My Ex-Wife's Biggest Mistake

The Divorce Papers

Sunny stared at the envelope Lydia was holding out to him. For a moment, he couldn't bring himself to take it. His hands were still shaking, and the blood from the cuts on his feet had begun to stain the floor beneath him. Only a few minutes earlier, he had been rushing to open the door because he thought Lydia had returned to explain what happened at the party. Now, with Damian standing beside her, that little hope was slowly slipping away.

"What is this?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lydia's expression remained unchanged. "I told you. Open it and see for yourself."

Sunny looked at her face, hoping to find even the smallest sign that she was having second thoughts. But she simply held out the envelope, waiting for him to take it. After a brief hesitation, he reached forward and collected it, his trembling fingers brushing against hers. Lydia immediately pulled her hand away, as though even that brief contact was something she wanted to avoid.

Sunny lowered his eyes and opened the envelope. His fingers struggled with the paper inside because of how badly they were shaking, but he eventually managed to pull out the document. The moment he saw the words printed at the top, his body went still.

Divorce papers.

He stared at the document without moving. For a few seconds, the words seemed to blur before his eyes, and he had to blink several times to make sure he wasn't mistaken. He had never imagined that the day would come when Lydia would stand at their apartment door and hand him divorce papers as casually as someone returning a borrowed item.

His grip tightened around the document. "You came here to give me this?"

"Yes," Lydia replied.

Sunny slowly raised his head. His eyes moved from her to Damian, who had remained beside her with an arrogant expression on his face. Damian looked completely comfortable, as if he were standing in his own home rather than at the door of another man's apartment. That expression made Sunny's chest tighten even more.

He took a breath and looked directly at him. "You knew she was married to me, didn't you?"

Damian raised an eyebrow but didn't answer.

Sunny continued, his voice growing firmer. "You knew she had a husband, yet you stood in front of everyone at that party and kissed my wife. You did it publicly, without even trying to hide it. Did you really think that was something you could do without feeling any shame?"

Before Damian could respond, Lydia stepped in.

"That's enough, Sunny."

He turned toward her, clearly surprised by how quickly she had cut him off. Lydia adjusted her posture and looked at him with an expression that held no trace of the warmth he had grown used to seeing.

"Our court marriage was never my choice," she said. "That's why I asked you to keep it low-key and make sure nobody knew about it. I never wanted our marriage to become something public."

Sunny stared at her. "What?"

"I didn't know how you would react if I turned you down after everything you had done for my mother. You paid her medical bills when she needed help, and I couldn't bring myself to reject you after that. I didn't want you to think I was ungrateful for everything you did.

She paused briefly, but her expression remained cold.

I appreciate everything you did for us, Sunny; I really do, but you shouldn't misunderstand my gratitude. Helping my mother doesn't mean I have to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't love you, and I can't pretend otherwise. You simply cannot offer me the kind of life I want."

Sunny's lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first. He looked at Lydia as though he were seeing a completely different person standing before him. He remembered the days they had spent together, the times she had smiled at him, and the moments when he had believed they were building a future together. Now, she was telling him that their marriage had never been what he thought it was.

He lowered his eyes to the divorce papers, then slowly looked up again. "So, is it money you want?"

The question came out quietly, but the disappointment in his voice was clear. He wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. After everything she had said, he could hardly think of another reason she would throw away their marriage so easily.

Damian's expression changed immediately.

"What did you just say?" he asked, taking a step forward.

Sunny didn't even have time to look at him properly before Damian suddenly drove his foot into his abdomen.

The kick landed hard.

"Ugh!"

Sunny's body folded around the impact as he was sent crashing backward. The divorce papers slipped from his hand, and he hit the floor with a heavy thud. Pain spread through his abdomen, making it difficult for him to breathe. He instinctively pressed one hand against his stomach while the other struggled to support his weight.

Damian looked down at him with open disgust. "You really have some nerve, don't you? Who do you think you're talking to?"

Sunny tried to lift his head, but the pain forced him to pause. Damian stepped closer, looking down at him as though he were something unpleasant he had found on the floor.

"Let me make something clear to you, church rat. You and I are not even in the same league. I'm a hundred times richer than you could ever dream of becoming. My father founded Luther Corporation, and he is the richest man in this entire country. Do you have any idea what that means?"

He gave a mocking laugh and glanced at Lydia before looking back at Sunny.

"I can give her anything she wants. A luxurious house, expensive cars, jewellery, vacations, and a life you could never afford to provide. What exactly can you offer her? Look at where you live. Look at yourself. You can barely take care of your own life, yet you think you have the right to question me?"

Sunny clenched his jaw, still struggling to recover from the kick. His eyes remained fixed on Damian, but the other man seemed to enjoy having him on the floor.

"Since you're so concerned about the money you spent on her, name your price," Damian continued. "Tell me how much you paid for her mother's medical bills. I'll pay every single dime. In fact, I'll pay more than you ever spent. That way, you can stop acting like you did something special and finally understand that your little investment has come to an end."

He bent slightly, his smile widening as he looked at Sunny.

"Do you understand now? Whatever you gave her, I can replace it without even thinking twice. You should be grateful that I'm willing to pay you anything at all."

Sunny's fingers dug into the floor. The pain in his abdomen was bad enough, but hearing Damian speak about Lydia as though she were something he had purchased made his blood boil. He tried to push himself up, but his body wasn't responding as quickly as he wanted.

Damian straightened and turned toward Lydia. Without hesitation, he placed one arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

"Lydia is mine now," he said, looking down at Sunny. "You should get that into your head."

Before Sunny could say anything, Damian lowered his face and kissed Lydia right in front of him.