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"Elizabeth, I want a divorce. Please help me draft the divorce agreement. I want to leave with nothing." After five years of a hidden marriage with Damien Charleston, Amelia Heartford finally realized that he never married her for love. She decided to divorce him without telling him and prepared the divorce agreement as a gift for their fifth anniversary. Even her friend, Elizabeth Nightray, couldn't believe it. Immediately, Elizabeth asked her friend, "Amelia, have you really thought this through? Five years of marriage is not something you can just let go of so easily." Amelia lifted her head, her eyes firm, answering her friend, "I've thought about it. This marriage was a mistake from the start. I don't want to continue." A few minutes later, Elizabeth took a document from a folder and handed it to Amelia. "I understand. This is the divorce agreement drafted by Mr. Weston. He isn’t here today, so he asked me to give it to you. You just need to find a way to get your husband to sign it. Also, the prenuptial agreement must be clarified. The divorce cooling-off period is three months, so be prepared." Amelia took the document and nodded as she said, "Okay, I get it." She left Elizabeth’s office, got into a taxi and headed to Damien's company. When she opened the door to the president’s office, Damien was sitting at his desk, reviewing a document. He looked up and saw her, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Why are you late today? Just because you’re the president’s wife doesn’t mean you can be lazy and skip work." His tone was gentle, like an older brother’s, but there was no love in it. "There was a traffic jam." Amelia walked up to his desk and handed him the divorce agreement. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady as she spoke, "Mr. Charleston, I just negotiated a new deal. This is the contract. You need to sign here." Damien reached for the document and their eyes met for a brief moment. Her heart skipped a beat, afraid he would sense something was wrong. But he didn’t even look at it. He flipped to the last page and signed his name without hesitation. "Another deal? Amelia, you're impressive," he said in a relaxed tone. Watching him sign, Amelia felt a sharp pain in her chest. In five years of marriage, the only reason Damien was close to her was because she was useful to him, not because he loved her. Just then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened. His voice became gentle. "Are you hungry? I'm in the office right now. I’ll buy you something to eat later, okay?" Anyone listening would assume he was talking to his wife of five years. But Amelia knew the truth. She had loved Damien for many years. They were childhood sweethearts and grew up together. For him, Amelia gave up her own dreams, studied finance and entered his company as an assistant. Five years ago, something unexpected happened. That night, Damien had been drinking. The next morning, he told her he would take responsibility and proposed to her. Amelia had been overjoyed and agreed immediately. But soon, she learned the truth. It was that Damien he wanted a hidden marriage, a contract marriage. If either of them found someone they truly loved in the future, they would divorce. Her happiness disappeared in an instant. But she couldn’t resist the temptation of becoming his wife. She signed the agreement and helped him convince his parents. After they got married, Amelia worked hard, handling business negotiations and supporting Damien. She thought that if she proved her worth, he would finally see her differently. Not as the little girl who needed his protection, but as a strong, capable woman. But Damien remained distant. Even at night, their intimacy felt like nothing more than a routine. Later, she discovered the painful truth. The only reason Damien had slept with her that night was because he was heartbroken. The woman he truly loved, Victoria, had married someone else. Victoria Charleston was once his adoptive sister, mistakenly taken in by his family. Unfortunately, Damien couldn’t accept her marriage. He almost lost control of himself, so to calm his parents' suspicions, he hurriedly married Amelia. At first, Amelia had been devastated. But she still believed that, with time, she could win his love. Then, just a few days ago, she saw something on his phone that shattered that hope completely. Victoria had removed her name from Damien’s family registry. She was now divorcing her husband. With nowhere to go, she turned to Damien. Damien arranged everything for Victoria. He booked a hotel for her, took her out for dinner, went on walks with her and even helped with her divorce lawsuit. A month ago, Amelia had been kidnapped by a rival company. She called Damien for help, but his phone was turned off. She became really desperate. Later, Amelia received a video from an unknown number. That night, while she was locked up and begging for help, Damien had been in bed with Victoria. That was the moment Amelia decided to end this hopeless marriage. Amelia smiled bitterly to herself, turned around and walked out of Damien’s office. She then mailed the signed divorce agreement to Elizabeth and went home to pack. She sorted through her clothes, books and jewelry, placing them into boxes. But in her heart, there was no sadness, no regret. When Damien returned home, he didn’t notice anything was different at first. But after a while, he realized many things were missing. He walked up to Amelia and asked casually, "Why are you packing? Are you planning to buy new things?" Without looking up, she replied calmly, "Everything is old. It’s time for something new." He smiled. "That’s right. You’ve worked so hard for me. You should treat yourself. Buy whatever you want." Amelia didn’t respond and continued packing. That night, after taking a shower, Damien wrapped his arms around her. "Let's have a baby, shall we?" Amelia pushed him away. Her tone was cold as she responded, "I'm on my period. I don’t feel well." He frowned slightly, asking back, "Hasn't it been four days already?" Without expression, she replied, "I'm still not feeling well." This was the first time in five years that she had rejected him. Before, even if she was uncomfortable, she would always give in to him. But not anymore. From now on, Amelia would put herself first. She would learn to say no. She would no longer endure pain for a love that never existed. This marriage was over. She kept reminding herself that the divorce cooling-off period was three months. After three months, she would be free! Chapter 2 Amelia couldn't sleep the entire night. At dawn, she got up and made breakfast. This time, it was only for herself. She no longer prepared anything for Damien like before. When Damien came out of the bedroom, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. Amelia turned her head slightly, avoiding his touch. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Damien asked, noticing her change right away. Amelia lowered her head, feeling a lump in her throat. She almost couldn’t hold back her tears. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stay calm. "I'm just hungry," she said. Damien didn’t ask any further. He never cared much about the morning kiss anyway. It was always Amelia who wanted it, not him. He sat down, picked up a piece of toast and took a bite. "By the way, which company did you work with for yesterday’s deal? I don’t think I asked." Amelia remained calm. "It was the Weston Corporation. Do you want to see the contract?" Damien paused for a moment. Just when Amelia’s palms started to sweat, he suddenly smiled and ruffled her hair. "I trust you," he said casually. Amelia lowered her gaze, feeling an ache in her chest. For a long time, she had wished that Damien would care about her work, that he would take the time to guide her, ask about the risks, or offer advice. But that was only a dream. After breakfast, as they got into the car, Damien’s phone rang. It was Victoria. On the other end, her voice trembled as she sobbed, "Damien, my husband’s family is blocking the hotel entrance. They’re on their knees, refusing to let me divorce him. I… I don’t know what to do…" Damien’s expression darkened immediately. He pressed down on the accelerator, making the car lurch forward. "Don’t be scared. Stay in your room and don’t come out. I’m on my way," he reassured her. Amelia tightened her grip on her seatbelt, her face turning pale. "Damien, slow down! It’s too dangerous!" Damien seemed to remember she was there. He slammed the brakes and turned to her. "Take a taxi to the company by yourself. I have to go." Before Amelia could respond, he sped off again, running a red light in his rush to get to Victoria. Amelia stood by the side of the road, feeling like a discarded doll. She took a deep breath, flagged down a taxi and headed to the office. The entire day, she stayed busy. Amelia worked as usual, but at the same time, she slowly started letting go of her responsibilities, of her attachment to Damien and of the life she had clung to for five years. By the time it was nearly evening, Damien returned to the office. He seemed happy, as if all his worries had vanished. Meanwhile, Amelia entered his office to report work. As she stepped closer, she caught the faint scent of Victoria’s perfume on him. While flipping through the documents, Damien suddenly glanced at her empty ring finger and asked, "Why did y