"Fine! We divorce, and take your three useless daughters!" Damian's voice echoed in the room, cold and heartless.

Elena stood up straight, staring at Damian without a single tear on her face. Then she nodded slowly and turned away without another word. There was no point in prolonging a conversation with a man who didn't even appreciate his own flesh and blood.

Her steps were quick up the stairs, heading straight for her children's rooms. Olivia, her eldest eight-year-old daughter, was reading a book on the bed. Katty, six, was playing with a doll, while Delya, the youngest at just three years old, slept soundly, her fingers still gripping the edge of her blanket.

"Mommy?" Olivia looked at her mother in confusion. "Why does Mommy look angry?"

Elena took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions before speaking. "Honey, we need to get out of here right now."

Katty turned her head, her eyes wide. "Leave? Where, Mom?"

"To a better place." Elena smiled softly, even though her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

Olivia frowned, but she didn't ask further. She was old enough to understand that something bad had happened.

Quickly, Elena started packing their things. She grabbed a suitcase from the closet, stuffing her children's clothes in as quickly as possible. Her hands were shaking, but she must not hesitate.

Katty helped put her favorite doll into her small bag. "Daddy's coming too, right?" she asked innocently.

Elena smiled, even though her heart felt like it had been hit by a hammer. "Daddy will catch up later, sweetie."

She couldn't tell them the truth. Not now.

As Elena held the still-sleepy Delya, the little girl rubbed her eyes and looked toward the door. "Daddy..." she mumbled weakly.

Without waiting any longer, Elena took her three daughters downstairs to the living room.

Damian still stood there, sipping his wine casually, as if nothing had happened. Mrs. Margaret and Mr. Charles sat haughtily, while Isabella stood beside Damian, smiling contentedly.

Suddenly, Delya, who had just woken up, stretched her arms towards Damian. "Daddy!" she exclaimed happily, running on her tiny feet.

Elena felt her breath catch. "Delya, darling, don't-"

But it was too late.

Delya had already reached Damian, raising her arms to be carried. However, what happened next made Elena's heart stop beating.

Damian took a step back, brushing Delya's small hand away roughly. "Don't touch me," he said coldly. "I'm not your father anymore."

The atmosphere was suddenly silent.

Delya was rooted to the spot, her eyes round with confusion. Olivia and Katty immediately ran over, pulling their sister into a hug.

"Delya!" Olivia woke up her fallen sister, looking at Damian with an angry look. "Why would Daddy say that?"

Katty burst into tears, looking at Damian with a confused face. "But Daddy is our Daddy..."

Elena could no longer contain her anger. She gripped the suitcase tightly, refraining from screaming in front of her children. "You really are an asshole, Damian."

Damian just snorted. "Take them away before I change my mind and kick you out in a worse way."

Elena clenched her fists, then took a deep breath. She had to stay strong, not for herself, but for her children.

With trembling hands, she took her three daughters by the hand and walked toward the door. Delya was still sobbing, while Olivia was trying hard to hold back her tears.

As her hand touched the doorknob, Elena paused for a moment, then looked back. "Damian, one day, you will regret this."

Damian just chuckled. "We'll see."

"Never mind, darling. She'll come back tomorrow to beg," Isabella said.

"It's true what Isabella said. Elena has nothing! How could she survive without your money, Damian!" the mother continued.

"No problem! She and her three children can stay here, but as servants!" said Damian without caring about the feelings of Elena and her three daughters.

Elena didn't say anything else. She opened the door and stepped out, leaving the house she had called home - and the man who no longer deserved to be called her husband.

Elena let out a long sigh as she looked at the small apartment that would now be home to her and her three daughters. It was a far cry from the luxurious mansion she had lived in for the past ten years.

"This is our home now?" Olivia asked quietly, her eyes sweeping the modest room.

Elena smiled, trying to look strong in front of her children. "Yes, darling. Our new home."

Katty looked at her mother in confusion. "Does Daddy not want to be our Daddy anymore?" Katty's tears flowed freely, further breaking Elena's heart.

However, Elena tried to smile in front of her three daughters.

Delya, who still didn't understand what was happening, hugged her mother's legs tightly. "I want Daddy, Mommy."

Elena squatted down, gently stroking the little one's hair. "Daddy can't be with us right now, but Mommy is always here for you, okay?"

Olivia took Elena's hand, trying to encourage her mother. "It's okay, Mom. Mommy will be both mother and father to us," Olivia said.

