She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 03

She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 03

Jason stared at me in shock. 

Then, slowly, a faint smile tugged at his lips. “Stop messing 

around.” 

“I’m not,” I said calmly. “I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time. 

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have started looking for a job.” 

The air seemed to freeze. 

The sharpness in Jason’s eyes dimmed, turning uncertain. 

After a brief pause, his voice lost some of its confidence. 

“Stella… haven’t I treated you well all these years?” he asked, 

frowning. 

“I’ve provided everything for you. You’ve never had to worry 

about money, about anything. So why do you want a 

divorce?” 

I looked straight into his eyes, and my thoughts drifted back 

to the first time I met him. 

His eyes had always been beautiful. 

Sometimes bright and warm, as if everything he looked at 

carried meaning. 

Sometimes deep and unreadable, like he was hiding 

something beneath the surface. 

When he asked me to be his girlfriend, I had been overwhelmed–caught completely off guard. 

In that moment, emotion surged through me so strongly I thought I might cry. 

But when Miranda finalized our marriage, something in him changed. 

He lost control, said nothing, and walked away. 

That night, he went out drinking and didn’t come back. 

I thought he didn’t want to marry me. 

On the day I graduated from college, I went out with friends to a karaoke bar. We stayed out past midnight, not ready to 

go home. 

I held the microphone and picked a song–one that had followed me through my entire student life, through every 

high and low. 

When I reached the chorus, the door to the private room 

opened. 

Jason walked in. 

In front of all my friends, he pulled out a ring and proposed. 

“Stella Grant… marry me.” 

Now, looking back at that push–and–pull, that uncertainty–if 

he had told me then that the Miller family had simply 

“provided for me” materially, I would never have agreed to 

marry him. 

Because it wasn’t until after the wedding, when I accidentally 

came across his private social account, that I learned the 

truth. 

There had always been someone else in his heart. 

He used that account to record everything about her. 

There were no photos, but the affection was unmistakable–it 

practically spilled off the screen. 

A bitter smile curved my lips. 

“Jason, you’re the heir to the Miller family. You run your own 

studio.” 

“You keep your wife at home and provide for her financially- do you think that’s something I should be grateful for?” 

“In these three years of marriage, how much do I matter to 

you? Do you even love me? 

We both know the answer.” 

Not long ago, his aunt’s family had come back from 

overseas. Miranda had repeatedly reminded us to show up at the family estate for dinner. 

Jason had promised me, again and again, that he would go 

with me. 

But I waited until nightfall. He never showed up. 

His mother glanced at the empty seat beside me and finally spoke, her tone sharp and cutting. 

“You married into the Miller family with nothing. You don’t bring any benefit to this family, fine.” 

“But you can’t even keep your own husband in line?” 

“What good are you as a wife?” 

Around that entire table, no one said a word for me. 

No one–except Miranda. 

Jason knew very well that his mother disliked me. 

And yet, he still chose to leave me there alone… so he could 

attend Verena’s award ceremony. 

On stage, the host asked Verena if she had anything to say. 

She smiled and said she wanted a hug from Jason. 

Jason opened his arms for her from across the stage. 

But as she walked toward him, she leaned in and kissed him. 

Right on the lips. 

The crowd erupted. 

Jason froze for a split second, his ears flushing red. 

And just like that, they confirmed their relationship to the world, while I sat in front of a screen and cried until I 

couldn’t breathe. 

Jason suddenly reached for my hand, looking at me the way 

he used to. 

“Stella, do I really need to keep saying I love you out loud?” 

“If I didn’t love you, why would I have married you?” 

I pulled my hand away. 

“Do you think we act like a married couple?” I asked quietly. 

“We don’t even function like partners.” 

“You spend ninety percent of your time on work–and most of 

that time is with Verena.” 

“Five percent sleeping.” 

“And the remaining five percent… secretly being my nominal 

husband.” 

“Ask yourself honestly–what is Verena to you?” 

He hesitated for two seconds, then answered decisively, “She 

used to be my junior schoolmate. Now she’s just an 

employee.” 

I laughed. 

“Every little thing about your ‘employee,‘ big or small, you 

treat as top priority.” 

“But when it comes to your wife–even when it crosses a line 

-it doesn’t matter.” 

“Jason Miller, is this what your version of love looks like? 

That’s… impressive.” 

“If we get divorced, you can openly support her, fight for everything she wants, and stop worrying about your marriage being exposed. Doesn’t that sound better?” 

“That’s not it, Stella,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to go public for my own sake. I have fans–and haters. I don’t want 

them bothering my family.” 

“Then give me back the job Verena took,” I shot back. “And 

have her apologize to me publicly.” 

Silence fell again. 

Looking at the way Jason suddenly went quiet, I let out the 

last bit of resistance I had left. 

“Right. You can’t do it.” 

“Have your lawyer draft the papers. As long as there’s 

nothing unreasonable, I’ll sign.” 

“I don’t agree!” His voice rose slightly. “I’m not divorcing you.” 

“Whether you agree or not,” I said calmly, “I’m moving out in 

three days.”