Sir, Please Sign Here to Get a Divorce-Chapter 1: Let’s Get Divorced

"Miss Serena, Sir is back."

It was the weekend, and Serena Yardley had just returned home from the hospital when she heard the housekeeper, Mrs. Miller, speaking beside her.

Delighted, she met Mrs. Miller’s gaze and asked with a smile:

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. Sir’s in the study upstairs. He brought you a gift, too. Go on, now."

Beaming, Serena Yardley quickly changed her shoes, then took the pregnancy report she was holding back to her room and quietly hid it in her closet.

Then, she quickly pulled out one of his white dress shirts and put it on. After a glance in the mirror, she decided she looked fine and hurried to the study.

Serena didn’t knock, simply pushing the door open.

Seeing the impeccably dressed man sitting at the computer, her face broke into a radiant smile as she called out in a soft, sweet voice:

"Mister, I hear you brought me a gift?"

As the words left her mouth, she started to walk toward the man at the computer, but then she suddenly saw a woman sitting on the sofa.

Serena froze, the smile instantly vanishing from her face.

In its place was a look of confusion, her eyes locked on the woman.

The woman was dressed in fashionable clothes, her makeup immaculate.

Even while sitting, it was impossible to hide her slender, shapely figure.

She was absolutely beautiful.

An inexplicable sense of danger washed over Serena. She stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

The man at the computer was dressed in a black suit, looking composed, reserved, and devastatingly handsome. He looked at his wife, who had just burst into the study, and his eyes filled with resignation.

But he didn’t scold her. Instead, he turned to the woman sitting opposite him and said:

"This is my wife. She’s young and lacks a bit of tact, so please don’t mind her."

He then turned to Serena and said:

"Please go back to your room. I’m talking business."

Serena snapped back to reality, a bitter feeling suddenly rising in her heart.

An instant later, she spun around, shut the door, and left.

On the way back to her room, her mind was consumed by a single question. ’Who was that woman?’

’She’d known him for so many years. How could she have never known there was a woman like that in his life?’

’If they were just talking business, why bring her home?’

Feeling indignant, Serena returned to the bedroom and plopped onto the large bed. She looked down at the shirt she had specifically put on for him—his shirt—and fumed that an outsider had seen her in it.

She felt utterly humiliated. She quickly grabbed her loungewear and went to take a shower and change.

When she emerged from the bathroom, he still hadn’t come to see her. She took the pregnancy report from the closet, torn over whether she should tell him about the baby.

After all, she was still in college.

If he found out she was pregnant, would he blame her?

But, she reasoned, they were husband and wife, and she was an adult now. Pregnancy should be a normal thing, shouldn’t it?

Serena felt incredibly conflicted. She tossed and turned on the bed, her thoughts racing, but she just couldn’t make up her mind.

Hearing a noise at the door, she quickly hid the pregnancy report and sat up primly on the bed.

Ethan strode into the room.

At six-foot-two, his very presence radiated a sense of lofty, unapproachable dignity.

Seeing his young wife sitting meekly on the large bed, he walked over with a gift and handed it to her.

"A gift for you."

It was a habit of his. He brought her something back every time he traveled for business.

Just like appeasing a child.

When she was happy, he would feel happy too.

But right now, Serena had no interest in the gift.

Still, she reached out and took it.

She tilted her head back, her large, innocent eyes as clear as marbles, and looked up at the tall man before her. She asked, her voice tinged with anger:

"Who was that woman earlier? Why did you bring her to our home?"

This was the older man Serena Yardley had married right after turning twenty, a man a full ten years her senior.

He was Ethan Yardley, president of the Serene Group, and worth hundreds of billions.

He was also a visiting professor at her university.

Serena refused to believe that such an accomplished and renowned businessman would be unfaithful to her.

They hadn’t married for love, it was true.

But in the six months since the wedding, they had been as close as could be, no different from any other pair of newlyweds.

’And this was their home, the one they shared as a married couple. How could he bring a strange woman here, and take her straight into the study?’

’Did he have any regard for her at all?’

Ethan looked at his young wife, saw the displeasure on her face, and was tempted to soothe her with gentle words, just as he always did when she got upset.

But the thought of Sylvia Schuyler’s arrival reminded him that he would have to give Sylvia an answer sooner or later, and his mood to placate his wife soured.

In the end, he only said coolly, "Just a friend."

"A friend?"

Serena’s brow furrowed in disbelief.

Pouting, she pressed on.

"I’ve known you for so many years, and I’ve never seen you with a friend like that. And if she were just a friend, why would you bring her to our home?"

’They had only been married for six months, and he was already bringing another woman home without her permission.’

’Wasn’t that disrespectful, to say the least?’

’Was she really just a friend, or did he have a guilty conscience?’

Ethan had clearly run out of patience. He was on the verge of blurting out the words, "Let’s get a divorce!"