# Chapter 712: The Indifference That Cuts Deeper Than Any Knife
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 712 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." We find ourselves standing at the heavy doors of the courthouse, where a marriage of decades is about to be formally dissolved. But what happens when the woman who once clung to her husband with desperate longing suddenly doesn't care anymore? Trust me, this chapter is a masterclass in emotional role reversal, and Oliver is about to learn just how sharp a woman's indifference can be.
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Oliver stood at the courthouse steps, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, studying the woman before him as if she were a stranger in disguise. There was something different about Melissa. Her posture was straighter. Her eyes were clearer. And the faint tremor in her hands that he remembered from their final nights together was completely gone.
"How did you end up like this?" he asked, his voice betraying more curiosity than he intended.
Melissa didn't flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin with a confidence that genuinely caught him off guard. "What do you mean? I'm doing just fine!"
For a brief moment, her eyes darted toward the entrance, looking past him. "Hasn't Jake arrived yet?"
Oliver's jaw tightened. He remembered a time when she would have been glued to his side, nervously seeking his approval. Now she was scanning the horizon for their son, and the shift unsettled him deep in his bones.
What Oliver didn't know was that the woman standing before him had spent the last few months rediscovering herself. The great, suffocating mansion she had once called home had been nothing but a luxurious cage. Those lonely nights in the sprawling master bedroom, waiting for the sound of his key in the lock, only to be met with silence... she had woken up from that nightmare.
Her new apartment was small. Cozy. And surprisingly, it held more warmth than the cold marble floors of the villa ever did.
Downstairs, there was a community center. At first, she had hesitated, watching the elderly couples twirling to old Mandarin songs. But one afternoon, a kindly woman had pulled her into the dance circle. The laughter, the music, the feeling of her own feet moving freely without care—it was intoxicating. Life out there, away from the upper crust, wasn't losing freedom. It was gaining it.
Oliver, still simmering in his own arrogance, let out a sarcastic sneer. "He's taking the bus over. How fast do you think he'll be here?"
The very next second, a familiar voice came jogging toward them. "Mom! I took the subway after the bus. It's way faster than driving!"
Jake arrived, slightly breathless but grinning. Oliver's eye twitched. Watching the two of them exchange easy, affectionate smiles made something ugly twist in his chest. This was not the picture he had painted in his mind. He had expected to arrive and find a sobbing Melissa, begging for another chance. Instead, he was the third wheel in his own divorce proceeding.
Swallowing his rising frustration, Oliver forced a cold laugh. "We're here to finalize the divorce. Did you bring your papers?"
Melissa froze. "Oh, right!"
She quickly began rummaging through her bag, and Oliver allowed himself a dark, satisfied smirk. *They're always so disorganized when it comes to this. She's probably forgotten her ID. Typical.*
He sneered, "Don't tell me... you forgot your ID, didn't you?"
But the very next moment, Melissa whipped out her identity card, holding it up triumphantly. "Got it! Let's hurry inside."
The smirk died on Oliver's face. He stood frozen, his dark eyes following her as she started walking toward the courthouse doors. His face clouded with confusion and something darker. "Melissa, are you really sure about this divorce?"
Melissa blinked innocently, turning around to face him, her expression genuinely puzzled. "Weren't you the one who wanted it?"
There it was. That calm, composed nonchalance. Oliver felt an unexpected surge of anger pulse through his veins. For reasons he couldn't articulate, her indifferent attitude made his skin crawl. *Why isn't she fighting? Why isn't she begging?* "Fine, let's do it. Let's get this over with!"
They entered the courthouse together, walking side by side like two strangers sharing an elevator. The administrative clerk shuffled some paperwork, glanced at their application, and delivered a verdict that hung in the sterile air.
"You'll need to wait for a mandatory 30-day cooling-off period before the divorce can be finalized."
Oliver felt an undeniable wave of relief wash over him. A month. Thirty days. It felt like beneath the paperwork and stamps, fate had given him an unspoken, last-minute hope.
When both of them were handed the forms, Oliver's eyes immediately landed on the asset division section. He sneered, unable to resist poking the bear. "You're really not asking for anything?"
