The Outcast Son In Law's Wrath

The divorce papers!

The grand hall of the Carter Hotel was silent.

Every elite family in the city had turned to look at the man in the cheap white shirt standing in the center.

Liam Cole.

Twenty eight years old tall six-foot-two with broad shoulders that even a faded shirt couldn't hide. His black hair was slightly messy, his jaw sharp and stubbled, his eyes a cold, deep grey that never seemed to panic. Even when humiliated, his back was straight. Too straight for a man they called trash.

Three years ago, he married into the Carter family. The poorest son-in-law in Dragon City.

"You've made us a joke for three years, Liam," Patricia Carter snapped, her voice like a knife. Patricia was fifty, perfectly maintained with red lips and cold eyes, draped in diamonds. "Look at you. No car, no house, no job. My daughter deserves a real man."

Liam didn't answer. He was looking at his wife.

Chloe Carter who is Twenty-five, the number one beauty CEO in the city. Long black hair like silk, skin pale as snow, a perfect figure squeezed into a tight black evening gown. Her face was flawless, high cheekbones, full lips, eyes as cold as ice. Right now, those eyes were full of disappointment.

"Liam, let's end this," she said, and slid a file across the table. "Divorce agreement. Sign it. I'll give you two million for your trouble. It's more than you've ever earned."

A soft laugh came from behind her.

Ethan Blackwood stepped forward. Twenty-nine years old arrogant CEO in a tailored navy Tom Ford suit, hair slicked back, a Patek Philippe watch flashing on his wrist. The heir to Blackwood Finance. He put a possessive hand on Chloe's waist.

"Chloe is being generous," Ethan smirked, looking down at Liam. "Most men would have to pay to be kicked out. Two million to leave? Take it and go back to washing dishes and trash."

The hall erupted in quiet laughter.

Patricia added, "Ethan is investing fifty million dollars into Carter Group tomorrow. That's what a real son-in-law looks like. Not you."

Liam finally lowered his head and looked at the papers. His long fingers, scarred and calloused not the hands of a lazy man, but of a man who had worked picked up the pen.

Chloe expected tears, a beg or an argument.

Instead, Liam smiled.

A small, terrifyingly calm smile that didn't reach his grey eyes.

He signed.

One stroke.

"Liam Cole."

Then he stood up, took off the cheap watch Chloe had bought him three years ago, and placed it gently on the divorce papers.

"Keep your two million dollars " he said, his voice low and hoarse but clear enough for the whole hall to hear. "You will need it."

Ethan laughed louder. "What was that? A threat? From you?"

Chloe frowned. For a second, she thought she saw something else in Liam's face not pain, but pity. As if he was pitying her.

Liam didn't look at them again. He turned and walked towards the massive glass doors of the hotel, his faded shirt somehow looking like armor.

At the doors, he pulled out an old, cracked phone.

He dialed one number.

"Grandfather," he said quietly. "I agreed to your three year test. It's over. The Carter family chose to humiliate me."

He paused, and his grey eyes turned to ice.

"Unfreeze my name."

On the other side of the city, in a skyscraper that owned half the skyline, an old man stood up and shouted: "THE YOUNG MASTER IS RETURNING!"

And outside the Carter Hotel, the sound of helicopters began to rumble.