After the Curse Lifts, I Disown My Ex-Husband

My name is Cindy Scott. When I was born, I had a piece of Warm Jade in my mouth. This jade gave me a rare gift—the ability to see other people's life and death, their futures. When I was eighteen, Grandma passed away. On her deathbed, she gripped my hand tightly and kept telling me I had to marry Daniel Lewis. "Cindy, only by marrying him can the Lewis Family's only grandson be protected." Grandma's voice was barely more than a whisper. I didn't say no. Grandma was the only family I had, and I couldn't go against her dying wish. The wedding was hurried, with no guests—only a few elders from the Lewis Family were there. Daniel kept a cold expression throughout, his eyes almost overflowing with disgust. "Cindy Scott, I don't care what tricks you and your Grandma are playing—I don't accept this marriage." That was the first thing he said after the ceremony. I clenched the Warm Jade in my pocket and whispered, "I'm doing this for your own good." "For my own good?" He sneered, his tone harsh, "Using this kind of supernatural trick to force a marriage, and you actually say it's for my own good?" I didn't explain it again. No matter how much I say it, he won't believe me. Married life turned out to be harder than I thought. The Lewis Family's servants looked at me with nothing but contempt, like I was some slags hunting for money. Daniel avoided me like the plague, never saying more than necessary except when absolutely required. Just a month after we got married, he slammed a Divorce Agreement down in front of me. "Sign it." He leaned back on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers. "I'll give you a sum of money—enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life." "I'm not signing." I shook my head. "Cindy Scott, don't expect me to give you a break just because you're shameless." His eyes darkened. "You think just because you're refusing to leave, I'll suddenly see you in a different light?" "I'm not refusing to leave." I looked at him. "I'm genuinely trying to save you." "Enough!" He suddenly stood up and stamped out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I, Daniel Lewis, don't need a liar like you trying to save my life!" He dragged me by force to the Marriage Registration Office. The moment I got the divorce papers, the Warm Jade in my pocket suddenly turned ice cold. I looked up at him, my voice serious: "Daniel Lewis, you're going to regret this." He gave me a disdainful glance and turned to walk away.