Elena smiled, holding back her tears. Then she stroked her daughter's hair.

Shortly afterward, after the children had rested, Elena immediately rushed to the registry office.

It didn't take long before Elena was standing in front of the registry office, the envelope containing the divorce documents in her hand. This was the first step to freeing herself from the man who had betrayed her.

When it was her turn, she handed the file to the clerk.

"Miss Elena, are you sure you want to file for divorce?" asked the female officer in front of her in a cautious tone.

Elena nodded without hesitation. "Very sure."

The officer stared at her for a few seconds before finally accepting her file. "Okay, we'll process this. You just need to get your husband's signature."

Elena smiled slightly. "Okay, thank you."

After that, Elena returned to the Lancaster mansion. No longer as Damian's wife or supplicant, but as a woman demanding justice for herself.

Upon entering the house, it was quiet. One of the servants said Damian was upstairs. Elena immediately rushed there. But as she climbed the stairs to her room—or rather, the room that used to be hers—the sound of laughter and soft sighs could be heard from inside.

Elena's heart skipped a beat. Then she opened the door roughly.

The sight she saw made her anger boil over.

Damian and Isabella were on the bed, their bodies intertwined, the man's hand caressing the woman's face tenderly.

Isabella turned her head and smiled sarcastically. "Oh, Elena. You came at an inopportune time! Your presence is very disturbing!"

Elena snorted, folding her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, Mistress Isabella, if my arrival has disturbed Madame and Sir."

Damian looked at her lazily, not at all bothered by her presence. "What are you doing here? Oh, I know; you must be begging to come back to me, right? Don't wish, Elena!"

Elena stepped closer, throwing the divorce envelope at his chest. "Don't be too confident, Mr. Damian!" Elena grinned. "Sign this."

Damian sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed casually. "Are you sure?" Damian smiled playfully at Elena.

"I have no reason to keep a jerk like you around, Mr. Damian," Elena replied quickly.

Damian took the envelope, opened it, and skimmed through it before chuckling. "You really want to end it all?"

"Isn't that what you want, Mr. Damian?"

Isabella chuckled from her bed. "You're so pathetic, Elena. To be honest, I pity you."

Elena turned to her with a sharp look. "Pity? There's no need. I just pity you for having to accept the remains of the man who was once my husband."

Isabella raised her eyebrows, as if unfazed.

Damian finally picked up the pen and signed the document. "Alright, I'll sign it!"

He then took a piece of check from the drawer and wrote a large sum of money on it. Casually, he handed the check to Elena. "Five billion. That's more than enough for you and your children, right?"

Elena stared at the check for a long time.

Then, with a quick movement, she tore the check into pieces and threw them at Damian's face.

"I don't need your money, Mr. Damian!"

Isabella laughed softly. "Oh, what an arrogant ex-wife you have, dear."

Elena looked directly at Damian. "You think the price of ten years of marriage can be paid with a piece of paper? Save your money, Mr. Damian. My three children and I don't need money from a heartless jerk like you!"

Damian squinted, his expression turning sharper. "Fine. Don't regret it, Elena."

Elena smiled coldly. "My only regret is ever loving an asshole like you."

Without waiting for a reply, Elena turned around and strode out of the room with her head held high.

The next day, in front of the registry office, Elena stood tall with her head held high. Her hands clutched tightly around her small bag, while beside her, Damian stood arrogantly.

An officer arrived carrying two divorce certificates, handing them over one by one.

“This is the divorce certificate, sir, madam. You are now officially divorced,” the officer said formally.

Elena accepted the document with a faint smile. Meanwhile, Damian only let out a long sigh, slipping the divorce certificate into his coat without looking at it again.

“You think you can survive without me?” Damian spoke in a mocking tone.

Elena turned her head, raising one eyebrow. “Of course.”

Damian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous, Elena. Without my money, you won’t survive. You shouldn’t have refused the compensation I offered.”

Elena gave a sarcastic smile. “Oh, so now you’re worried?”

Damian slowly shook his head, as if in pity. “I’m just thinking realistically. You have no one, no proper job. Do you really think the world will side with you?”

Elena let out a small laugh, then looked at the man with a gaze full of confidence. “I don’t need the world to be on my side. I just need the certainty that I can stand on my own without your money, Mr. Damian!”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Interesting. I want to see how long you can survive without my compensation.”

Elena crossed her arms over her chest. She gave no response to her ex-husband’s words.

