After the Son-in-law Divorced, His Ex-wife's Family Regretted it

My words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the Robertsons stunned.

After a moment of shock, they quickly burst to scornful laughter.

George laughed so hard that he spilled his tea, saying, “That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard today, Ethan. Without us, you’re nothing but a worthless nobody, and you dare to talk about divorce?”

Margaret sneered, her eyes narrowing as she looked me up and down. “You must be joking. Who do you think you are? If there’s going to be a divorce, it will be our family divorcing you!”

I was done tolerating the Robertsons’ insults. “I’ll give you one last chance – have Henry apologize to Luna, or the humiliation you’ve inflicted on us today will be repaid a hundredfold in the future!”

Stella responded by raising her hand to slap me again. “How dare you! You’re nothing but a piece of shit, and you dare to disrespect us?”

This time, I didn’t hold back. I blocked her hand with a swift motion.

Sofia stood up, supporting her sister, and glared at me in fury. “Ethan! I was going to be generous and give you some money, but you’ve gone too far! You won’t get a cent from our family! If we divorce, you’ll leave with nothing!”

A servant promptly brought out a divorce agreement, clearly indicating that the Robertsons had planned this all along.

Without hesitation, I took the pen and prepared to sign the divorce papers.

However, Sofia snatched the agreement back. “Ethan, I’ll give you one more chance. If you apologize to us, I’ll plead for you to stay.”

I couldn’t comprehend the struggle in Sofia’s expression. If she truly cared about me and our daughter, how could she have allowed us to endure years of mistreatment from this family?

Or was this just another ploy, a way to give me false hope so she could humiliate me once more?

I pushed these thoughts aside and took the divorce papers from her hand, signing my name decisively.

Sofia, fuming, swung her hand to slap me, but I stepped back just in time. “Ethan, after everything, you’re still so heartless! Anyone else would have softened by now, but not you! Get out of this house, and don’t you dare take a single thing with you!”

I couldn’t understand Sofia’s words. She spoke as if she had given me so much, but aside from giving birth to my daughter, all she had brought me was pain.

The debt I owed Sofia for giving me Luna had been repaid in full over the past eight years, as I worked like a servant and became the laughingstock of Savannah.

I owed them nothing.

I picked up my daughter and walked out of the Robertson mansion under the scornful gazes of their servants.

Despite her fear, Luna clung to me and walked away firmly from the Robertson family.

“Daddy, where will we go now?” Luna asked, her voice trembling.

I patted her head gently to reassure her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy is taking you to meet our real family.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had saved three days ago. “Is this Lucy Thompson? Please inform Grandpa that I’ve cut ties with the Robertsons. It’s time to come and bring us back to the Pritchard family.”