During a family dinner, I, Ingrid Sutherland, bring up divorce.

My husband, Samuel Ziegler, lets out a cold laugh in exasperation. "Are you mad just because I peeled a banana for Whitney two days ago? I can't believe you're still throwing a tantrum over that now! She's my sister-in-law. What's wrong if I show her a little bit more care?"

He did the same thing in my past life. Ever since his older brother, Charles Ziegler, got seriously hurt, Samuel always put me last and prioritized taking care of the supposedly weaker Whitney Lovette.

Whenever I voiced my dissatisfaction, he would criticize me while standing on an irrefutable moral high ground.

He would say, "Why can't you be more understanding and cut Whitney some slack?"

When it was Whitney's birthday, she proposed going on a skiing trip. But then, an avalanche hit us. Samuel protected her the whole time and led her down the mountain. However, he left me to die in the avalanche.

It was then I realized that Whitney was not just his sister-in-law, but also the one he loved.

When I remain silent, Samuel chuckles derisively. "You'd better not regret it."

It's like he's sure I'm just throwing a tantrum. In one fluid movement, he glides a pen across the bottom of the page, confident and composed.

But this time, I'm really giving up on him for good.

Ingrid's First-Person Point of View

"I will never regret it," I said in an unwavering voice.

The family dinner fell into a sudden, heavy silence. Samuel Ziegler's hand, which was still gripping his fork, trembled as he stared at me.

I maintained a calm, composed expression.

Then, without warning, he threw the fork aside and snatched up the divorce papers. He signed his name on it without hesitation and hurled both the papers and the pen at me.

The sharp edge of the papers sliced a thin line across my left cheek, and ink splattered across my white dress.

No one had imagined a simple dinner would take such a sour turn.

Samuel spat angrily, "See you at the courthouse tomorrow. If you don't show up, I'll have someone drag you there. Let's see if you'll really follow through with this."

He stormed out without looking back.

His sister-in-law, Whitney Lovette, instinctively moved to chase after him, but Samuel's mother, Jenna Till, slammed her palm to the table.

"Sit down," she commanded authoritatively.

Whitney argued, "But Jenna, Samuel's upset. He needs someone to comfort—"

"Even if he needs comfort, you're not the one who should be giving it!" Jenna retorted sharply, glaring at Whitney with disgust.

Whitney had grown up in the Ziegler household. Her mother had been their maid for almost 30 years. Out of respect for the woman, Jenna paid for Whitney's education and made sure she never lacked anything the Ziegler siblings had.

However, Whitney crossed a line.

When she reached the age of 18, she secretly drugged Samuel's older brother, Charles Ziegler, and slept with him.

Worried about her reputation being ruined at such a young age, Charles had no choice but to marry her. Because of that scandal, he willingly gave up his position as the family's heir and enlisted in the military.

Five years later, he returned with both legs permanently damaged. The golden child destined for greatness had found himself deep in the mud.

If Whitney had remained loyal, perhaps Jenna's opinion of her would have changed. But then she chose to set her sights on Samuel instead. Because of that, Jenna had hated her for years. She just never said it aloud in public.

Tonight was the first time Jenna dropped the act.

She said bluntly, "Whitney, Samuel may not have realized your intentions, but don't think for a second that I haven't. Even if Ingrid and Samuel divorce, don't fool yourself into thinking that you stand a chance with him."

Whitney's hands clenched into fists. Her face paled as she bit down on her lip. She shot a hostile glare at me.

I looked up and gave her a small smile. Then, I set the divorce papers aside and picked up my fork to continue eating.

I refused to have anything to do with Samuel and her little love play.

After a long moment, Whitney took a deep breath and softened her tone. "Jenna, I only care about Sammy the way a sister-in-law cares for a younger brother. There's nothing more to it. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room."

Jenna scoffed and didn't bother responding.

Whitney walked away from the table.

When dinner finally ended, I picked up the divorce papers and headed toward the door.

Jenna suddenly called out, "Ingrid."

Though I stopped, I didn't turn around.

She said, "I can tell you're serious. As Samuel's mother, maybe I should try to talk you out of it. After all, married couples usually fight and make up. But… I won't this time."

I was taken aback when I heard that. I turned around and met her gaze.

