"Here's the divorce agreement, Philip. I have already signed it. Please give it to Carlos Huo."

It was difficult for Debbie Nian to work up the nerve to hand the agreement that would end her marriage to Philip Zhuo, the Huo family's steward.

Sighing in resignation, Philip Zhuo went over the document and noticed clauses that made him frown. He looked at the girl sharply and bellowed, “Debbie!" Incredulous, he asked, “Do you realize how stupid this is? I can understand if you want to divorce Mr. Huo. After all, you have not seen the man for the past three years. But why aren't you asking for any money?"

At 20, Debbie Nian was an undergraduate. Her father died while she did not know who her mother was. In Philip Zhuo's opinion, she should not want a divorce, let alone get out of the marriage without any money.

Debbie Nian scratched the back of her head in embarrassment. She was well aware that Philip Zhuo always treated her as a daughter, so she had no plans to keep anything from him. "I... I want to drop out of school," she stammered.

"What? Why do you suddenly want to leave school? What happened? Are you being bullied?" The steward's eyes widened in astonishment.

"No, no, no! You're overreacting, Philip. You already know, I-I don't like studying. So, I don't want to waste my time in university," she explained.

The excuse of dropping out of school was lame but the only one that came to mind quickly to stall him off. But she was not telling anyone the real reason for wanting a divorce.

She was silent for a while, as several thoughts ran through her mind. 'Tomorrow is my 21st birthday and third wedding anniversary.

I'm still young. I don't want this hollow marriage to stand in the way of pursuing true love.

I've never even seen Carlos Huo in person. My father arranged this marriage. How can anyone live like this?' she thought desperately.

Sensing that the girl was not about to share anything else, Philip Zhuo conceded,"It appears you've made up your mind, so I will..." He waited for her to say something. "I'll hand the divorce papers to Mr. Huo tomorrow," the steward said with a deep sigh when she didn't respond.

"Thank you so much, Philip!" She let out a huge sigh of relief before giving the man a sweet smile.

But Philip Zhuo could not help himself as he stared at the young girl. "Debbie, Mr. Huo is a good man. I believe you are a perfect match, so I do hope you will think this through carefully and reconsider. If you change your mind, you may call me anytime," he said sincerely.

Of all he said, two words stood out that made Debbie Nian cringe. 'Perfect match? He didn't even show up at the wedding! The man was at a dinner reception for a foreign president at that time. And the photograph on our marriage certificate was Photoshopped.

In the last three years, I haven't even laid eyes on him. So, what is Philip saying that we are a perfect match?' Debbie Nian couldn't control the sarcastic thoughts in her head.

Finally coming to her senses, the young lady took a deep breath before speaking again. She had intended to say,"I've made up my mind," but as a sign of respect for Philip Zhuo who was truly concerned for her, she uttered,"Okay."

Thinking that she might have a change of heart, Philip Zhuo waited until the next afternoon to inform Carlos Huo about the divorce papers. But to his disappointment, she didn't call him. Slowly, he brought out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Huo, I have a document that needs your signature," he said respectfully.

"What document is that?" came the cold reply. He noted a hint of impatience in Carlos Huo's voice.

After hesitating briefly, the steward answered,"A divorce agreement."

Then the pen in his hand froze as Carlos Huo let the words sink in. He closed his eyes and rubbed his brows thoughtfully.

It quickly dawned on him as he thought, 'Oh, I have a wife. If Philip didn't call me now, I wouldn't even remember that I am married and have a wife.'

"Just put the papers in my study. I'll be back in Y City in a couple of days," Carlos Huo said coolly.

"Yes, Mr. Huo," Philip Zhuo acknowledged, and then hung up.

Meanwhile, at the Blue Night Bar in Y City, the bar was dimly lit but packed with people.

Young men and women flocked to the establishment, that was among the very popular in town.

Inside Room 501 was a table littered with beer, wine, champagne and a variety of snacks.

The room was the venue for a birthday party. The celebrant was Debbie Nian, who turned 21 that day.

Nicknamed "Tomboy" by her classmates, Debbie Nian now wore a pink lace dress. This was one of the very few occasions

that she donned something feminine instead of her usual attire of jeans and shirts. Several of the female guests whipped out their phones to have a selfie with Debbie Nian.

After everyone had their fill of taking photos, the celebrant started to have fun by drinking with her classmates. Stacked in one corner of the room were the many presents Debbie Nian received from friends and classmates.

A slightly tipsy Jared Han broke out in a song, with his arm slung around another boy's shoulders. "I knew you were trouble when you walked in..." he warbled.

His voice was so grating that many of the girls covered their ears and groaned.

"Hey, Jared! Stop that singing. Let's just play games that won't bust anybody's eardrums." It was Kasie Zheng, one of Debbie Nian's roommates, who called out to Jared Han.

She was a cheerful girl, full of confidence, who always got people's attention.

Her suggestion had everyone in the room turning silent. The boys and girls in the room turned to look at Kasie Zheng, waiting for her instructions.

She was a known party animal, and was popular among the classmates.