Standing up with a grin, Raegan said, "Great. Let's go."

Mitchel felt a mix of confusion and happiness, not really understanding what she intended to do. He knew Raegan had been pampered by the Foster family and probably lived carefree for the last five years.

Mitchel wanted to reach for her hand, but stopped himself, asking softly, “Where to?"

Raegan, thinking Mitchel was playing dumb with her, bluntly said, “To the court, obviously."

“Why? What for?" Mitchel was stunned, his expression freezing.

"To file for a divorce." Raegan added, "Erick filled me in on our history. You know my situation now. To me, you're just a stranger, so it's time we end this marriage."

Mitchel's face grew dark as he heard her words. "But why? You're still my wife, no matter our past."

"I have no memories of you. It just feels weird, and I don't want to stay married," Raegan replied firmly, causing Mitchel to become unsettled.

Mitchel frowned, pleading, “I won't push you to accept me now. Let's just spend some time together. I promise to treat you well, okay?"

“Sorry, I can't," Raegan said, shaking her head. “Marriage should be about love. I feel nothing for you. I probably didn't Like you much before. Otherwise, how could I completely forget you?"

Raegan remembered Kabir, always gentle and indulging her. But Mitchel only brought a sense of unfamiliarity. Plus, from what Erick told her about their shared past, Mitchel had betrayed her. He neglected her kidnapping for his mistress, leading to her miscarriage. Such a terrible person!

Raegan was resolute. No words from Mitchel could sway her from steering away from repeating her past mistakes.

Raegan's words were like a dagger to Mitchel's heart, deepening his agony.

Overwhelmed with pain, Mitchel struggled to breathe. He gripped her wrist tightly, his voice cold. "Don't even think about it."

Raegan couldn't help but find his words amusing, leading her to remind him. "It's been five years since we've been apart, Mr. Dixon.

Why do you think I can't file for divorce? If you don't agree, I'll see you in court."

The situation had changed. The Foster family was wealthy and could afford a top lawyer for Raegan. This meant Mitchel no longer had the advantage.

“Mr. Dixon, you have three days to consider this. After that, my lawyer will contact you." With those words, Raegan left the room, disregarding the look of pain on Mitchel's attractive face.

No matter how good-looking Mitchel was, Raegan couldn't overlook his betrayal. Mitchel and his mistress seemed like a match made in hell.

Mitchel snapped out of his daze and tried to follow Raegan, but Erick blocked his path. “Mr. Dixon, you promised not to force Raegan into anything anymore."