Divorce Me? Get on Your Knees First

At the sound of the announcement, everyone turned to look. Luther and Janet entered slowly. Their eyes swept over the chaos scattered across the floor, and Luther's face darkened instantly.

He looked up at the three of us on the stage, his gaze full of anger. I smiled to myself, thinking Wendy had dug her own grave this time. "Mr. Hudson, you came at just the right time. Wendy—"

A sharp slap landed across my face. "It's you again, you madman! Didn't I tell you to stay away from my daughter?"

The sting of the blow left me frozen in place. When I turned my head, I saw Wendy and Timothy smirking at me with unmasked mockery. They had known all along.

Two soft chuckles echoed through what was supposed to be a solemn wedding. Every eye in the room was on me, waiting to see me humiliated.

Janet pointed at me and shrilled, "All these years, Wendy has been supporting your studies, but apparently, it isn't enough for you. Marrying her? Dream on!"

Seeing my shocked expression, Luther let out a dismissive laugh. He leaned closer and whispered, "I know what you're thinking, but you'd better face reality. Your father has been dead for three years.

"Without a leader, your family will be absorbed by us sooner or later. Now, be smart and leave. After they get married, I might let you see Wendy again."

I couldn't help but laugh. Dead? Who said my father was dead?

Years ago, he had been ambushed by enemies and had been recovering abroad ever since. On the surface, the Miller family might look leaderless, but behind the scenes, Dad still had full control.

A wave of domestic media rumors had apparently convinced Luther that Dad was gone. But that was fine. I finally had a clear view of their true colors.

"You're so full of yourself, Mr. Hudson. But when it comes to my family matters, I don't think you know the full story."

Wendy's voice rang out from behind me. "So what if you're really a Miller? They're finished. If you're going to commit identity fraud, at least pick a better person."

The guests around us laughed along.

"He probably knew of the Miller family's wealth on a surface level and thought no one would call him out."

"Right? He must've heard the old news. The Millers have been struggling for years now."

"Why does anyone expect a broke nobody to know about the death of the Miller patriarch? Give me a break!"

I looked at Wendy calmly. "Remind me again—who made the Hudson family what it is today?"

She paused for a moment at my words.

Timothy stepped forward. "It wasn't like the Hudsons didn't work for it themselves. Are you saying it's all because of you? We built the major industries across the country with our blood, sweat, and tears!"

How hilarious.

Back then, the Hudson family only ran a small manufacturing company. It was only after linking up with my family that they expanded, fueled by our investments.

Now, they actually thought they had achieved all that on their own. What a bunch of ungrateful parasites.

The guests began to murmur, noticing my insistence.

"Those clothes on him… They seem really expensive, though."

"You're right. Maybe they're legit."

"It's hard to say. I mean, how could a broke student afford an outfit like that?"