The untouchable Mark was cooking for love, making everyone jealous.

I saved all of them and turned off my phone.

After packing a few things, I checked into a hotel.

I took a hot bath. My cold body slowly warmed up.

I asked for a few days off from work. When I felt better, I went back to the office.

My mom kept calling, asking if I had made up with Mark.

I told her I wouldn’t be with Mark again.

She cried until I was annoyed, so I stopped answering her calls.

When I got to the office, everyone stared at me strangely.

My coworker, Kelly, pulled me to my desk. I noticed that all the websites were exploding.

She grabbed my hand, surprised and envious. “I can’t believe a rich woman was right next to me! I thought Brittany was Mrs. Mark, but it’s you, Ashley.”

I laughed awkwardly and scanned the headlines.

Someone had filmed the wedding and posted it online.

It was a melodramatic story about a rich man's mistress trying to destroy his marriage.

Mark's wedding behavior affected his company.

In the past, I would have rushed to help Mark deal with the scandal, but since I had decided to get a divorce, I didn’t care anymore.

After work, Mark was waiting at the office.

I turned to avoid him.

But he caught up and forced me into his car.

“Are you still mad? Can’t you tell which is more important, a wedding or a life?”

“You’re not a kid anymore. Stop threatening divorce and running away. Are you not embarrassed?”

“Okay, you always wanted to go to that rooftop restaurant north of town, right? Let’s go now.”

Mark threw a gift box at me from the glove compartment.

Inside was a diamond ring.

It looked more expensive than the one from the wedding.

Mark looked at me like, “You should be happy now.” “Brittany’s heart isn’t good. She has the old ring so that she can have it. You can have this one because it's better. Don't let's be petty.”

I held the ring. The price tag of $999,999 was still on it.

He probably bought it from a jewelry store at the last minute.

When I was sad, he would cook for me, patiently watch movies with me, and take me shopping, picking out the perfect gift.

Now he was like his family, putting a price on my feelings and expecting me to be grateful.

I put the ring back in the glove compartment and shook my head. “It’s too expensive. Give it to Brittany.”

"Also, I'm not making a scene. Since you and Brittany can't let each other go, I'll give her the title of Mrs. Mark. We’ll get divorced when we have time."

Before the wedding, Mark and I had already gotten our marriage license.

We needed to officially divorce.

I had overheard him and Brittany with their friends, and someone asked why he, Mr. Mark, liked a normal woman like me.

He put the peeled grapes into Brittany’s mouth and said, “I don’t know, but Ashley has been with me for ten years and is now pregnant. I felt so bad for her.

Our marriage was pity from him.

But it was love and sincerity from me.

Now that I didn’t love him, I didn’t want his title.

I thought he would be happy that I was making him and Brittany happy.

But he got mad and slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

"Ashley! Is this supposed to be a joke? You've been sucking up to my parents and trying to get pregnant with my kid. Are you just to be Mrs. Mark? Are you going to be a clown now?"

“The wedding didn’t go well, so I’ll do it again, right?! Who’s to blame? I agreed to marry you, but I asked Brittany to marry me as well. You couldn’t take it."