Mr. CEO, Your Ex-Wife Is Not Coming Back

The grand doors slowly swung open, and Olivia Smith stepped onto the red carpet in an elegant black evening gown, stunningly beautiful.

Whether in terms of the grand entrance or her outfit, she should have been the star of the evening. Unfortunately, the real star didn't need these things to shine—she only needed to win one person's favor.

On the circular platform in the center of the banquet hall stood her husband, Nicholas Jackson, noble and elegant. He raised his hand and took another woman's hand in his palm.

They stood side by side as countless camera flashes focused on them. Nicholas, who was usually low-key and camera-shy, kept smiling the entire time. His arm even gently lifted on its own, making it more comfortable for the woman beside him to hold onto.

This glaring scene made Olivia freeze in her tracks, her heart clenching painfully.

Nicholas was always careful in everything he did. If he wanted to publicly announce his mistress, he could have easily spared her from attending such an occasion.

Yet now he was openly displaying his mistress right in front of her.

She couldn't help but think sarcastically—when did he start hating her this much?

"Seems like she's the real Mrs. Jackson, though she's definitely not as young as the lady on stage."

"Look at her expression. Do you think she'll go up there and make a scene, or run away crying?"

"Mrs. Jackson used to be from a wealthy family too, but her family fell on hard times... She probably won't lose it too badly."

Whispers drifted into Olivia's ears, then quickly faded away.

Some felt sorry for her, others said she didn't deserve her position, but most people were just here for the gossip, wanting to see her humiliated.

Camera lenses were practically shoved in her face, the flashes blindingly bright, but Olivia didn't dare close her eyes or shed tears. She didn't even dare grip her dress too tightly.

As Nicholas's wife, even if Nicholas and his mistress were intimate right in front of her, she had to maintain her composure.

Across the crowd, she locked eyes with Nicholas.

He wasn't surprised, much less guilty. His gaze swept over her and slid away, as if she were just some insignificant person.

The MC stepped onto the stage holding a tray with both hands.

On the tray, resting on red velvet, was a ruby necklace. The teardrop-shaped ruby was vivid in color and highly clear, surrounded by a circle of small diamonds.

"This necklace has been in the Jackson family for over a hundred years. I'm presenting it to Ms. Alice Baker today."

Nicholas lifted the necklace with both hands and personally placed it around Alice's neck. As he looked down, his expression was incredibly tender.

Olivia had never seen such an expression on his face—at least he had never looked at her that way.

"This is too precious, I can't accept it..."

Alice said this, but her body was very cooperative. She lifted her long hair to make it easier for Nicholas to put the necklace on her.

The diamond-studded red gown she wore was particularly dazzling.

Olivia remembered seeing it on the sample catalog from a haute couture brand a few days ago. She had even mentioned it to Nicholas, saying the dress was beautiful—no wonder it was so expensive.

Today, that dress was on Alice's body.

Nicholas said warmly, "This is a blessing for our future collaboration. I hope it's worthy of Ms. Baker's radiance."

"The Jackson Group will be entering the entertainment industry. Ms. Baker is the first artist we're partnering with, and she also represents the Baker Group's investment in this collaboration."

Immediately, envious voices and congratulations filled the air. The necklace sparkled brilliantly on Alice's neck.

Olivia watched numbly, her expression barely changing.

She was no longer the girl who would sob over Nicholas, getting drunk and standing in the rain on cold nights.

After five years of marriage, his indifference toward her had completely worn away whatever love she'd had for him.

So she became increasingly composed, appearing gracious in front of others, handling even the most awkward situations with poise.

Because of this, Nicholas's grandmother, Gwendolyn Jackson, was particularly pleased with her, saying she had matured a lot. At the last family dinner, Gwendolyn even brought out a family heirloom ruby necklace, saying she wanted to give it to her.

She declined twice, but unexpectedly Nicholas accepted it on her behalf, saying he would host a banquet for their fifth wedding anniversary, and he would personally put it on her then.

And now, this ruby necklace has been given to Alice.

Olivia lifted her dress and walked toward the refreshment table.

Along the way, she received countless mocking looks and snide remarks.

High society was like this—survival of the fittest. Without Nicholas as her backing, the moment he showed he didn't favor her, countless people dared to step on her.

Olivia took a glass of orange juice and spent ten minutes drinking half of it before leaving.

If she left immediately, tomorrow's headline would be "Mrs. Jackson storms out in anger." If she took champagne, it would be "Mrs. Jackson drowns her sorrows in alcohol." And if she dared eat a piece of cake...

It would be "Mrs. Jackson binge-eating due to heartbreak."

Just like all the previous times the media smeared her, ridiculous rumors would fly everywhere, and she could only bear it alone.

Even though the Jackson Group had the most powerful PR team in all of Harmony City, Nicholas wouldn't have them help her.

When the bedroom door opened, Olivia had already showered. She was lying on the bed with a face mask on, playing with her phone.

She lifted her eyelids to look at Nicholas, who had just returned, her tone flat: "I thought you wouldn't come home tonight."

After such a grand and romantic ceremony, shouldn't he be spending the night with Alice?

Nicholas wasn't surprised by her attitude. He went ahead and removed his tie, tossing his suit jacket aside casually: "Jealous?"

"No." Olivia genuinely wasn't jealous.

She didn't love him anymore—how could she be jealous?

Nicholas didn't believe her: "You know how important this partnership is. Whether the Jackson Group can successfully transform depends on this. The Baker Group has experience and strength in the entertainment industry—I have to make use of that."

Olivia just found it laughable: "To make Mr. Jackson sell himself for success—Alice really is the first person in all of Harmony City to achieve that."

"Olivia." Nicholas's expression darkened immediately.

In front of others, he always wore dark suits, noble and distant. Only Olivia knew how wild Nicholas could be in bed.

Two buttons of his shirt had been undone, revealing his muscular chest. He reached out and ripped off Olivia's face mask, tossing it directly into the trash.

"That face mask was expensive!" Olivia cried out.

Naturally, Nicholas ignored her. Gripping her chin, he pressed her down beneath him: "Selling myself for success? Olivia, you have the nerve to use those words?"

Olivia's eyes reddened.

If she hadn't been trying to save her father back then, she wouldn't have begged to marry Nicholas.

But if Nicholas hadn't shown her kindness, making her mistakenly believe he had feelings for her too, no matter how shameless she was, she wouldn't have asked him to marry her.

"All these years, I've given you everything I should. What more do you want?"

Nicholas's brow showed a hint of impatience. His large hand gripped her jaw, his thumb pressing on her delicate red lips: "You want a child too, don't you?"

He laughed lightly: "No problem, I can give you one, just like your family keeps telling you."

Only by having a son could Olivia's position as Nicholas's wife be truly secure.

But ever since realizing Nicholas didn't love her, she had never thought about having a child with him.

Before she could respond, his large hand easily tore open Olivia's robe and moved downward.

"Don't touch me!" She pushed him hard.

But her hands were immediately pinned above her head. Her slender wrists were held by his one large hand, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

In desperation, Olivia steeled herself and bent her knee, using all her strength to jab it into Nicholas's abdomen.

Caught off guard, he sucked in a sharp breath of pain and finally let her go.

Olivia immediately wrapped her robe tightly and got off the bed, putting three steps of distance between them.

"Nicholas, I don't want a child."

Her tone was cold, serious, and earnest.

"I want a divorce."