At the VIP parking waiting area of the "International Arrivals" section at JFK Airport, Felicity stepped out of her Aston Martin with elegance. She noticed several scattered reporters nearby, waiting for the headline figure of the day.
On the way here, she had already heard the excited broadcasts from various car radios reporting today's top news:
"Pianist Eden Ortiz Returns After Six Years Abroad — Will She Rekindle Her Romance with Billionaire CEO Kayden Miller?"
How ironic. The media didn't even care about the fact that Kayden was already married. They only cared about creating explosive headlines that would attract attention.
With a cold expression, Felicity put on the sunglasses she had taken from her pocket. The sharp, tailored suit perfectly highlighted her capable aura and tall figure. A few reporters even cautiously wondered whether she was some mysterious model who rarely appeared in public.
She ignored the whispers and casually leaned against her car, looking no different from the other people waiting to pick someone up. The submissive and humble aura of a housewife was completely gone from her.
From now on, she would no longer be the once obedient and lowly Mrs. Miller.
Soon, the door to the VIP arrival passage slid open. Eden walked out gracefully with cat-like steps. One hand naturally hooked around Kayden's arm, who was a head taller than her, while the other held her approximately five-year-old son, Noah Ortiz. Every movement seemed carefully designed.
Every media outlet wanted to capture today's biggest headline and boost their own performance. They immediately rushed toward the three of them, and flashes erupted one after another in front of them.
Dressed in a white gown, Eden instantly looked like a startled little rabbit. She released Kayden with a frightened expression and turned to protect Noah, who stood beside her. At the same time, Kayden's protective instincts were triggered by her reaction, and he immediately turned around to shield the mother and son behind him.
Only Felicity, standing in the distance, clearly saw the calculating expression hidden beneath Eden's act. She waited until she confirmed that everything had been captured by the cameras before pretending to dodge away.
Amid the chaos, she received the divorce documents delivered by the courier. She quickly checked the contents and smiled with satisfaction.
Amid the sea of reporters, a young and clear voice suddenly rang out.
"Dad!"
The reporters all gasped in varying degrees of shock. They had originally thought that the crowd blocking the scene would prevent them from capturing anything useful, but now they began frantically pressing their camera shutters, desperate to permanently capture this moment.
Kayden's normally composed expression also froze slightly.
Eden quickly straightened up, gently tugged on Kayden's sleeve, and explained with a soft smile filled with affection, "Noah is still young and doesn't understand things. He hears me mention you all the time, Kayden, so he probably mistook you for his father."
Kayden's expression gradually softened. He accepted her explanation without asking further questions. He bent down, patted Noah's head, and spoke gently. "Good boy, Noah. Let's go home."
The airport security gradually controlled the reporters and kept them at an appropriate distance. Kayden and the others were then able to walk toward the Rolls-Royce waiting for the Miller family.
At that moment, Felicity removed her sunglasses. Holding the drafted divorce agreement in her hand, she walked toward them while clapping sarcastically.
"Welcome, Kayden's long-distance... friend." Felicity's voice successfully attracted everyone's attention, including those flashing "eyes" of the cameras.
Eden subtly pulled Noah one step behind Kayden, while Kayden also extended one arm protectively, as if Felicity might do something extreme the next second.
Kayden frowned, his tone filled with accusation.
"You really came? Didn't I tell you to stay home and prepare everything for their welcome?"
Felicity looked directly at Kayden, completely ignoring Eden's presence. She raised one eyebrow in disdain.
"I'm here to announce something..." She slightly turned her head and glanced at the surrounding reporters. "Something important that everyone here should know."
Kayden suddenly had a bad feeling. He stepped forward and firmly grabbed Felicity's arm, looking at her seriously.
"Whatever it is, we'll talk about it at home. Not here."
As he spoke, he glanced toward the reporters nearby who were watching with interest.
Eden seized the opportunity and stepped forward as well. She held onto Kayden's arm, pretending to mediate, her voice filled with grievance. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have told you about my return and caused Mrs. Miller to be upset. Maybe Noah and I should just leave immediately."
Kayden immediately grabbed Eden's hand before she could pull away. Then he turned back and looked at Felicity with anger. "Felicity, enough. Eden and Noah just got off the plane after a long journey. As Mrs. Miller, you should be welcoming my friend properly."
Friend?
When the two of them stood there so close, with a child between them, they looked far more like a family than she, the real Mrs. Miller, ever did.
Kayden's baseless favoritism only confirmed to Felicity that the six-year marriage she had cherished so deeply was nothing but a complete joke.
Felicity let out a helpless, bitter laugh. She pulled her arm away from Kayden's grip and raised the document in her hand, her voice surprisingly calm.
"Kayden Miller, let's get divorced."
Her voice was not loud, but it was more than enough for the reporters nearby to hear. To capture two explosive pieces of news about this business tycoon in a single day, they could hardly contain their excitement.
But Kayden, who had always valued the Miller family's reputation, only felt disbelief. The woman who used to spend her days studying flowers and plants in the manor had actually said these words in front of so many people.
He decided to give this woman one more chance, and also give himself a chance to save his dignity.
Kayden forced out a smile, his tone carrying a warning.
"What did you say? Felicity, don't disgrace the Miller family in a place like this."
"I said, I. Want. A. Divorce."
This time, Felicity's voice was even clearer and more resolute.
The few people standing there in confrontation could clearly feel the reporters beside them becoming increasingly excited.
Before Kayden could take another step forward and grab Felicity to demand an explanation, she directly pressed the drafted divorce agreement against his chest. Then she turned around confidently, put her sunglasses back on, walked two steps forward, opened the car door, and got into the Aston Martin. The roar of the engine shattered the silence. All that remained was the dust swept up by the force of the departing car.
Kayden tightened his grip on the document that had slid down from his chest, staring coldly at the disappearing rear of the Aston Martin.
In the front mirror of the Aston Martin, Felicity's face showed a relieved smile.
Her hand skillfully reached for the car's built-in phone, and Sienna answered almost instantly.
"Sienna, I need you to help me with something."
