When America's Sweetheart Chose Her Agent Over Her Husband novel Chapter 1

"Where's my medicine?"

Ashley Collins kicked the door open and came into the house, clutching her stomach in pain.

In the past, whether she came home or not, I would still take two hours to brew a medicinal tea to treat her cramps.

I didn't want to deal with it, yawning as I got ready to go back to bed.

Ashley frowned and snapped impatiently, "Dylan, have I been too nice to you?"

"Do you not know who you are anymore?"

"You're throwing a tantrum in front of all these people?"

"We're adults, don't you think we should maintain some dignity?"

"Dignity?"

I scoffed, shutting the door behind me.

I retorted, "On the day we divorce, I'll post a dignified goodbye on social media."

Since Ashley wanted dignity, I'd give her the dignity she asked for.

"Dylan, stop it."

"Brew the medicine. I'll drink it properly today."

Good medicine tastes bitter, and I always tried my best to make her drink it.

Gradually, I realized that drinking the tea became her way of showing forgiveness.

She said that, walked into the bedroom, tossed her phone on the bed, and headed to the bathroom to remove her makeup.

The phone screen was still glowing with a pink hue, showing a cute couple photo of her and her agent Austin.

A line of text appeared on the screen: "Baby, remember to drink your medicine on time."

Austin was Ashley's current agent, but he used to be a small-time actor under our company.

But when I had stomach bleeding, I'd still make her the medicine, even though I was sick.

Now, our marriage was losing its warmth, and all I could see in her eyes was irritation and disdain.

I pretended not to notice and let my expression grow colder.

"Dylan, take a break for a few days. I'm going to the press conference with Austin."

"Don't forget your ID, or you two won't be able to stay together."

Ashley stopped, staring at me angrily.

"Dylan, I'm still your legal wife, how can you say such things?"

"It's fine. In a few days, I'll be your ex-husband," I waved my hand dismissively, adjusting myself to make my stomach feel better.

"By the way, don't worry. I'm not after your money."

"I'm leaving with nothing."