After Finding Out My Identity, He Regretted the Divorce

None of the Jones family took care of me while I was in the hospital. Some nurses took pity on me and helped me to clean myself. I also didn’t expect that some of my acquaintances who were caretakers in this hospital would lend me a hand as well.

There was no visit other than Kevin, who had come to give my phone. Of course, he didn’t come with a good intention. He made sure that I would watch every photo he sent; Andrew was being very affectionate towards Olivia.

He had returned from my room with a fuming expression because I hadn’t reacted to any of his taunting. He regarded that as boring, so as revenge, he sent tons of pictures of Andrew and Olivia.

I knew that I would feel hurt to see those photos, but I still couldn’t help myself. What kind of genuine expression Andrew would make when he was with someone he truly loved?

It took almost a week before I was allowed to be discharged from the hospital.

I didn’t expect that I would receive a wonderful welcome as soon as I dragged myself to the Jonas family’s mansion.

All my things were thrown outside.

It was as if they had planned it ahead of time and set it to the time of my return.

My clothes, books, and other belongings were scattered at the gate to the mansion.

The servants were busy bringing all my things out. Slowly, still with a weak body, I approached them.

“What are you doing?” I asked, not showing any emotion.

As soon as I finished uttering those words, they stopped. A look of horror crossed their faces, and some even looked nervous.

However, the look only lasted for a few seconds. They adjusted their emotions relatively quickly, and one servant spoke. “We are helping to move your things, Madam…”

The servant stopped as if she had just said something wrong. This time, she looked incredibly nervous as she glanced at the door repeatedly.

“What do you mean?” I shifted their attention back to me.

Before they could respond, a familiar woman walked out of the door and gave me a condescending smile. “The main mansion no longer suits you, Lily Clarke.”

It was Olivia.

I should have expected that she must have a hand in this.

“Does Andrew know about this?” My eyes flashed with contemplation.

“Is that important whether he knows or not? Andrew always gives me what I want.” Olivia raised her chin arrogantly.

I stared at her for a few seconds and then shook my head. That calm and composed reaction triggered her anger.

“Are you still trying to delude yourself that you have a place in Andrew’s life?” Sarcasm dripped from her words.

Before this, I had a hope that after the time we spent together, Andrew might hold some affection for me. The way he treated me made me realize that I was living in my delusion.

I shook my head. “You should learn to be a proper wife then. Throwing my things out with so many people witnessing it, since when a mere mistress can be so lawless?”

Olivia obviously didn’t like the word mistress. She was a mistress while I was still the legal wife. Her chest visibly heaved up and down, and she took large strides toward me. Her hand raised high, and just as it was about to land, a voice interrupted her.

“Is everything settled?”

Olivia retracted her hand back, and I watched as her expression changed like a chameleon. She was back to the soft and graceful lady as she faced Andrew.

She didn’t forget to glance at me, as if showing off that her words were true.

“What’s the meaning of this, Andrew?” My voice shook slightly.

“We are getting divorced, Lily.” He said slowly as Olivia bounced over excitedly to him, wrapping her arms around his.

I already expected this to happen, but listening to him saying this in front of so many people still brought shame to my heart.

If any passerby were to witness the present scene, they would think that I was the mistress, and he was defending Olivia, the legal wife.

“It will be improper for us to live together. So, I am giving you a villa.” Andrew spoke as though I was a poor woman in need of his charity. “You won’t be empty-handed even after I divorce you. I will give you some compensation.”

Just as simple as that, I was forced to move into one of the Jones family villas that he had given me as the divorce compensation.

That afternoon, even my life still wasn’t peaceful. What compensation villa? People from the Jones family could still access this place.

Kevin sauntered into the kitchen after he yelled my name. I was a bit surprised at seeing him, but then I should have known that it shouldn’t be a surprise.

I had a faint inkling about what Andrew had planned for me, and obviously I didn’t like it.

“Don’t you dare tattle on Grandma about this.” Kevin took an apple from the counter and munched on it.

I looked up at him, and pity flashed across my eyes.

“What?” He snarled at me, not liking my current expression.

“Is this how you are trying to stay in the Jones family? By bootlicking on your brother’s woman?”

Kevin was only adopted by the Jones family, and his situation definitely wasn’t that good there. When Andrew first married me, he also treated me very well and always defended me. Now Olivia received that treatment from him.