My Grandmother’s Ashes, My Wife's Divorce Paper novel Chapter 9

The next morning, I received a text from an unknown number.

"Don't forget, it's my dad's 50th birthday today, noon."

"Remember to buy a gift, just a token of your thoughts, we're not short on money at home."

I stared blankly at the screen, then carefully wrapped my grandmother's urn in a red cloth, the mourning band on my arm, and left the old house.

When I reached the gates of the Noah family estate, I was stopped just before I entered.

"Hey, the kitchen's swamped. Go help out."

It was the Noah family's butler, always looking down on me, making a habit of making things difficult.

The Noah family was like that—everyone, top to bottom, carried an air of superiority.

To them, as the husband of their precious daughter, I was nothing but a nobody.

With Ava's indifference and their cold treatment, it was no surprise that they treated me like a servant, bossing me around and handing me the dirty work.

Ava was no different.

In the past, I loved her, so I put up with it.

But today, I refused.

The butler's face turned cold instantly.

"If you won't help, don't even think about entering the house."

His tone was harsh, clearly showing off his power.

Just then, a Mercedes pulled up to the gate.

Robert and Noah stepped out.

When they saw me, their faces lit up with smug grins.

"Well, well, if it isn't Lucas?"

"Where've you been, visiting some temple or something?"

"Still haven't found a job, huh?"

"Came back to beg Noah for a job, huh?"

With Ava not around, Robert's ugly side was on full display.

He mocked and ridiculed me without holding back.

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