Mr. CEO, your wife's making headlines again with someone else,

As winter took hold in Shanghai, the cold was relentless, and the north wind caused the tree branches to clatter noisily. In the sprawling quiet of the Yeinan Villa, the grand mansion was enveloped in silence. The dining table was set with an array of meticulously prepared dishes, displaying clear attention to detail. A woman in a camel-colored long-sleeve sweater sat at the table, her gaze lowered, patiently waiting as the meal gradually cooled. Time slipped by unnoticed until the wall clock chimed. Selina slowly raised her head. It was now midnight. She took out her phone and opened Calvin's profile pinned at the top of her WeChat. It showed over a dozen unread messages, none replied to. Though today marked their fifth anniversary, for Selina, the marriage had felt virtually nonexistent. Calvin had never returned home on this day any year. After another half-hour, the man still hadn't come home. Standing up, Selina disposed of the meal into the trash and began clearing the table, her expression unreadable. By the time she finished, it was nearly two in the morning. Exhausted, Selina trudged upstairs, collapsed on her bed, and slowly fell asleep. She had only just drifted off when her phone rang with a distinctive ringtone. Without needing to check, she knew who it was. Half-asleep, she answered, "Honey?" Her voice was soft, uniquely gentle. "Yeah." The response was terse, colder and more distant through the phone. Selina slowly woke up, "Are you drunk?" "Just come pick me up at Tinglan Club," Calvin said bluntly and hung up without considering that it was three in the morning or how bitterly cold it was outside. In the elite circles, even Calvin believed Selina loved him deeply. Throughout their marriage, no matter his actions, Selina had always complied, never once resisting, even as his demands grew increasingly unreasonable. This time was no different. Selina stared at the now-dark phone screen, a flicker of determination in her eyes. She hastily threw on a coat over her clothes and hurried out. However, the moment she opened the door, she shivered as the cold wind cut straight through to her neck. ... Half an hour later, she arrived at the club. "Miss Selina? What took you so long? Don't keep CEO Calvin waiting! Room 306, go on in," the club manager said, his face slightly displeased as he spoke and briskly walked away. With her eyelashes still frosted, Selina remained silent. Her fair face was red from the cold, making her look even more vulnerable and submissive. She hurried to the door of room 306. Despite the club's soundproofing, laughter could still be faintly heard inside. Her fingers were numb with cold, barely moving. After a moment, they thawed enough for her to push open the door and step inside. The warm air inside revived her, and her numb fingers began to thaw. "Wow!" came a playful whistle. "Look, Calvin, who's here!" "Heh, she really came! Didn’t even change her shoes. She must've rushed over as soon as she got Calvin’s call." "But of course, everyone knows how deeply Selina loves our Calvin. She couldn’t live without him!" "That's true, but now that Candice is back, isn't it time for the cheap substitute to exit the stage?" Their blunt, unfiltered words were dismissive and disrespectful. Hearing this, Selina noticed a dark figure sitting next to Calvin. It was Candice, the one Calvin had once cherished above all. She's back? A flicker of emotion crossed Selina's eyes but vanished almost instantly. Her gaze settled on Calvin, her tone still soft, "Shall we go home?" The spectators smirked, enjoying the drama. Then, Calvin's childhood friend Luther chimed in, laughing, "Calvin, with Candice back, can we start collecting wedding gifts?" Calvin swirled his drink, his expression unreadable, and remained silent. Candice leaned closer to Calvin, her bold face blushing slightly. She glanced at Selina, her disdain softening into a barely noticeable smirk of triumph. Selina felt the scrutinizing glances but kept her head down, the warm yellow light making her seem even more gentle and vulnerable. After a while, Selina lifted her lashes, her gaze drifting to Calvin. Her eyes and nose slightly reddened by the cold, she looked pitiful yet composed as she waited patiently for his response. Calvin met her gentle gaze, pausing before a hint of disgust flickered across his face. He set down his drink, waved dismissively, and said, "Let's go." "Hey, leaving already, Calvin? Aren’t you staying for more fun? We've got another round planned, and the late-night snack is almost here. Let’s eat before we go!" Luther sounded surprised. But Calvin ignored him. Not until he and Selina had disappeared did Luther, still puzzled, turn to Candice, "What’s going on with Calvin?" Candice withdrew her gaze from the door, the dark gleam in her eyes fading. She looked up, her usual smile returning, "Calvin always considers Old Mr. Rollin’s feelings." Luther nodded in understanding. Of course. Calvin and Selina's marriage had been solely Old Mr. Rollin's decision. Without the old man's backing, Calvin would've divorced Selina long ago. But this time might be different. Everyone knew Calvin's attitude toward Candice; such a proud man, yet he'd bow his head in her presence, wouldn’t he? ... Back at home, Calvin's stomach churned with the spicy and sour flavors of the unfamiliar food; he had only drunk alcohol, and now his stomach was suffering. Selina noticed his occasional frowning and knew his stomach must be very uncomfortable. While he showered, she went to the kitchen to cook him some noodles. Twenty minutes later, Calvin sat in the dining room, his black pajama sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. He was undeniably handsome, and Selina couldn’t help but watch him. She had to admit, Calvin indeed matched her aesthetic perfectly; otherwise, she wouldn’t have loyally followed him for so many years. The room was silent, except for the sound of him eating the noodles. "Calvin, let's get divorced," Selina said softly, as casually as if commenting on the weather. Calvin froze, his brows furrowing as he looked at her calm face. Selina met his gaze, her expression and eyes soft. He doubted his ears. After a moment of stunned silence, recalling the evening's events, Calvin's lips twisted into a mock smile, his eyes darkening with contempt. "Heh, since when did you learn to play hard to get?" Calvin glared at her, impatience and coldness surging in his gaze. "I'm not joking," Selina stated. Calvin looked at her coldly, his brow filled with mockery, "Tch, Selina, it was you who agreed to a marriage of non-interference. What, can’t handle it now?" Selina remained silent, not responding. Calvin thought he had struck a nerve, his scorn intensifying. He slammed down his chopsticks and stormed upstairs. He simply didn't believe Selina would divorce him. Downstairs. Selina looked at the cooling noodles, turned, and went back to her room. She pulled out the prepared divorce agreement and placed it on the table. Dragging her suitcase, she left without a backward glance.