He Divorced Me for Better—Now No One Wants Him

On New Year's Day, Derek MillsLeon Farley's childhood friendgot married for the third time. Amidst the clinking glasses and festive cheers, I overheard their conversation.

Leon, listen to me. Men are like fine wine; we only get better with age. Why are you still wasting your time on Evelyn Henson? She's dead weight.

Derek leaned in, his voice dripping with sleazy confidence. "Look at me. My last wife owned a beauty salon. This one? An heiress from the capital circle, ten years younger than me. That's the trajectory, buddy. Always trade up."

Leon fell silent. He didn't say a single word in my defense.

That night, the silence transformed into action.

While Leon was in the shower, his phone lit up. I saw the search history: Top divorce attorneys near me. Worse, there were messages to Derek, asking him to keep an eye out for "better prospects."

A chill seized my bones. It wasn't just sadnessit was a physical blow to the chest.

Leon Farley, I thought, staring at the glowing screen. Since you believe marriage is a ladder to climb, I'll let you fall off it.

The blow landed during the New Year celebration with the extended Farley family. The table was laden with food, the air thick with laughteruntil Leon produced a document and slapped it onto the table.

The divorce agreement.

"Evelyn, let's get divorced."

His face was a mask of indifference, his tone flat. No hesitation. He'd made up his mind long before this moment.

The room went deathly silent. Jaws dropped. The Farley relatives looked between us in disbelief. To them, Leon and I were the golden couplethe standard against which the younger generation measured their relationships.

Five years of marriage. Zero public arguments.

No one expected us to end. Let alone like this.

"Leon!"

My mother-in-law broke the silence first. "Why are you divorcing for no reason? Is it Evelyn? Did this drama queen bully you?"

She grabbed Leon's hand, coddling him like a child, then snapped her head toward me. Her eyes narrowed into slits. "What are you standing there for? Apologize! A woman's job is to respect her husband's authoritydo I still need to teach you that?"

My father-in-law chimed in, his voice booming. "To force Leon to this point, you must have committed an unforgivable sin. If you don't give us a proper explanation today, don't think you're walking out that door!"

The rest of the Farley clan nodded in unison, a chorus of blind loyalty.

"Evelyn, you're sick in the head! My cousin is the gentlest man alivewhat could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

"People used to say you were sensible and emotionally stable. Turns out, you're just a ticking time bomb."

"Hypocrite! You fake virtue while abusing him behind closed doors!"

Their gazes were heavy with contempt, their words sharp enough to draw blood.

I almost laughed. The reality was the mirror image of their accusations.

On the surface, Leon Farley appeared gentle. In private, he was a volatile mess.

When his mood was high, he smothered me with suffocating passion. When it crashed, it was hell. If he woke up with insomnia, he wouldn't let me sleep eithershaking me awake, sometimes sinking his teeth into my shoulder like a petulant child, anything to drag me into his misery.

If he couldn't buy a limited-edition figurine he wanted, he threw tantrums. Smashed my phone against the wall. Locked me out of the bedroom.

Of course, the apologies always followed. I'm sorry, Evie. I didn't mean it.

I loved him. So I compromised. Swallowed my pride, hid the bruises, and sculpted him into the "good husband" the world saw.

I just never expected that five years of devotion couldn't compete with one sentence from Derek Mills.

I took a deep breath, smoothing the fabric of my dress. "We don't have a conflict," I said, my voice steady. "He simply thinks I'm no longer worthy of him."

The room went quiet again. All eyes shifted to Leon, waiting for him to deny it.

"That's right."

Leon didn't hesitate. He nodded, his expression smug. "Derek's right. Men should marry better and better as they age."

He began counting on his fingers, ticking off Derek's conquests. "First, Derek married a salesperson. Second, a salon ownerswapping cheap jewelry for gold. Now? An heiress from the capital, enjoying endless wealth and glory. And she's a decade younger."

Leon lifted his chin, eyes gleaming with delusional confidence. "If he can do it, I definitely can too."

The sheer audacity stunned everyone into silence.

I watched him, a bitter smile touching my lips.

Good luck with that, Leon.

Perhaps Leon never loved me at all. From the start, he only wanted my kindness and my money.

To him and his best friend Derek, my looks were painfully ordinary. In their eyes, being allowed to stand beside Leon was a heavenly blessinga privilege I should've been grateful for.

It didn't matter that I treated him with unwavering devotion.

