On the second day after the relocation news spread, the husband brought his white moonlight home and forced me to sign a divorce agreement. The mother-in-law even smiled and told me, 'Our family will soon have twenty million, don't you think about splitting a single coin.' I didn't cry or make a fuss, signed cheerfully, and only added one clause that the relocation compensation for properties under respective names belongs to the property owner. Everyone scolded me as foolish. But they didn't know that the two most valuable street-facing shops in the old house had already been transferred to my name nine years ago.