The butler curiously asked what we were up to, but I brushed him off with a casual "We're going on a trip."
My family's legal team had already quietly drafted divorce papers for me. Since we both wanted a clean break, we weren’t planning to take any of his assets.
We married with nothing and would leave the same way, not taking even a cloud with us.
After signing the papers and leaving them on the table, we started packing.
We took what we could and arranged for our own butler to collect the rest.
By the time the Foster family's butler realized something was amiss, my friend and I were already out the door with our suitcases.
Before boarding the plane, we called our families to briefly explain our marital situation.
My friend and I get along so well because we come from similar backgrounds and are both the cherished daughters of our families.
I also have an older brother.
When my brother heard why I couldn't continue the marriage, he was furious.
"That scoundrel Simon! You’re right to leave him, sis. If you didn’t, you’d end up with a forest growing on your head," he exclaimed, referring to being cheated on.