Melissa looked him dead in the eye. "When we got married, I didn't have much, and over the years, I blew through whatever I had. So, no, I don't need anything."
Oliver let out a harsh laugh. "Weren't you always after my money? The moment the company handed out dividends, you'd be right there, asking for your share!"
Melissa's lips twitched into a bitter smile as memories clawed to the surface. "Yeah, I did that because I knew if I didn't spend it, you'd just give it to *her*. I didn't want that, so I made sure to take it. Every single penny."
Oliver paused. His mouth opened, but no words came out. The truth in her statement hit him like a freight train, and for the first time, he felt the weight of his actions pressing down on his conscience.
At that moment, Marisa stepped forward with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Melissa, why do this? Just to prove a point? You're making Oliver feel so guilty!"
Melissa scoffed loudly, turning her sharp gaze to the older woman. "If that's the case, why don't you give me half of the company's shares? Would you let him do that?" She continued, her voice dropping with finality. "But now, it doesn't matter. Once we're divorced, you can give her as much as you want. It won't have anything to do with me anymore."
Oliver felt a knot of frustration tighten in his chest. Her total indifference to the money, the same weapon he had used to control her for years, felt like a sword piercing his armor. He didn't understand why, but it enraged him.
He laughed, but it was hollow and bitter. "Fine. Don't come crying to me later!"
With that, he turned and stormed out, his expensive shoes echoing against the marble. Marisa and Selena were waiting by the entrance. The moment Oliver stepped outside, Marisa rushed toward him, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Did you get the divorce?"
Oliver's voice was flat. "There's a mandatory one-month cooling-off period."
Marisa's face wrinkled into a frown. "What kind of rule is that? Melissa must've done something to stall it!"
Selena gently nudged her mother. "Mom, it's a new law."
Marisa fell silent, but her eyes kept darting back to Melissa, who was slowly making her way out. With a predatory turn, she asked Oliver directly, "So, Oliver, how much are we giving Melissa as a settlement?"
Oliver's frustration flared up again. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" Marisa feigned surprise. "But what about her living expenses?"
Before Oliver could respond, Melissa stepped forward, her voice as calm as a still lake. "Don't worry about me. My son can take care of me!"
Marisa sighed dramatically, feigning pity. "Melissa, why do this? Just to prove a point? You're making Oliver feel so guilty!"
Melissa scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "If that's the case, why don't you give me half of the company's shares? Would you let him do that?"
Marisa's expression froze. The woman had been cornered by her own manipulation.
Oliver, still fuming, let out a harsh laugh. "So, you're still after my money after all!"
Melissa turned to look at the man she had loved for most of her life. Now, at fifty, how many good years did she have left? She saw him clearly for the first time—a man trapped by his own blindness, dancing to his mother's tune, never truly seeing the woman who stood beside him.
She chuckled coldly, her eyes hardening like winter ice. "Oliver, open your eyes. The person who's been eyeing your money all along... has always been her."
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And with that, she walked away, leaving a stunned Oliver standing in the dust of his own broken marriage.
### Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Honestly, this chapter is incredibly satisfying. Watching Melissa completely detach herself from the toxic dynamic that once suffocated her is absolutely empowering. She wasn't bitter or hysterical; she was just... done. The way she turned Marisa's manipulation back on her with that simple line about the shares? Chills. Oliver's anger isn't because he wants her back—it's because he can't stand that he no longer has power over her. That realization is beautiful to witness. The only downside? I want more of Oliver's crumbling ego! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars.
### Next Chapter Prediction
I predict that in the next chapter, Oliver will absolutely spiral. His ego won't be able to handle the fact that Melissa has moved on and is living her own vibrant life. He'll probably try to use the 30-day cooling-off period to mess with her peace, or Marisa will scheme some plot to ensure that "divorce doesn't happen" for the sake of appearances. Meanwhile, Melissa will continue to find joy in her simple routines, and Jake will step up as the supportive son she deserves. Expect some serious emotional reckoning for Oliver!
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