Divorcing The CEO For My Secret Daughter

After parting ways with Wyatt, Chastity sat in her cold car and dialed her best friend, Ember Rutledge.

"I want a divorce. And I want full custody of Elsie. What are my chances?"

"You finally thought it through?" Ember asked.

Chastity let out a soft "Mhm."

Actually, it didn't matter whether she had thought it through or not. Back then, when their relationship had deteriorated so badly, she assumed Easton would bring up divorce right after she gave birth. Who knew it would drag on for five years? He hadn't mentioned it once. If he wouldn't initiate it, she had to.

"Knowing Easton's ruthless nature, he would never allow Underwood blood to live outside the family," Ember said carefully.

Chastity remained silent. That was exactly what she feared.

"Chastity, have you ever thought that the 50-50 split in the delivery room wasn't entirely Easton's idea? Maybe his assistant, Julian, was making things difficult on his own?"

Of course, she knew Easton wouldn't stoop to calculating pennies. But so what? Without Easton's absolute indifference and silent approval, how would a mere assistant dare to act so atrociously? Besides, she had called him for help, and he didn't even have the patience to listen to her finish her sentence.

"As long as you know the truth in your heart," Ember sighed. She wasn't trying to persuade Chastity to stay; she was just afraid her friend would back out. Few people knew, but Ember knew clearly: Chastity had loved Easton for ten whole years.

Ten years of devotion, severed in a single night. It was like tearing flesh from bone.

"Also, he's cheating," Chastity said, briefly explaining what she had just witnessed at the rescue site.

Ember cursed Easton out over the phone. After venting, she faced reality. "Even if he cheated, it won't be a legal reason for him to give up Elsie. Chastity, the only way is to get Easton to sign a written agreement relinquishing his custody rights. Otherwise, with the Underwood family's power, you have zero chance of winning."

A written agreement! How incredibly difficult would that be?

"But I do have some good news for you," Ember said, shifting to a lighter tone. "My uncle just told me that Elsie's condition is almost fully healed. Starting this month, you don't need to wire any more medical fees."

Ember's uncle was Dr. Izayah Hansen, the elite physician who had been secretly treating Elsie in Switzerland. He was a late-born child of Ember's grandparents, only five years older than them.

Just hearing his name made a faint, involuntary shiver run down Chastity's spine. Izayah possessed a face of absolute, ascetic perfection, yet his aura was so profoundly cold and aloof that Chastity had been terrified of him since they were children. He was a man she had always kept at a respectful, fearful distance.

Chastity had never imagined that one day she would entrust her child's life to him. Four years ago, when she was completely abandoned and desperate, it was this terrifying, untouchable man who had stepped in and pulled her daughter back from the brink of death.

"That's wonderful!"

The news of Elsie's recovery swept away all the suffocating gloom in Chastity's chest. For four years, she could only fly out occasionally to see Elsie, relying on video calls for the rest. Finally, they could be reunited.

When Chastity returned to the Park Avenue penthouse, the heavy front door was wide open.

Clearly, someone was already inside.

As soon as she stepped into the gallery, a glass frame shattered right at her feet. "Ugly lady! You want to steal my daddy! Go away, go away!"