My name is Scarlett Grey. After his ninety-ninth fight with his mistress, my husband, Ethan Chase, came to me again to vent. "Why don't you go kneel and apologize to her? If you hadn't paraded our daughter in front of her, she wouldn't be mad at me." He said it with a smile, as if joking. But I knew he meant every word. The last time I refused, he threw away my cat and cut off my mother's medical bills. So I swallowed everything, just to give my daughter a complete family. Until yesterday, when he deliberately fed my daughter an allergen, causing her to go into shock in my arms. In that moment, my heart turned to ashes. Seeing my silence, Ethan assumed I was unwilling. He was just about to scold me when I handed him the divorce papers. Softly, I said, "She's already tired of seeing me kneel. If we divorce to make her happy, she'll like that much more." Ethan raised an eyebrow, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. "You're getting more sensible. Even learned how to please me." I didn't argue. I only smiled more gently. 'I simply didn't want him anymore.'  "Don't worry. Once Chloe forgives me, we'll remarry right away."