"Sign the divorce papers already!"

"I only married you to fulfill my grandfather's dying wish. There's only one person I've ever truly loved in my life."

"Jiashu, please don't do this... I can't live without you."

"Then go die for all I care!"

"......"

Summer jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her chest heaving violently.

As she glanced around, she found herself in an opulent room fit for royalty. The unfamiliar decor left her stunned.

This wasn’t right!

Hadn’t she... died?

Just then, a flood of foreign memories surged into her mind.

She saw a man glaring down at a pitiful woman with pure disgust—the woman was on her knees, begging him not to abandon her.

It took Summer a long moment to fully grasp her current situation.

She had been reborn!

The original owner of this body was also named Summer—a village girl, an orphan who had never known her parents.

Abandoned by the roadside at birth, she was fortunate to be taken in by an elderly man who shared no blood relation with her.

Half a year ago, she married into the Everett family, the wealthiest household in London, transforming overnight from a country girl into the envy of all—a lady of high society.

The story of how she entered this world of privilege traces back to a year prior. By chance, she rescued an elderly man who had fallen into the water—none other than the Everett family patriarch, who suffered from epilepsy.

Old Master Sterling took an instant liking to Summer. For one, she had a delicate, charming appearance, and secondly, her features bore the auspicious signs of a woman destined to bring prosperity to her husband.

Coincidentally, the Everett Group was then facing an unprecedented financial crisis. Seizing the opportunity, the old man insisted on repaying her kindness by arranging for his grandson, Spencer Everett, to marry her.

Strangely enough, after their marriage, the teetering Everett Group miraculously revived, flourishing more than ever.

Spencer Everett became the dark horse of the business world. In no time, he shed his image as a disgraced, ridiculed second-generation heir and emerged as the hottest rising star in finance.

Yet he had always looked down on Summer, this simple country girl. Now that he had soared to success, his disdain for her only deepened.

In his eyes, Summer lacked both a prestigious family background and an impressive education—utterly unworthy of a man of his stature.

Though they had been legally married for nearly half a year, they lived like strangers, sleeping separately, without even the most basic marital intimacy.

A month ago, Old Master Sterling passed away from a heart attack. Spencer Everett's long-lost first love, Eleanor Hayes, rushed back from abroad. Eager to rekindle their romance, he wasted no time in demanding a divorce from Summer.

The truth was, Spencer Everett had only married Summer to use her.

But Summer loved him with all her heart, willing to sacrifice everything for him. She even knelt before Eleanor Hayes, begging her to let Spencer Everett go.

Eleanor Hayes merely smirked coldly and said, "In matters of love, the one who isn’t loved is the real outsider."

When Summer's heartfelt pleas failed to move Spencer Everett, she resorted to threats, vowing to take her own life if he insisted on divorce.

To her shock, Spencer Everett replied with chilling indifference, "Then go ahead and die."

Devastated, Summer swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

The cruel irony was that Spencer Everett seemed to have forgotten—Summer wasn't just a devoted wife who brought him good fortune; she was also a business prodigy.

After just two months of mentorship from the late Mr. Cheng, she had surpassed even the old man's expectations. The Everett Group's miraculous revival was entirely due to Summer's tireless efforts behind the scenes. Yet, to preserve Spencer Everett's pride, she never sought the spotlight.

Just days ago, she had pulled an all-nighter to revise his bid proposal for the Queen's Group's project.

Without Summer, the Everett Group would have been devoured by competitors long ago, and Spencer Everett would never have risen as a rising star in the business world.

The truth was, the real genius behind it all was Summer.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The sudden pounding on the door shattered the suffocating silence.

"Summer, listen carefully—threatening suicide won't change a thing. The sun will rise tomorrow, and this divorce is happening!" Spencer Everett's icy voice cut through the door.

The man outside was no longer the obscure nobody he once was.

Under his leadership, the Everett Group had flourished, and the media hailed him as a business prodigy.

In his eyes, Summer—the woman who had once been his greatest support—was now nothing but dead weight to be discarded.

After all, he believed he alone was enough to carry the Cheng name forward.

