Then I packed up his clothes and had them sent back to his family home.
I asked the family lawyer to draft a divorce agreement and placed it in Christopher’s study.
And finally, I threw myself into planning his proposal ceremony.
For an entire week, Christopher never came home.
The hotel was booked. The dress was chosen. The event was arranged down to the last detail.
Every day, I sent updates to Christopher, like an obedient employee reporting to her boss.
He never replied.
But there were no angry phone calls, no complaints.
That meant one thing—he was satisfied.
Or rather, Lisa was satisfied.
That was fine.
At this point, I just wanted to leave quietly.
Seven days later, Christopher knelt on one knee, holding out a ring to Lisa.
Just as he was about to slip it onto her finger, the doors of the banquet hall burst open.
An elderly woman, her hair streaked with gray, stormed inside.
It was Christopher’s mother.
Her trembling finger pointed at Lisa, her voice echoing through the hall.
“I will not allow her to marry into the Adam Family! The only daughter-in-law of this family is Ariana!”
Christopher’s face darkened.