It didn't matter that I agreed to remain childless, sacrificing my own desires for his freedom.

None of it mattered.

My mother-in-law shattered the silence, slapping her thigh. "Why are you standing there like a statue? Admit your mistake and beg him to stay! Buy him that luxury watch. Get him those expensive collectibles. You know my son loves those things."

She glared at me, face twisted with accusation. "You must have done something terrible to anger Leon! Otherwise, he wouldn't be saying such outrageous things!"

A bitter taste rose in my throat.

Leon had made his intentions clear. He wanted out. Yet his parents still pinned the blame on me, demanding I grovel for forgiveness. They didn't leave me a shred of dignity.

Seeing me motionless, my father-in-law nudged my leg with his kneea subtle hint to kneel.

"Evelyn," he said, tone dripping with condescension. "You're a woman. Swallowing grievances is part of life. Keeping the marriage intact is what matters."

He leaned back, crossing his arms. "A husband like my songentle, handsome, successfulis one in a million. You won't find another man like him. If you don't win him back today, you'll have nowhere to cry when regret hits."

The relatives joined the chorus.

"Hurry up! Apologize before my cousin gets serious!"

"Marrying into the Farley family was a blessing cultivated over three lifetimes. Your ancestors must have been watching over youyet here you are, too proud to coax him back."

"Stop being dramatic. Even if it's not your fault, admit it. That's how marriage works!"

Not a single person spoke in my defense. Every voice demanded my submission.

And for what? Because of Leon's face? His inflated ego? Because he was bored with the stability I provided?

The questions swirled, then clarified into cold resolve. I stood slowly, smoothing my skirt. I met Leon's eyes, my gaze steady.

"I agree to the divorce," I said, enunciating each word. "From this moment, the bond between us is severed. We have nothing to do with each other."

My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise like a blade. The room fell silent. Even Leon froze, surprise flickering across his faceas if he hadn't expected me to let go so easily.

Before anyone recovered, I picked up the divorce agreement and signed my name with a flourish.

"Are you crazy?"

My in-laws surged to their feet, faces flushing red.

"Evelyn Henson!" my mother-in-law shrieked. "Are you out of your mind? Leon mentions divorce in a fit of anger, and you actually sign? Do you have no sense?"

"Tear it up!" my father-in-law commanded. "Kneel down, apologize, and list your mistakes until he forgives you!"

Absurd. Leon demanded the divorce, yet they didn't dare question him. The fault could only ever lie with me.

Like father, like son. Arrogance was woven into their DNA.

Leon, seemingly afraid I might listen and tear up the papers, lunged forward and snatched the document from my hands.

"Let's go," he said coldly, checking his watch. "City Hall. If we're late, the clerks will be off work."

He was so impatient to be rid of me.

A chill settled over my heart. My sincerity, my five years of youth and devotionI had fed it all to wolves.

I turned and followed Leon toward the door.

My father-in-law grabbed my arm in a vice grip. "Evelyn Henson! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

His mask of wisdom slipped, revealing the greed underneath. "You're a woman in your thirties. Divorce my son, and you're damaged goods. Even stray dogs won't want you!"

He tightened his grip. "Kneel down, and I'll put in a good word. And if that's not enoughhand over your parents' pension cards. That might make my son feel more at ease."

He paused, adding the final insult. "Oh, and that old house your parents live in? The deed should be transferred to Leon's name. As compensation."

My father-in-law had hinted at this before, but today he finally said it out loud. He was shamelessly gunning for my parents' retirement home and their pension.

There really was no one quite like him. The audacity was breathtaking.

If I agreed to this, how could I ever face my parents again? Would I even deserve to be called their daughter?

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, and brushed his grasping hand away.

"It's not written in stone that no one else will want me," I said, my voice steady despite the trembling in my chest.

I threw out that single sentence, turned, and walked away without looking back.

Behind me, the curses of my in-laws erupted like a breached dam.

"You ungrateful wretch! Selfish to the bone!" my mother-in-law shrieked. "We just asked for a pension and a house! Is that so hard? No wonder my son divorced you!"

"My son being with you was like a fresh rose stuck in manure!" my father-in-law bellowed.

"Exactly! Good riddance!"

"Just you wait! My son is going to marry up. He'll climb higher and higher while you rot in the dirt!"

The rest of the Farley relatives joined in, hurling vicious insults at my retreating back. They called me trash. Said I didn't know when to be satisfied. Mocked me for having neither beauty nor fortune to my name.

