At first, they tried to talk me out of it. But when I told them what had really happened, their faces flushed with anger.
Lucian had always assumed my family needed him — that we were clinging to him.
But this only proved that if my family had truly been in trouble, he would have stepped on us without hesitation.
The next morning, I took the signed divorce agreement and prepared to head to the Civil Affairs Bureau.
But before I could leave, my in-laws arrived — carrying wreaths and paper money, as though they had come straight from a funeral.
We ran into each other at the door.
The moment she saw me, my mother-in-law launched into a tirade.
“Sera, how could you be so foolish? Asking Lucian for a divorce? You’re just a small-time businesswoman, while our Lucian is a doctor! You’ll regret this one day.
“Your father-in-law and I talked to him all night to calm him down. We finally convinced him to give up on the divorce. Call him and apologize!”
I stared at her coldly, almost laughing.
Did they really forget how their “surgical prodigy” son got where he is today?