The man chuckled again, this time more condescendingly. “And you think any man will want to be with you after this?”

Elena stifled a laugh. “And why should I care about that?”

Damian stepped closer, his voice lower but sharp. “You’re no longer attractive, Elena. You can’t take care of yourself. You’ve gained weight, you’re not as beautiful as you used to be, and most importantly, you can’t give me a son.”

Elena kept smiling, her gaze growing colder. “You’re so funny, Mr. Damian! You speak as if I still want to get your attention.”

Damian’s face hardened.

Elena continued, her voice calm but deadly, “Listen, Mr. Damian. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t need validation from a man who betrayed his marriage just because he was obsessed with having a son. You think I will cry and beg you? You’re very wrong, sir. In fact, I’m truly grateful.”

“Grateful?” Damian repeated with a mocking tone. “You’re grateful for losing everything?”

Elena laughed softly yet confidently. “I’m grateful because I’m finally free from a man who never appreciated his wife. You think I’ll be crushed? Oh no, Mr. Damian, I’m actually very happy to be free of you. All this time, you’ve been pressuring me with so many demands. I had to stay beautiful, I had to take care of myself perfectly. And you didn’t even hire a babysitter to help me with the children? You touched me just to get me pregnant again quickly, hoping for a son. When you found out the baby I was carrying was a girl, you threw me away.”

The man glared at her sharply. He didn’t care about Elena’s words.

“Enough, Elena. There’s no need to talk about this anymore! I just can’t wait to see you fail,” he muttered coldly.

Elena shrugged. “And I can’t wait to see you regret underestimating me!”

Without waiting any longer, Elena turned and walked away with steady steps.

Once outside the registry office, Elena walked calmly toward a taxi. In her heart, she had already made a big decision. It was time to return to her former self—not as Damian Lancaster’s wife, living only in the shadow of that bastard.

Quickly, she reached for her phone and dialed a contact she hadn’t called in a long time. It didn’t take long for the call to connect.

“Elena?” The voice on the other end sounded surprised.

Elena gave a small smile. “Hi, Tamara.”

There was a brief silence before a hysterical voice rang out. “OH MY GOD! ELENA! IS THIS REALLY YOU?!”

Elena laughed softly. “Of course it’s me.”

“Where have you been?! Five years with no news! I thought you had disappeared forever!”

Elena sighed. “I didn’t disappear, Tamara. I was just busy with my life as a wife and a mother.”

Tamara snorted. “What kind of marriage makes a Queen Elisabeth vanish from the fashion world just like that?! Do you know how many people have been looking for you?! You’re a legend! Everyone is still wondering where the mysterious designer went!”

Elena smiled faintly. “I’m coming back, Tamara.”

Tamara was silent for a few seconds before finally screaming, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! ELENA, ARE YOU REALLY COMING BACK?!”

Elena nodded, even though Tamara couldn’t see it. “Yes, I want to get back into business. I want to reclaim my position.”

“Oh my God… you’re not joking, are you, Elena?” Tamara’s voice was filled with excitement. “Wait a minute, are you coming back under your real name or keeping your pseudonym?”

Elena thought for a moment before answering confidently, “For now, I’ll remain Queen Elisabeth. I want the world to remember who I am before they know who I really am.”

Tamara chuckled. “I like the way you think. Alright, so what’s the plan?”

Elena leaned back against the car seat. “I want to start with a new collection. I’ve been on hiatus for five years; I need something that will make a breakthrough. I want everyone to know that Queen Elisabeth is back.”

Tamara laughed happily. “Oh, that’s amazing, Elena! You’re really going to shake the fashion world again! I can’t wait!”

Elena smiled. “I need your help, Tamara. I need the best team, I need resources, and most importantly, I want to make the world interested in me again.”

Tamara took a deep breath, sounding extremely enthusiastic. “Elena, leave everything to me. I’ll arrange everything. Just tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll contact our people.”

Elena looked straight ahead, her eyes full of determination. “I’m ready, Tamara. I’m ready to take back what’s rightfully mine.”

Tamara laughed in excitement. “Then get ready, Queen Elisabeth! The world will know you’re back!”

Elena smiled confidently. This was the beginning of everything. No more women being oppressed. No more wives being treated as useless.

Now, the world would see her standing at the top—with her own name.

“Damian! You will regret underestimating me! And I will keep the child in my womb,” Elena said to herself.