I Divorced Him and Took Back Everything

Chapter 7 Slapped Her Hand Away

A sharp ache shot through my chest. I walked out of the nurse's office and tapped his head. "Don't worry, son. Dad's never gonna leave you."

He mumbled quietly, "But you'll get married someday."

I shrugged. "So what? Why don't you just marry me instead?"

It was a careless, silly line. But it stirred up our young days, turned his cheeks bright red, and set our hearts on fire.

*****

A message came through on my phone.

Dylan: Don't worry. Your divorce case is very strong. I can get you everything you're asking for. I'll gather the proof of the affair.

He was just as reliable as ever.

I sent back an "OK." He didn't reply again.

But someone with no sense sent me a bedroom photo and a voice note.

When I played it, I heard disgusting, messy sounds.

She was doing this on purpose.

Adara asked, "Randy, who do you like better—me or that old hag?"

Randall said, "Silly girl. Don't ask stupid questions."

I clicked my tongue.

Well, there was my proof.

I saved the video and voice message quietly.

I trusted Dylan with everything about the divorce. I'd stayed home too long. It was time to go to the office. After all, I would soon be the largest shareholder. I'd been gone three years—I should check in.

The next morning, I woke up early. I stepped into the closet and felt more annoyed by the second.

It was a 300-square-foot walk-in closet. Nearly everything hanging there was Randall's custom suits. I had almost nothing. The few high-end pieces I owned were all out of date. The glass display case for diamonds, bags, and jewelry was supposed to be mine. Now it was empty—so empty it could hold urns for him and Adara.

I rubbed my aching forehead and doubted myself.

I murmured, "Should I get a brain scan, too? Why did I stop buying new clothes and jewelry for years just because he said he didn't like materialistic women?"

Thinking about all the nice things Adara had, I felt like such a fool.

I made up my mind right away. I drove to the biggest store and went straight for the most expensive custom section. I ordered several outfits. Then I went to Chanel for the latest high-fashion pieces and bags. After that, I went to the spa for a full refresh. After a whole morning, I was a completely new person.

The stylist praised, "Ma'am, you look more beautiful than the biggest celebrities!"

Her eyes sparkled. I couldn't tell if she really meant it or was just being nice because I'd spent so much.

I stared at myself in the mirror. My thick lashes stood out neatly, and light makeup made my face glow. I looked way better than I had the day before.

This was my new start.

At 2 p.m., I arrived at Scott Group.

The tall building felt both familiar and strange. Once, Randall and I ran our business out of a tiny rented apartment. We'd worked our way up from that tiny apartment to this skyscraper.

I walked inside. All the faces were completely new.

The receptionist stopped me when she saw I had no ID badge. She looked me up and down. Noticing I wore expensive designer clothes, she spoke carefully, afraid to offend me. "Ma'am, who are you here to see?"

I was about to speak when a sneering voice came from behind.

Adara said, "Well, look who it is. Ma'am, you're not young anymore. Why try to act like a kid? Don't you feel gross in that outfit?"

She talked like she hated it, but she couldn't take her eyes off me.

Adara added, "Nice bag, though. It's the latest one."

She reached out to grab my bag.

I didn't hold back. I slapped her hand away coldly. "What? You're so used to picking up trash that you'll steal it if I don't throw it away?"