Rebel Wife, Submissive Ex-Husband

Late at night, at the Carter family villa. Two intertwined figures moved from the balcony to the bathroom. Two hours later. After a passionate encounter, the room was still filled with a steamy heat. Celeste was exhausted, barely wanting to move, but she was happy. She reached out to embrace Mason's waist. "Mason, today is our third wedding anniversary. Your mom has been urging us to have a baby." Mason Carter got up coldly, dressing himself. "I don't like kids." Celeste's face fell, but she mustered the courage to speak. "Honey, can you stay with me tonight? I want to..." Before she could finish, Mason's phone rang. He picked it up, his expression changing at the caller ID. "Annie, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening. Celeste rarely heard Mason speak so gently, and it was to another woman. "You fell down? How careless." "Okay, I'll be right there." Mason's voice was tinged with urgency. Hanging up, he headed straight for the door, not sparing Celeste a glance. Celeste grabbed his arm. "It's so late, do you have to go out?" "Annie fell and hurt her leg. I need to check on her," Mason said flatly, already halfway out the door. Annie Winter, the sister of Mason's first love. Celeste watched the door close, suddenly laughing to herself. She had been sick with a cold, feeling unwell. During the day, she had gotten into a minor car accident while taking Mason's mother home, injuring her arm. Mason hadn't even asked about it. She wasn't just less important than Mason's first love, she wasn't even as important as her sister. Years of effort had exhausted her. She lay in bed, not knowing when she fell asleep. When Celeste woke up, it was already the next day. She didn't notice it before, but after a night's sleep, her arm hurt badly. It seemed like the muscle was injured, likely worsened by Mason's treatment the previous night. Downstairs, the table was still set with the dinner she had prepared. Mason had come back past midnight, and now it was just leftovers. The housekeeper saw Celeste heading out. "Madam, are you going out? Mr. Carter's clothes from last night haven't been washed." Celeste ignored her, calling for the driver to take her to the hospital. At the hospital, Celeste had her arm examined. The diagnosis was soft tissue contusion with a minor fracture. She was advised not to lift heavy objects for a while. After getting her medication, Celeste was about to leave when she saw a familiar car at the entrance. Sure enough, Mason got out of the car. "Mason..." Celeste started to call out but stopped when she saw him open the door for another woman, carefully helping her out. It was Annie, the woman who had called him away last night. Celeste thought Mason had come to the hospital for her, but he was there for someone else. They didn't go to the emergency room but headed straight upstairs, apparently having made an appointment. Celeste followed and looked up at the sign: Obstetrics and Gynecology. Her heart sank, feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, completely waking her up. Mason had said Annie fell and hurt her leg. Why was she at the Obstetrics and Gynecology department? There was only one explanation—Annie was pregnant. Clenching her medication, Celeste realized the truth. She took out her phone and snapped a photo of the two, gathering evidence. Mason came home close to one in the morning. As usual, Celeste was sitting in the downstairs living room. This was her habit. No matter how late it was, she wanted to wait for him. Mason walked in, frowning at the clothes he had left. "Celeste, Mom said you were supposed to deliver something to her. Why didn't you go?" "Am I your errand girl? Why should I deliver anything?" Celeste looked at him with a cold expression, feeling more clear-headed than ever. All these years, she had been Mason's personal servant, someone the Carter family could order around. He started up the stairs. "I don't have time to argue with you." "Stop!" Celeste called out, throwing a document at him. "Sign this." Mason didn't know what she was up to. When he saw the bold letters "Divorce Agreement" on the document, he was stunned. Celeste wanted a divorce?