Your husband's mistress accused you of purposefully giving her food she was allergic to and he slapped you across your face.

That was the day you made the decision you had been considering for a while…

"Divorce?" Peter laughed, poking at your forehead like a child.

"What would you do without me. You're an orphan. Where will you go? An orphanage? A homeless shelter."

You turned away from him and started messily packing a suitcase.

"That's none of your business." You said coldly, taking out a document from your nightstand you originally wanted to show him but now it wasn't worth it, and started walking towards the kitchen. "You should focus on Eloise and the child in her belly…"

"Did you go through my phone?" He asked, a bit irritated.

"Your sister told me." You said, unbothered and sat down at the table.

"And what were you expecting?" His sister, Lila said with a smirk. "You're baron and can't give the family kids."

You just rolled your eyes and barely gave her a nudge, but she screamed liked you attacked her, causing a screaming match between you, Peter, and his mother.

So you just left.

"Wait." Martha, Peter's mother shouted, making you freeze in place. "What's is the suitcase? Did you steal-"

Before she could finish, Peter stepped her.

"It's fine, she'll be homeless soon. It's charity."

Once you were outside. You finally started crying and called your friend to pick you up.

After unpacking you got a call from Peter.

He wanted your new address so you two could finalize the divorce, but you didn't want him to find you ever again. So you offered to go to a restaurant instead.

Your friend dropped you off at the restaurant and you went to the VIP room in the back and saw your soon-to-be ex-husband sitting there with a smug look on his face.

Once you sat down he handed you a menu.

"Order whatever you want, it'll probably be your last good meal for a while." He said with a small chuckle.