I Divorced Him and Took Back Everything

Chapter 4 A Property Agreement

That arrogant tone was so infuriating.

I doubted myself for a second. What had I been thinking when I blindly married him?

Back then, his mother, Brielle Scott, was critically ill. Her only wish before she died was for Randall to marry me.

Randall and I had built the business together. The success of Scott Group today was built on the plans I'd created. Brielle respected my skills and truly cared for me.

Randall begged me many times. He wanted to fulfill Brielle's last wish and look like a devoted son.

I still remembered it clearly. He'd slouched on the office sofa, sunlight at his feet, but he himself was buried in shadow.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand. "Marry me. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life. It'll be my way of making it up to you. Okay?"

Dappled tree shadows fell over us. His face blurred into someone from my old memories. My heart stung sharply. It felt like that rainy day again—the lonely young boy leaning under a cherry blossom tree, repeating over and over, "I don't have any family left."

Just then, a phone rang, yanking me back to the present.

Randall answered the call. A polite, warm voice spoke up. "Mr. Scott, your men's health exam is ready. Will you be..."

He hung up immediately. His face twisted with disgust, as if he'd tasted something horrible. He was too proud to curse aloud, so he bottled up his rage.

I sighed. He didn't even appreciate my kindness.

I stepped closer and gave him a friendly reminder. "You should really go. We tried for three years with no luck. How did your girlfriend get pregnant right away? Doesn't that seem odd?"

Randall glared at me furiously. Panic flashed across Adara's face as she pressed against him. I noticed her unease immediately.

Before I could think further, Randall scoffed. He wrapped his arm around Adara's shoulders and held her close, like she was his most precious treasure.

He said, "You're the one who needs an exam. I didn't want to be this cruel, but you keep provoking me. Everyone's patience runs out."

Adara gained confidence and stuck out her stomach. "Yeah. You've lived comfortably at Scott Villa for three years, but you never gave Randy love or a baby. You don't deserve to be his wife. If I were you, I'd divorce him with dignity."

I couldn't believe a college student would say something so immoral in public.

Even the experienced manager was awkward. He wished he could unplug his ears and pretend he heard nothing.

Adara suddenly thought of something else and added, "Besides, you've just leached off Randy for three years. You never contributed anything to the family. He works so hard, and you're just a parasite. It breaks my heart for him..."

They stared at each other affectionately. It was painful to watch.

Adara said, "So you have to leave with nothing—not a single cent."

She looked at me arrogantly, as if she already owned the Scott family. She acted like she could throw me out for Randall.

"He's the one who should leave with nothing." I pointed at Randall, tilted my head, and stared at the man I'd lived with for three years, almost laughing.

Adara's eyes widened. She was furious, ready to snap at me.

I said, "Save it. I don't want to hear your garbage."

She froze, her eyes turning red.

I sneered, "I don't want this house anymore. I'll just give it to you as a favor."

I crossed my arms, tapped my arm lightly, and walked step by step toward Adara. "Half of every dollar he ever made belongs to me. We signed a property agreement, but he never bothered to read the fine print."