Laughable. Over the past few years, I had helped every single one of them. Lent them money I knew I'd never see again.

I had treated my in-laws like my own flesh and blood. Bought them the best food, the finest wines, new clothes for every holiday. Never missed a single occasion.

When they were hospitalized after a car accident, Leon was away on business. Didn't have time for them. It was my parents and I who sat by their bedsides, emptying bedpans and feeding them for a month.

I had naively thought that five years of diligence and genuine care would eventually earn their respect.

I was wrong.

It wasn't just Leon who looked down on me. The entire Farley family believed, deep in their rotten hearts, that I had married up. They thought I should be grateful just to breathe the same air as their son.

No matter how much I sacrificed, it would never be enough.

We sat in the car, heading toward the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the divorce. The silence was thick until Leon broke it.

He turned, a mocking glint in his eyes. "What did you mean back there? That line about how it's not necessarily true that no one wants you?"

He sneered. "Do you actually think you can land a wealthy, high-class man? Or are you delusional enough to think you can find someone better than me?"

Before I could answer, Leon threw his head back and laugheda harsh, cruel sound.

"Evelyn, stop dreaming. Aside from providing a little emotional support, what do you actually bring to the table?"

His gaze turned cold. "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth now. All that 'goodness' you gave me? I got sick of it a long time ago. It was suffocating."

I sat frozen. Even in the final moments, he felt the need to twist the knife.

I remembered the day we got married. Leon had held my hands, his eyes shining with what I thought was love. In the whole world, only you are genuinely good to me, he'd said. Everyone else has ulterior motives. I love you, and I'll never get tired of you.

And now?

His mistress hadn't even officially appeared yet, and he was already rewriting our history.

We got the certificate. It was done.

When we returned to the house to pack his things, the first thing Leon did was rip our wedding photos off the wall. He smashed the frames, glass shattering across the floor, then tossed the prints into a metal bin to burn them.

"Evelyn."

His voice was sharp, commanding.

"Delete everything about me. I don't want to leave any bad traces behind."

He spoke to me like I was an employee he was firing.

I stood there in a daze. The man in front of me was a stranger.

"Okay."

I nodded, pulled out my phone, and deleted Leon from WeChat and my contact list. Then I went to the gallery. Selected every photo of usfive years of memoriesand hit delete.

Watching the storage bar clear, I froze for a second. Then a strange sensation washed over me. As if a heavy stone had been lifted from my chest. I let out a long, shaky sigh of relief.

Leon snatched my phone and scrolled through it, checking to make sure I hadn't hidden anything. Only when he was satisfied did he grab the handle of his suitcase and walk out.

But at the door, he stopped.

"Evelyn."

He called my name softly this time.

I looked up, meeting his gaze. Despite my resolve, a sudden wave of grievance stung my nose, and tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

"People have to look out for themselves," he said, his tone dripping with condescending pity. "Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. You just weren't exciting enough. Weren't outstanding enough to keep me."

With that, Leon turned and walked away. He didn't look back.

I listened to his retreating footsteps. Light. Bouncy.

He was practically vibrating with excitement.

As he walked down the hall, I heard him dialing a number, eager to summon his connection to the Beijing elitehis ticket to the life he thought he deserved.

Downstairs, the staging was impeccable.

Derek Mills had been waiting a while, leaning against a luxury car worth millions. Beside him stood a woman with voluminous curls and lips painted a striking crimson.

She dripped with wealtha diamond necklace at her collarbone, a Patek Philippe glinting on her wrist. She looked like extraordinary money.

"Leon!"

Derek waved enthusiastically as Leon emerged. "Congratulations on the divorce! You've finally escaped that sea of misery!"

He gestured grandly to the woman. "Let me introduce you. This is my wife's best friend, Penelope Galloway."

Derek leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "She says she has a thing for men like you."

Leon's chest puffed out. A smug grin spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with undisguised greed.

Penelope's lips curled into a practiced smile. She reached out and opened the rear car door. "My prince," she purred. "Please, get in."

"You really are something else," Leon laughed, his ego stroked to perfection. He slid into the backseat, looking happier than he had in years.

I watched the entire scene from the upstairs window.

As the luxury car pulled away, a nagging sense of familiarity tugged at me. I'd seen Penelope Galloway somewhere before. Trusting my gut, I sent the photo I'd snapped to Marcus Cole, my old classmate who now worked with Interpol.

Is this the fugitive you've been tracking?