if his heart was blocked by cotton when he heard this. He thought she would use this matter to make him delay the divorce but who knew she was more open-minded than he thought? Matthew's dark eyes concealed all emotions, his voice unusually cold. "If you have any conditions, feel free to mention them, the house, the car, or cash..." "Thanks, Darling, but none of that is needed." Clara lightly curved her bright eyes, her appearance beautiful. Under the light, her skin was almost as smooth as milk. Matthew was momentarily dazzled by her beauty, thinking that their marital relationship over the past three years was not as others said. Rumors had it that Matthew's wife was just a random person he pulled in to block family arranged marriages. Though it was true, their three years of married life were filled with daily warmth and sweetness. They always treated each other with respect. Even the lovemaking last night was no less passionate than any other couple. Upon thinking of this, the fire in Matthew's heart burned more intensely. His Adam's apple rolled a few times, barely calming his emotions. "You don't have to feel guilty. You've been married to me for three years. This is what you deserve, and you can maintain the status quo or do something else in the future." Clara was indeed the most beautiful woman Matthew had ever seen. But he always felt that besides beauty, she was useless, with no career, no ideals, and only willing to stay at home to arrange flowers and do some housework every day. Like her such a lazy and confused lady, after the divorce, he couldn't help but worry about how she would live. But he looked at her face again. Even without makeup, it was enough to make men crazy. After their divorce, there would still be a lot of men who wanted to support her. Matthew hid his strange emotions and then got up. "Let's go. See you at City Hall." Clara looked at him urging her without eating a few mouthfuls. This man was really eager to get rid of her. But a moment later, Clara picked up her mobile phone, her fingers flying on the keyboard, sending a message. [I'm getting divorced today. After the divorce, we are going to have fun.] The other side replied quickly, [Where to have fun?] [At Pegasus Racing Club, and bring my Purple Angel over?] The other side sent a shocked emoji. [Oh, come on. Forget it. You haven't touched racing for three years. What if something happens? Besides, they seem to want you to go back and inherit the position. If you are caught, you will have worked in vain for three years.] [I want to have fun and celebrate my divorce. Besides, I don't plan to hide.] [Okay, I'll bring the car to you tomorrow.] After sending the message, Clara went back to the room. When Clara was packing, she saw her doctor's license in the small iron box. A pair of delicate hands touched the photo, and she was still a green girl in the photo. Three years ago, Clara was known as the Hand of God in the industry. She had been disguised for too long, and it was time to restore her original identity.