A Divorce Make Me Rich

As soon as the little one finished speaking, fireworks burst into bloom in the distance, lighting up the night with a colorful display. The people around them all exclaimed in amazement.

Until the very last moment, four big words appeared in the sky, “Mavis, I love you,” exploding into fireworks right before her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

Anthony was standing under the fireworks. His handsome face was even more stunning against the dazzling display of colors.

Mavis felt warm inside but couldn’t help muttering under her breath, “This move is really cheesy.”

“Is it?” Anthony asked.

Mavis nodded firmly and said, “Yeah.”

But he wasn’t discouraged. “Then I’ll keep trying harder next time,” he said with a smile.

Mavis chuckled and leaned in to kiss him lightly on his lips. “Although it’s cheesy, I really like it.”

The little one watched from beside them and clapped his hands excitedly while dancing around joyfully…

The sky was ablaze with fireworks while their tent on the grassy plain felt cozy and warm.

Six months later…

Alistair turned six years old and Anthony held a birthday party for him at their old home. Amidst the invited guests were familiar relatives, friends, and members of the media.

In front of the media, he held his son’s hand while wrapping his arm around Mavis’ slender waist.

They didn’t hide their blissful and affectionate family scene, portraying a picture of happiness for everyone to see.

The camera clicked away furiously while Anthony spoke loudly for an interview, “We appreciate everyone’s attention to our marriage so far. And we’re currently stable emotionally and preparing for our second child.”

Hearing him talk about this in front of the media, Mavis blushed, giving him an accusatory glare and playfully nudging his shoulder.

The gentle gesture seemed like a display of coquettishness, but her eyes held a hint of sternness.

Anthony wisely fell silent, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The media seized upon his statement and promptly handed the microphone to the little one beside him, who was holding his hand. “Mr. Alistair, are you afraid that your mommy and daddy are going to have another baby?”

Alistair put his hands on his hips and made a little humming sound. “I amn’t afraid at all! The little baby’s the one who should be afraid. Daddy always bullies me. But when the little one arrives, I’ll have someone to bully too!”

His innocent voice drew hearty laughter from the crowd.

Night fell.

Anthony took some time to put his son to sleep, making sure he wouldn’t come running to cause a commotion. Then, he quietly returned to his own bedroom.

Mavis was leaning against the headboard, engrossed in reading a book about preparing for pregnancy. The bedside lamp cast a soft, amber glow, giving her golden hair a halo of light. Her focused expression as she read made her look exceptionally beautiful.

Anthony couldn’t resist leaning in and lightly kissing her forehead before remembering something important. “Mavis, I’ve never told you about my true identity. Are you curious?”

Mavis met his gaze and chuckled, “I’m not a very nosy person. If you want to tell me, I’ll listen carefully. If not, I won’t ask.”

She always believed that couples needed to leave some personal space and secrets for each other.

These days she had been reading a lot of books and realized that she was also at fault for many things in the past. She needed to make changes.

Anthony’s heart warmed as he spoke up first, “I’m actually just a bastard son of the Callahan family. My biological mother isn’t Caitlin but European Swye’s royal princess Cayley.”

Mavis was stunned, “So does that mean you’re actually a prince?”NôvelDrama.Org © content.

“Just a bastard son,” he laughed self-deprecatingly before continuing earnestly, “Although I haven’t lived with my mother these years, I know she loves me very much. A few days ago when I told her about my beautiful wife who is both virtuous and pretty and our smart and lovely baby boy Alistair whom we have together now; she was happy for me too! She said she wants to meet both of you!”

“Ah?” Mavis was completely bewildered.

“I plan on taking Alistair to see my mother before he starts school so he can experience what it’s like living in an authentic European castle,” Anthony continued cheerfully.

Mavis didn’t feel excited at all upon hearing this news.

Upon hearing that she would be meeting her unknown mother-in-law soon made her feel uneasy all of sudden.

The royal princess must have an extremely powerful aura.

With such an impressive mother-in-law around, Mavis felt nervous imagining how she would react or respond…

Anthony noticed the panic on her face but reassured her saying, “Don’t worry. She should like you! In fact Malcolm’s wedding anniversary with Rara is coming up soon so I’ve invited them along with us. It’s perfect timing since there were some unpleasantness between my mom and Rara previously.”

Malcolm and Lyra were going too?

If they were going, then when they met the princess it wouldn’t just be herself alone, which made things less nerve-wracking than expected…

After thinking about it for awhile, Mavis agreed, “Okay then let’s do as planned.”

Winter arrived quickly.

It marked European Swye’s first snowfall of the season…

The entire capital was covered in a thick layer of white snow, and the tall and majestic European-style castle looked even more dignified and noble as if it were draped in white veil.

In the afternoon, Malcolm, Lyra, Mavis, Anthony, and little Alistair arrived at the castle as scheduled. Molly and Spencer were facing an important stage of their studies for elementary school entrance exams so they did not come along.

“Wow! It’s so beautiful!”

Alistair was dressed like a milk-white dumpling running around in the snow with joy.

Mavis was afraid that his clothes would blend too much with the snow since he was so small that he might get lost. So she specially tied a red scarf she had knitted herself around his neck.

The butler from Duke’s Mansion greeted them at the castle gate with gentlemanly manners.

Mavis led Lyra while chatting happily ahead of everyone else.

Anthony walked side by side with Malcolm behind them silently following along.

Malcolm’s gaze fell on Lyra’s back view, “Look at this! After traveling abroad with you guys once, my wife is almost becoming Mavis’. On our twelfth anniversary, I haven’t even held my wife’s hand twice.”

Anthony looked at Mavis’ golden hair flowing behind her head while smiling slightly, “Who says it isn’t? My wife is also Rara’s.”

The two men smiled at each other both showing helpless expressions being neglected by their wives.

Little Alistair wrapped up a snowball outside of the castle among some bushes tightly holding it in his arms then quickly ran towards Anthony,

“Bang! Daddy look! The snowball exploded!”

The entire snowball landed on Anthony’s leg, staining his dark pants with snow. He stopped and turned around, using one hand to lift the back of the little one’s head and then carried him in his arms. “Behave today, or I can’t promise I won’t deal with you in front of your esteemed grandmother.”

The little one instantly calmed down and stayed obediently in his father’s embrace. With beautiful blue eyes, he looked around curiously, showing an interest in the entire castle.

Willow-like snowflakes drifted through the air.

The winter sun seemed capable of melting the ice and snow within people’s hearts.

Under Duke Mansion Butler’s guidance they entered into this grand palace which had left many unforgettable memories behind.

This would be an unforgettable trip abroad.

Thus ended this entire novel.