The Ziegler family was the most powerful family in Darniva. After Anthony Ziegler died, the extended family circled like wolves, waiting to take control. But Jenna held her ground alone. She was decisive, ruthless, and always put the family's interests first.

I thought she would be the first person to oppose the divorce. But to my surprise, she supported it.

She asked quietly, "What do you plan to do after you divorce Samuel?"

I thought about it seriously. The moment I came back to life, all I had wanted was to go back to the city where I grew up in, Grisdale. I wanted to leave Darniva for good and never return.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered why I should leave.

I had gotten into Darniva University at 18 and had built a thriving career in the city over the last ten years.

Why should I throw away my connections, my resources, and the reputation I had earned through my own effort just because of one man?

After a moment of silence, I said, "First, I'll cut Samuel out of all the projects he's involved in."

From that moment on, our worlds would no longer intersect.

Strictly speaking, marrying Samuel had been a step down for me.

After graduating from high school, I stepped into the business world for the first time by accompanying my father, Joseph Sutherland, to various banquets. At an auction in Vista Harbor, I met Samuel for the first time. He was there with Jenna.

His expression remained the same the entire night. He looked cold and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could catch his attention.

Samuel had the same unbothered look on his face until Jenna spent 300 million dollars to buy a collectible military knife from Dad.

A flicker of complicated emotions crossed his eyes at last. There was a jealous look in his eyes as he stared at Jenna without saying a word.

Back then, I thought the knife held some profound meaning to Jenna.

At another banquet, I found Samuel alone.

He was spacing out in the back garden, yanking a peony out by the roots and tearing its petals apart piece by piece. He seemed to be questioning the flower, but it was more like he was questioning himself.

Samuel murmured, "Why can't she love me a little more? Why is my brother the only one she sees? When he got into university, she was thrilled. But when it came to me, she wasn't impressed and even rained on my parade.

"I got into the best program at the best university. Everyone praised me. Why doesn't she see any of it?"

His back looked unbearably lonely. He even looked up at the sky and asked why he had been born at all if he was never meant to be treated with fairness.

Samuel cried quietly. At the time, I couldn't quite relate to him, so I didn't walk up to him.

I simply stayed nearby and kept him company in silence.

Dad wanted me to stay in Grisdale and attend Grisdale University, but I acted on impulse and chose Darniva instead. In the end, I enrolled in Darniva University.

Dad was surprised, but he didn't stop me.

He said to me, "Life is short. If you want something, fight for it and make it yours."

I took his advice to heart. In fact, I took the initiative to get close to Samuel and step into his life.

We met at 18, got married at 22, and stayed married for six years.

In my ten years with Samuel, I gave him everything he wanted if it was mine to give. And if he wanted something that was beyond my means, I even fought to get it for him.

I felt sorry that he had missed out on so much during his childhood.

In my previous life, he told me that his elders and relatives would go out of their way to prepare gifts for Charles, the favored son. Compared to those, Samuel's gifts were always an afterthought. They were extras that were passed to him in the end.

Only Whitney was different.

Whitney, his so-called childhood sweetheart.

She gave him candy that belonged to him alone. Even if it was expired, it was still the only precious bit of sweetness in his lonely childhood.

So, he abandoned me for her again and again.

And I kept telling myself that Whitney had filled the emotional void from his childhood. So, his kindness toward her wasn't out of love.

But I overestimated my capacity for tolerance.

When I was running a high fever, Whitney happened to sprain her ankle. Samuel chose her.

At banquets, I needed a partner, and so did Whitney. Charles couldn't attend in his condition. In the end, Samuel still chose Whitney.

On my birthdays and our anniversaries, he accepted every invitation and broke every promise.

Once, I finally asked him, "Are you my husband or hers?"

Samuel's answer was a huge disappointment to me.

He said, "Charles is injured and won't see anyone. Whitney already has it hard. Why can't you be more understanding?"

I was rendered speechless back then. My heart hurt from breaking into tiny pieces.

Samuel's friends urged me to be more understanding.

"If he liked Whitney, he wouldn't have let her marry his brother," they said.

Whitney would always pretend to mediate between us as well. She would say, "There's nothing going on between me and Sammy. We've never crossed any lines. Don't overthink it. I'm your sister-in-law—I always will be."

