A black luxury car entered the gates of a cozy manor on the outskirts of the city.
"Madam, Mr. Riverdale is here," the servant announced.
Hearing it, Marina's brows furrowed. "What is he doing here?" She stood up from her chair to go outside, but before she could, Aeldric had already entered the drawing room.
"Why are you here?" she asked, clearly displeased by his presence.
"I'm here to see my wife. Can't I even do that now?" the old man asked as he walked toward her.
"No, you can't. You're not welcome here, and you know it well," the old woman replied, her voice filled with both arrogance and anger.
The woman who used to love him now saw him as an eyesore.
But Aeldric didn't back down, as usual, and said, "You're forgetting—this home was given to you by me."
"You weren't doing me a favor. I wasted my entire life on you," she retorted. "You can't make up for it even with all the Riverdale assets."
