THE DISGUSTING SON-IN-LAW WON'T TOLERATE INSULT ANYMORE

I want divorce

The door opened, and Vincent stepped out, smirking as he held out a hand.

Then Elena emerged.

From the passenger seat.

She was actually with him...

Karvel’s chest constricted, as if the air had been sucked out of his lungs. 

She looked flawless, of course—always had. But as she stepped out of that car next to Vincent, it wasn’t beauty Karvel saw. It was betrayal, a cold, hard slap in the face.

The last flicker of hope inside him, that tiny spark of belief in their marriage, died a swift and painful death.​

Patricia’s laughter rang in his ears, sharp and triumphant.

“See? Told you,” she said, nudging Robert. “Now let’s go greet our real son-in-law. And you—” She shot Karvel a final, withering look. “—stay out of the way. Your chapter’s closed.”

Her parents rushed toward Vincent like bees to honey.

“Mr. Langford! You made it!” Patricia beamed, her hands clasped together in adoration.​

“So honored!” Robert chimed in, grabbing Vincent’s hand with a sweaty grip. “You showing up brings glory to the entire family.”

Vincent adjusted his cufflinks like a show poodle waiting for applause. “Of course. Anything for Elena.” He smiled sideways at Elena.

“Elena,” Karvel called, his voice low but firm. It took every ounce of his strength to keep the tremor out of his voice. “Why were you with him?”​

Elena turned, ignoring his question, eyes narrowing as they landed on his torn shirt and bruised face.

“What happened to you? You look like you got in a fight with a lawnmower.”

“Answer the question,” Karvel said, clenching his fists.

“I was working,” she snapped. “You think I have time to sit around and bark at the moon like you?”

“Working?” he repeated, voice cold. “At the hotel?”

Her eyes flicked away. “Don’t be a child. Do I have to report to you where I’m dealing with my business? I’ve got a dozen meetings a day. Sorry I don’t live in the back alley like you!”

Vincent sauntered over, slinging an arm around Elena’s shoulders. She stiffened, but didn’t pull away—a detail that skewered Karvel.

 “Jealous, mutt? She’s got better things to do than nurse your ego.”Vincent chuckled.

Patricia cackled. “Face it, Karvel. She’s moving up. You’re just dead weight.”

Karvel stared at Elena, gave a bitter smile. 

So this is what it’s come to. I’m a stray to them. A mutt chasing a master who never wanted him.

There was no need for him to hold on any longer. It was time to set them both free.

“I need to talk to you,” Taking a deep breath, he finally said to Elena.

She frowned. “Now? The banquet is starting.”

“It won’t take long.”

She followed him grudgingly to the side garden, heels clicking like a countdown. “Make it quick. Grandma doesn’t like latecomers, and neither do I.”

He let out a bitter laugh. In her eyes, he had never truly mattered—he had only ever been a waste of her precious time.

Throughout their years of marriage, though she had never shown him warmth, she had also never spoken to him with the cruelty her parents did. Sometimes, she even stepped in to defend him when they humiliated him.

He thought…

But now, it was clear—it had all been wishful thinking on his part.

Maybe to her, he was nothing more than a pitiful man clinging to scraps of affection she handed out from time to time. And he, foolishly, had cherished those scraps as if they were love.

How laughable.

Now, it was time to end it.

He turned to her, face calm despite the storm in his chest.

“I want a divorce.”His voice was hoarse.

Elena blinked.

“…What?”

“I said I want a divorce.”