Summer was about to answer the knock at her door when she suddenly froze—

Glancing down, she realized she was only wearing a pale gray silk nightgown. The fabric was so thin it left little to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her body. There was no way she could open the door like this.

Not bad though, she thought with a faint smirk, admiring her own figure. No way she'd let that ungrateful jerk outside get an eyeful. She quickly turned and headed to the walk-in closet to change.

Inside the closet, Summer frowned at the overwhelming selection of clothes—all in monotonous shades of gray. Even her 98-year-old neighbor wouldn't be caught dead in such drab outfits.

The original owner of this body was only nineteen, an age when most girls loved dressing up, yet she'd wrapped herself up like an old woman. All because Spencer Everett liked gray—she'd molded herself into his perfect image without a second thought.

After rummaging through the closet, Summer finally found a white T-shirt and light blue jeans.

Once dressed, she stood before the mirror to examine herself. The reflection showed a stunning figure—the round-neck tee accentuated her slender neck and delicate collarbones, and when she smiled, two sweet dimples appeared.

This face bore some resemblance to her past life's appearance—similar enough to feel familiar, yet distinctly different.

The original owner, insecure due to her background, had desperately tried to appear flawless in front of Spencer Everett. She caked on thick makeup daily, with exaggerated eyeliner and garish colors that made her look years older—enough to make anyone wince.

Summer wanted to remove the heavy makeup before going downstairs, but after searching, she couldn't find any makeup remover.

Giving up, she grabbed a jacket from the closet and threw it on, descending the stairs with her face still painted in that overdone mask.

The living room was already occupied by four people.

There was Spencer Everett, his mother Ruth Harrington, his cousin Megan Thorne, and his great-uncle Arthur Croft.

The moment Summer descended the stairs, she caught Ruth Harrington shooting her a disdainful glare.

In Ruth Harrington's eyes, this country girl was nothing but a bumpkin—no amount of gold or jewelry could mask her crass nature.

Wearing such heavy makeup late at night? She looked like something straight out of a horror movie, downright unsettling.

That’s right—Ruth Harrington had never approved of Summer as a match for her son. If not for the old patriarch forcing this marriage, she would have never agreed to it in a million years.

Her son was a prodigy in finance, the cream of the crop among his peers!

And what was Summer?

A country girl who hadn’t even finished high school!

She wasn’t even fit to polish her son’s shoes!

Ruth Harrington refused to believe Summer had any business acumen whatsoever. The Everett family could survive without anyone—except, of course, this so-called wife.

That’s exactly why she supported her son divorcing Summer!

In Ruth Harrington’s mind, only someone like Eleanor Hayes—a well-bred, high-society heiress with a sterling reputation—was worthy of her precious son.

Compared to Eleanor Hayes, Summer was like dirt beneath her feet.

"Sign it." Ignoring Ruth Harrington’s contempt, Summer strode straight to Spencer Everett and tossed the divorce papers onto the table.

Spencer Everett glared at Summer's heavily made-up face, a wave of disgust rising in his stomach. He abruptly stood up and grabbed her wrist, his voice seething with anger, "What the hell are you up to now?"

Summer forcefully shook off his grip, her eyes flashing with irritation as she stared straight at him, raising her voice, "What's the big deal? It's just a divorce! I've already signed the papers!"

Divorce? Signed?

The others in the living room exchanged uneasy glances, sensing something off about her words.

In their memory, wasn't Summer the type to throw tantrums and cling desperately to avoid divorce? Why was she so compliant today?

Something wasn't right.

Summer was just a country girl—without the Everett family, wouldn't she have to slink back to her rural hometown in disgrace? Could she really bear to give it all up?

To willingly abandon her status as the young mistress of the Everett family and return to being that penniless village girl?

Even Spencer Everett was momentarily stunned.

After all, Summer had been obsessed with him to the point of madness, even threatening suicide to avoid divorce!

How could someone so devoted agree to it so easily?

There had to be a catch!

Was there something wrong with the agreement?

Spencer Everett snatched the divorce papers from the table and began scrutinizing them line by line.