After leaving the company, Wen Jie went straight back to Manfia Manor instead of the villa.
For a man of his status, divorce was a complicated affair. It involved registering the divorce, dividing assets, and a whole series of follow-up matters. Moreover, with such a vast fortune at stake, disputes were inevitable.
He told himself the only reason he resisted the divorce was because he couldn't be bothered with the hassle.
That was, until the butler came in with some tea and said, "Sir, it's already midnight. You should get some rest."
A chill emanated from his eyes as he lifted his long lashes.
'Why did it sound so different when others said "Sir"...?' He couldn't even stand to hear anyone else call him that now.
That title was reserved for one person and one person only: his wife.
He glanced up at the butler and nodded. "Don't call me Sir anymore."
His tone was distant, yet polite.
The butler froze. "But... I've been calling you that for five years..."