But wasn't emotional infidelity a form of cheating? Did it only count as cheating if it was physical?

I suffered throughout my marriage. I was constantly in despair and considered getting a divorce countless times.

But I could never go through with it. I just couldn't let go.

I couldn't give up on Samuel, the lonely boy who my heart had once gone out to.

The ten years of love I had for him ran deep.

My love persisted until that fateful day—Whitney's birthday. It lasted until the moment the avalanche struck and Samuel reached past me to grab Whitney's hand, leaving me behind on the mountain.

Samuel didn't hear my desperate cries for help.

He didn't hear me whisper, "I can't see anything."

He couldn't hear me sobbing either.

In that instant, I felt myself let go of him. Life was short. Why waste them obsessing over a hopeless cause?

I had been given a second chance at life. I would never make the same mistakes twice.

…

Jenna wanted me to think carefully. Even if I divorced Samuel, business and private matters should still be kept separate.

After six years of marriage, our interests were so tightly intertwined that separating them would be painful. It was like tearing muscle from bone.

At the moment, Samuel was the only one with a company large enough to match mine.

I smiled.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that Samuel had never been my only choice. In truth, I had chosen him because I loved him.

After leaving Ziegler Manor, I received a text from an unfamiliar number. From the looks of it, the number seemed to be from Grisdale.

The text message read, "I heard you're divorcing Samuel."

I raised an eyebrow and stared at the message for a long moment. Then, I deleted it and blocked the number. After that, I called Dad and told him to hire the best lawyer in Grisdale, Neil Colton.

The next morning, I arrived at the courthouse just as a black car pulled up.

Samuel stepped out, while Whitney remained in the passenger seat.

She lowered the window and flashed me a gentle smile before explaining, "Don't misunderstand, Ingrid. I had a fever last night. Sammy took me to the hospital so—"

I walked right past her.

Her smile vanished instantly.

Samuel's expression soured as he fumed. "Ingrid, didn't you hear Whitney talking to you? When will you stop acting so spoiled?"

I let out a soft chuckle and smirked, retorting mockingly, "Samuel, I'm honestly curious. Charles is disabled. It's not like he's dead. But you're running around taking care of his wife. Is he really okay with that? Or do you guys like threesomes?"

Samuel's face contorted with fury as his hands balled into fists.

He roared, "What the hell are you talking about? I don't like Whitney like that. She's my sister-in-law—nothing more. When will you ever stop? All this because I peeled a banana for her? Are you seriously divorcing me over that? If you're sick in the head, I'll take you to the psychiatrist—"

His sentence was cut short when I stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.

Samuel stared at me with disbelief. From his eyes, I could see that besides being bewildered, he was at a loss about how to react.

Whitney rushed out of the car to check on him immediately. She stared at the red handprint that was gradually becoming more obvious on his cheek.

Her eyes reddened as she stepped in front of him protectively. "Ingrid, how could you hit Sammy? What did he do wrong? If you're angry, take it out on me! How could you…"

Suddenly, her voice broke, and she started crying.

I sneered coldly.

Surprisingly, Samuel didn't spare Whitney a glance. Instead, he looked straight at me, his eyes showing a tangled mess of emotions.

Inside the courthouse, just as I was about to sign, Samuel suddenly grabbed my hand. His fingers were trembling faintly.

"Ingrid, are you sure you want to keep this up? You know I won't bow down to you. I'm not going to beg you to remarry me. When the 30 days are up, I won't withdraw the application."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if he was reminding me. Perhaps he was also reminding himself.

Once I signed, there would be no turning back.

He was counting on the fact that I couldn't leave him and assumed I was merely acting out to vent my anger. He was sure that underneath it all, I still loved him.

But this time…

I smiled and carefully signed my name on the document with steady strokes.

Now that I thought about it, if I hadn't come to Darniva back then and walked into his life, we wouldn't have started a relationship. So, we were simply returning to the starting point now.

A while later, when I received the receipt for the waiting period, Samuel stared daggers at me.

His glare was icy as he huffed, "Ingrid, you're the one who can't live without me. Don't come crying and beg me to take you back later."

With that, he took Whitney's hand and walked away.

I stood still, watching his figure fade in the distance.

In my heart, I said firmly, "No. That day will never come."