At dawn, a convoy of vehicles pulled into Chad’s private villa.

Amelia and Elise stepped out with the movers, heading toward the front door.

The middle-aged butler, flanked by the household staff, greeted them with a bow. With a regretful tone, he asked, “Mrs. Weatherfield, are you truly leaving?”

Amelia gave a slight nod, her expression calm. “Thank you for all the help you and everyone here have given me over the years. But from now on, I won’t be Mrs. Weatherfield anymore.”

“Although Mr. Weatherfield may have already explained the situation to you, I still want to ask one thing: please don’t mention any of this to his parents or the rest of the Weatherfield family.”

The butler nodded solemnly. “Understood. You can count on us.”

Elise clapped her hands, gathering the movers’ attention. “I’ve handed out the lists to each team. Follow the items listed carefully. Do not move anything belonging to the Weatherfield family or the homeowner. My client has no desire for any further entanglements with them.”

Meanwhile, the butler discreetly sent a text to Chad:

Mrs. Weatherfield has arrived with a moving crew. It looks like she’s serious about the divorce.

Chad replied dismissively:

She’s just trying one last stunt, hoping to get my attention now that her tricks haven’t worked. Let her have her moment. I’m tired of this drama. I’ll head back now.

The butler pocketed his phone and observed the movers as they carried crates into the villa. The once-quiet house was suddenly alive with noise. Curious, he stepped inside and was slightly shocked by what he saw. The moving crews were folding clothes in the bedrooms, dismantling statues in the living room, and taking paintings off the walls.

In the midst of it all, the butler spotted Amelia, who was just standing there quietly, her gaze heavy with emotion as she watched her home being stripped bare. She never intervened, though. The butler sighed inwardly.

‘I hope you’re right, Mr. Weatherfield. I hope you come back before it’s too late.’

Half an hour later, a sleek black luxury car pulled up to the villa’s entrance. Chad stepped out, his brows furrowing at the movers brushing past him with boxes. “She’s gone too far,” he muttered.

Just then, Amelia emerged from the house, holding the leash of her Border Collie, Lacey. Elise walked beside her. Chad stepped in their path. Lacey wagged her tail and tried to approach him, but Amelia gently pulled her back.

Elise stepped forward, holding a stack of documents. “These are the receipts for my client’s belongings, and her bank statements, and order confirmations, including proof of purchase for Lacey. All these items are her personal property. You have no right to stop her.”

Chad’s icy gaze fixed on Amelia. “Enough with the theatrics. Call this off.”

“Chad, we’re divorced. I’m just taking back what’s mine,” Amelia said, her tone firm.

“You wouldn’t dare go through with this. If you keep going down this path, you’ll lose everything you have.”

“No, Chad,” Amelia replied, her voice calm but resolute. “Leaving you is the only way I can reclaim everything I’ve lost. You’ve never truly known me, not even once.”

“Stop it!” Chad roared. “My patience with you is gone. Don’t test my limits!”

Before Amelia could respond, Elise snapped her fingers. Suddenly, a loud boom echoed, followed by a lively tune.

Chad and Amelia turned toward the sound. At the villa’s entrance, a massive banner unfurled. It read: Happy Divorce, Amelia!

Beneath the banner, a live band had appeared, playing an upbeat song. “Free at last from wedding chains! A toast to starting new! The papers signed; the battle won! Sweet freedom waits for you!” They sang cheerfully.

In front of the band stood a group of strikingly handsome men They danced energetically to the beat, their movements smooth and captivating.

Amelia stared and was somewhat stunned. She turned to Elise, who gave her a thumbs-up and was grinning from ear to ear.

Amelia let out a laugh, feeling equally exasperated and amused. She had seen something like this years ago and even the lyrics had even been originally written by her.

Chad’s face darkened with fury. He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was drowned out by the music. Interrupting the scene would be undignified, so he could only stand there, fuming, until the performance ended.

When the band finished, the men, who were dancing in front of them, pulled out bouquets of roses as if by magic. They knelt on one knee before Amelia and said in unison, “Miss Amelia, will you be my girlfriend? I won’t make promises I can’t keep, but I swear—I’ll never cheat on you or abandon you!”

Chad’s fists clenched tightly. The pointed jab in their words was unmistakable.

Elise leaned toward Amelia, whispering, “Remember? When my boyfriend left me all those years ago, you and our friends did this exact thing for me. I’ll never forget it.”

Tears welled up in Amelia’s eyes as she smiled. “I can’t believe I came up with something so corny back then. Thank you. I love it.”

The two women embraced warmly, but their moment was interrupted by Chad’s cold voice. “Amelia, these games don’t work on me. They only make you look ridiculous.”

As Chad stormed toward the villa, he declared, “Your little scheme has failed.”

Elise muttered under her breath, “What a narcissist.”

Just then, a postal delivery guy approached. “Mr. Weatherfield?”

Chad, taken aback, stopped. The delivery guy then handed him a small package with his name on it.

After signing for it, Chad opened the box. Inside was the credit card he had given Amelia on their wedding day, along with the jewelry his mother had gifted her.

Amelia’s voice cut through the silence. “I never spent a cent of your money. Now, I owe you nothing.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and left with Elise.

Elise called out to Chad mockingly, “We’re throwing a divorce party with those handsome guys. Whoever makes Amelia happiest might just win her heart. You’re welcome to join us—bring Miss Vianna with you!”

Chad’s face darkened further. He refused to believe Amelia could afford this spectacle without exhausting everything she owned. Still, a flicker of jealousy and anger burned within him.

The butler approached quietly. “Mr. Weatherfield, perhaps you should talk to her. Maybe explain why you spent Valentine’s Day with Miss Vianna.”

Chad’s gaze remained fixed on Amelia’s retreating figure. His voice was cold. “She’s had it too easy all these years. Life will teach her a lesson. She’ll realize the value of money soon enough. When that happens, she’ll come crawling back, begging for forgiveness.”

Amelia climbed into the stretch limousine with Lacey. Elise, brimming with enthusiasm, suggested, “What do you think if we find a movie star to join the party! Or maybe we can find some handsome guys to approach that Vianna? We can definitely piss your ex-husband off!”

Amelia shook her head with a serene smile. “No need. I’m done with him. I don’t love him anymore. I couldn’t care less about his feelings. Right now, I just want to see Luna.”

Back inside the villa, Chad froze in shock.

“Is this… my house?”

The place was unrecognizable. It looked like the aftermath of a disaster. Entire floor tiles had been ripped out in some rooms. Statues, suits of armor, and vases that once adorned the space were all gone.

The walls, once lined with art, were now blank except for a few haphazardly hung portraits of the Weatherfield ancestors. Their painted eyes seemed to glare at him disapprovingly.

Chad wandered through the desolate rooms. The kitchen was empty. Chandeliers were missing. Amelia’s wardrobe and vanity were stripped bare. Even the bathtub was gone. Lacey’s dog bed had vanished. And the nursery—the room they had avoided for years—was completely empty, as if it had never existed.

The home he once found warm and inviting now felt dead. Lifeless. It mirrored their broken marriage.

Chad’s jaw tightened, and his fists clenched until his knuckles cracked. Fury consumed him as he growled through gritted teeth, “Amelia, you tore my house apart! I’ll make you pay for this!”