Chapter 2

The next morning, I was jolted awake by the shrill ring of the phone.

Groggy and bleary-eyed, I heard Connor's voice yelling hysterically in my ear.

"Brynn, what on earth are you doing? The wedding is about to start, and you want to embarrass me in front of our elders?"

Even at a time like this, all he cared about was saving face.

To maintain the appearance of this marriage, the Fengxing Corporation had invited numerous prominent media outlets.

But what did that matter to me?

"I told you yesterday that I want a divorce."

"Do you think causing a scene is amusing?" Connor persisted relentlessly.

"If you're unhappy with the wedding gift I gave you, just tell me directly instead of beating around the bush to threaten me. If you truly don't want to marry me, there are plenty of women waiting in line. Don't think you're irreplaceable. I'll give you one hour to get to the wedding venue. If you don't show up, don't ever appear in front of me again." He hung up furiously, leaving no room for me to struggle or explain.

Holding the phone, I was momentarily dazed, recalling the once ambitious young man who held my hand under the sun and gently promised, "Brynn, for the rest of my life, there's only you."

Snapping back to reality, the Connor of today only saw me as dispensable.

It was time for a more formal end to this.

I applied my makeup meticulously and arrived at the hotel where we were engaged at the appointed time.

As I stepped out of the car, a swarm of reporters rushed towards me.

"Mrs. Song, today is your big day with Mr. Song. How do you feel?"

"We've heard you two were long-time lovers. Does Mr. Song still love you as he did back then?"

I had no interest in addressing the reporters' roundabout questions because I overheard someone teasing Connor beside him, "Mr. Song, you really know how to handle your wife. One phone call, and she comes right over."

Connor, unusually smug, replied, "Women are easy to manage. As long as you don't spoil them, they know their place."

However, the moment he saw me, his gaze turned cold and distant once more.

"So you came back? Don't think being pregnant makes you untouchable. Without me, Brynn, you're nothing."

I said nothing, just stared at him blankly.

"What are you waiting for? Waiting to be the laughing stock?" Connor looked at me with disdain and gave me a hard shove.

I didn't have time to react, and in full view of everyone, I fell hard to the ground.

Pain shot through my joints, and I groaned in agony.

Connor merely glanced at me with indifference. "Stop acting. Get up and stop embarrassing yourself."

I forced a pale smile, getting up on my own. Before I could even fix my dress, I was "accidentally" knocked down by someone else.