Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sense of meaninglessness. Exhausted, I muttered, "Let's get a divorce. There's no need to continue this."

Agnes' face stiffened as she spoke in disbelief, "What did you just say?"

"Let's get a divorce. There's no longer any reason for this marriage to continue."

Agnes' face darkened instantly. "You think you can divorce just because you say so? Don't forget, you were the one who pursued me relentlessly back then!"

I let out a soft "hmm," and said, "I haven't forgotten. I regret it. I should have wished you both happiness long ago."

After saying that, I turned around and went upstairs to pack my things.

Behind me, Agnes shouted angrily, "If you dare walk out, don't blame me for really abandoning you! Don't forget, you're nothing but a penniless loner now!"

My steps faltered as I suddenly remembered how she once begged me to quit my job at Toppest Law Firm and work as a minor legal consultant in her newly opened company.

At that time, I was still the eldest son of the Gray family, and she was just a poor student receiving financial aid.

My act of moving into a shabby apartment for the sake of love was even ridiculed by friends as "bravely running towards love."

Agnes also laughed, saying we were a couple bound by fate and even went to various temples to pray for a talisman of love, hoping we could meet again and fall in love in our next life.

But the talismans she prayed for were completely burned five years ago by a cigarette Milan left smoldering.

I was furious at the time, wanting to fire Milan, but she casually remarked.

"It's just some useless paper from those fraudulent guys trying to scam people for money. Nothing precious. I used to fall for that when I was younger, but not anymore."

I have asthma, so she was the one who initially forbade anyone from smoking inside the villa.

Back then, I didn't want to admit that Agnes no longer loved me, so I stubbornly stayed by her side.

But she remained indifferent, watching as the smoke made my face turn red, while she focused on protecting the fainting Milan.

Step by step, I helped her climb to the top, willingly retreating to the background, sacrificing everything, including my career, for her.

But she thought she had succeeded on her own and even tried to use that to control me.

Is this really the girl I've loved for so many years?