Go Away, My Dear Ex-Husband

In the dim light of her room, Kayla stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

The past few years played in her mind like a movie on repeat. She had been without a father for so long and now she was about to get rid of her husband.

That night, she slept better than usual, the peace almost too good to be true.

The next day, she dragged herself out of bed around noon, taking her time with everything. Then she heard it; Stephanie’s scream from outside.

"Who picked my rose field?! Aahhh!"

Kayla sighed, hearing the stomping and slowly made her way downstairs. "I had someone pick them. What’s the big deal?"

She never liked roses, not with all their thorns. And since they were Stephanie’s favorite, destroying them felt like the perfect revenge.

Stephanie stood there, stunned. "Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how much work I put into those?"

Kayla barely glanced at her, tone indifferent. "And? I don’t like them, so..."

Lionel appeared at the top of the stairs. He didn’t come back to Kayla’s room last night, so it was obvious where he had been. Kayla couldn’t bring herself to care. She was too tired of him to even look his way.

"Look, Lionel! She ruined the flowers you bought for me!" Stephanie complained, her voice high-pitched.

Lionel, already fed up with the noise, sighed. "I’ll get you new ones, okay? Better ones."

Stephanie immediately turned sour, her face falling. "No! I want those ones! Kayla, you better put them back the way they were, or else!"

Kayla smirked, clearly unfazed. "Oh yeah? What’s gonna happen?"

The challenge in her voice only made Stephanie snap even harder. "Dad! Lionel! Look at what she’s doing!"

Ferris finally walked over, his face hardening. "Kayla, that’s enough. Apologize to your sister."

"Why? It's my house. I can do whatever I want!" Kayla shot back, unfazed.

Ferris was visibly annoyed, but she didn’t care. She had never feared him and now even more so. He was a useless man who only had what he had because of her mother.

Stephanie, trying to defend her father, snapped, "How can you prove that? This house belongs to Dad!"

Ferris gave her a cold, indifferent look. "Apologize now, or you can pack your things and leave!"

Kayla almost smiled, but quickly wiped it away. This house, this family—none of it was her home anymore.

She gave him a look that could freeze ice. "No, you should be the ones to leave. This house is in my name."

Stephanie had always been too naïve to understand that Ferris had nothing. Then, Ferris shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding hers. "It’s just a house. Fine, you can have it."

He knew full well that this house didn’t belong to him.

Stephanie chimed in, "Who cares about this dump anyway? Let’s just buy a new mansion!" She gave a smug little smile.

However, Kayla tossed the will contract onto the table with a shrug. "Oh, I forgot to mention. Before Mom died, she added a clause. If you’re unfaithful or unjust, you get nothing. And guess what? You’ve done both."