My Husband's First Love, My Stepsister Returns: My Revenge

"Stop it, okay?"

Daniel frowned, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"What? You don't want a divorce either?

"Your sister thought after coming back, you would storm off in anger for her! But here you are...

"She must be so disappointing for your sister, right, Ms. Watson?"

Ivy stood there, her frail frame trembling. I stared at her with a smirk.

"Ms. Watson, are you enjoying the show?"

I bent over, signed the divorce papers, then walked straight to the door and stopped.

"Daniel, you'd better tell Ivy to stop her little games. Your long, dirty history is nothing worth showing off.

"Don't shove it in my face!"

"What are you talking about?" Daniel looked at me, confused.

"Why don't you ask your dear sister how she cracked open that secret safe and gave us all a front-row seat to your youthful love story!"

Daniel took a few quick steps forward, grabbing my arm. "Where are you going?"

His long-forgotten concern made me pause for a moment.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

He was still the same cold and proud Daniel, with only me by his side.

"Go find a man."

"Don't you dare!"

Daniel gripped my wrist tightly, his eyes burning with enough anger to consume me.

I slowly pulled my hand away from his grip, smiling as I leaned closer.

"What wouldn't I dare? Open your eyes wide and see it clearly, Daniel."