"Hey... John is here. He said he wanted to take me to my new residence. I don't understand what he meant," said Fae as soon as Ren picked up her call.
Ren replied calmly as usual, "I know you now live in a shabby flat near the Old Town. I can't possibly let my wife live in the slum."
Slum?
Fae bit her lip, trying to hold back her annoyance. It was the only apartment she could afford to rent in this expensive city of Almstad, and Ren called it slum???
"I'm not your wife," was all she could say. "I said I wanted to separate from you. You don't have to take care of me anymore."
"As long as you can't serve me with the divorce papers, you are still my wife," replied Ren casually.
"Ugh ..." Fae knew she would need a lot of money to get their divorce processed in Monaco.
Should she sacrifice her savings and overtime bonuses? Then what would she and her child eat later?
Ren was too much, she thought.
