Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me

Seeing Mika sulking and threatening to leave, Jasmine Warren patiently asked, "Mika, if you don’t want to live here, you have to at least give me a reason."

Mika simply lowered her head, her eyes red as she bit her lip, saying nothing.

’Am I supposed to tell her that Tristan Grayson gave me this villa as a handout from *that woman*? No, I could never say something like that out loud.’

"Come on, don’t be upset. So what if someone lived here before? It’s no big deal. I live in a rental too, you know. Mika, you have no idea how much dirtier my place was originally. But now I’ve got it sparkling clean."

Hearing Jasmine’s words, Mika’s brow furrowed. ’How can she say it’s the same? If anyone else had lived here, I wouldn’t care if it was dirty. But it’s precisely because *she* lived here that I feel like this whole place is filthy.’

"You go wait downstairs. I’ll take care of the cleaning!" Seeing that Mika was still unhappy, Jasmine could only smile and push her out of the room.

"Jasmine..."

"Come on, go on downstairs."

Seeing that Jasmine was insistent on them staying, Mika sighed, took out her phone, and started browsing online for furniture, planning to redecorate the entire place.

She walked around the house, phone in hand, until she entered the study. When she saw the oil painting of a woman hanging on the wall, she froze for a moment in a daze of surprise.

The woman in the painting was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes, in particular, felt familiar, as if Mika had seen them somewhere before. Yet, she was certain she had never met this woman.

The woman had a classic oval face and a head of curly, golden-blonde hair. She was dressed in a magenta cheongsam, sitting demurely in a chair, a polite, practiced smile on her lips.

She was truly captivating—the kind of woman you could never forget after just a single glance.

’Could this woman be Maggie Monroe? No wonder Tristan Grayson is so devoted to her. No wonder he’ll never love me.’

’Probably every man in the world would fall for a woman like her.’

"Mika, I’ve already called for a couple of cleaners to come over. Later, let’s go check out the neighborhood for a supermarket to buy some cookware and—" Jasmine walked in, but her voice trailed off the moment she saw the oil painting on the wall.

Mika gave a self-deprecating smile and looked away from the painting. When she saw Jasmine’s shocked expression, she remembered that her friend was *that woman’s* doctor, so of course she’d be surprised. Feigning composure, Mika asked, "Jasmine, do you know her?"

Jasmine shot Mika an exasperated look. "What are you talking about? How could I possibly know someone on this goddess’s level?"

"You don’t?" ’How could she not know her? She’s her doctor, after all.’ 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Jasmine Warren gave Mika a strange look and retorted, "Should I?"

"I don’t know." Now Mika was starting to feel unsure herself.

’So it’s not Maggie Monroe? Does Tristan Grayson have *another* woman?’

Jasmine frowned, confused. "Mika, you’re being so weird today. You keep stopping mid-sentence."

"It’s nothing. I just think the woman in the painting is really beautiful."

"Yeah, she is. Hey, Mika, have you noticed she looks a lot like someone?"

At her words, Mika’s heart sank. "Who?" ’So she *does* know her after all...’

Jasmine Warren clapped a hand on Mika’s shoulder and teased, "Haha, you, of course!"

"Me? No way!"

"Well, maybe not exactly like you. Looking closer, she actually looks more like your brother. Especially her eyes." In Jasmine’s memory, only Archie Summers had eyes that beautiful.

Now that Jasmine mentioned it, Mika took a closer look at the painting. No wonder those eyes looked so familiar—they really did look like her brother’s. A flicker of unease made her deny it, however. "Jasmine, what are you talking about? There’s no way she looks like my brother."

"I’m not making it up! She really does look like your brother—same oval face, same eyes. Except for the eyebrows and mouth, everything else is a dead ringer."

"Jasmine, it’s been years since you’ve seen my brother. Do you even remember what he looks like? You’re just talking nonsense."

But Jasmine’s detailed description only made Mika more uneasy. Her brother had always been handsome, even as a child. Back then, people often said they couldn’t possibly be biological siblings. She had been a chubby little girl, so plump her features were barely visible, while her brother had been slender and strikingly good-looking.

She used to hate having a brother like that; everywhere they went, he just made her look ugly by comparison.

It wasn’t that she was actually ugly, but next to her brother, she felt like an absolute troll.

Later, in middle school, she finally started to slim down and her features became more defined, but she still didn’t resemble her brother...

But eventually, she did herself proud. The older she got, the more she started to resemble him. Even now, apart from their eyes, they looked quite similar...

’So, how could this woman possibly look like her brother? Jasmine has to be wrong!’

"Why are you getting so worked up? If they don’t look alike, they don’t. I was just making an offhand comment." Jasmine was a little stunned by Mika’s outburst.

"Jasmine, you need to be more careful with your words."

Jasmine had been a little annoyed, but hearing Mika’s serious tone, she couldn’t help but laugh. "Look at you. Don’t tell me the shadow of your childhood is still haunting you."

"Who says? My mom says I look more and more like my brother every day," Mika said, tilting her chin up defiantly.

"Right, right, you look more and more alike," Jasmine conceded. "But you’re still not as pretty as he is. If your brother was a woman, I’d marry him in a heartbeat!"

Mika felt a little awkward. She sized up her friend. "Jasmine, you don’t... actually like women, do you?" After all these years, Jasmine was still the same tomboy. ’Could she really be into women?’

Jasmine Warren rolled her eyes at Mika, stuffed her hands in her pockets, and said coolly, "Let’s just say I’m not ruling it out!"

At that, the corner of Mika’s mouth twitched. She suddenly felt the need to keep some distance from Jasmine.

DING-DONG—Just then, the doorbell rang.

Jasmine Warren’s lips curved into a smug smile as she strode out of the room to answer the door.

Mika just smiled helplessly. She didn’t follow, instead looking back up at the oil painting on the wall, her fine brows knitted together. She raised her phone, opened the camera app, and snapped a picture of the painting.

’Maybe I shouldn’t be so suspicious, but I just have a really bad feeling about this...’

She had just taken the photo when an incoming call lit up her screen. Seeing the caller ID, Mika was so startled she nearly dropped her phone.

She clutched her chest, took a moment to compose herself, then swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear.

"Mika, you finally answered. Do you have any idea I’ve been looking for you all night? Tell me where you are. I’ll come get you right now."

The color drained from Mika’s face. "Bro," she asked uneasily, "what are you looking for me for?"