I Divorced Him and Took Back Everything

Chapter 5 Two Big Triggers

Randall looked confused. He really had no idea what I was talking about.

It didn't matter. I didn't care.

I said, "Trash belongs in the trash. I don't want this man anymore."

I turned to warn Adara. "I'll have someone track every penny he spent on you. As his legal wife, I can get all that money back. You won't be able to use his cards anymore. Get ready to pay me."

I walked up to Randall and stopped. I looked into his conflicted eyes and smiled softly. "I've gotten myself checked. I'm completely healthy. In fact, I'm easily fertile. If I couldn't get pregnant in three years, you should be questioning yourself."

I left the real estate office, feeling great.

I hummed a little tune, and my steps felt light. Suddenly, a black Maybach pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down halfway, revealing a pair of clear, handsome eyes.

He said, "Excuse me, ma'am. Are you planning on getting a divorce soon? If you are, I can recommend a lawyer for you—for free."

I froze. That familiar voice shot through me like electricity, and my heart tightened.

A hand with long, distinct knuckles held out a business card. I took it. Staring at the gold-lettered card, two familiar words jumped out at me.

Dylan Powell—the man I thought I'd never see again. And now, he was going to be my divorce lawyer, of all things.

We'd been childhood friends. At one point, I'd even seen him as my rival.

I'd always been competitive, ever since I was little. I hated losing and always wanted to be first. But Dylan—this kid who'd appeared out of nowhere—seemed to take my top spot without even trying.

He'd moved in when I was in elementary school. Our moms were best friends. From their talks, I learned all about him.

Dylan's father had left them for a wealthy woman without a second thought.

When I found out, I felt sorry for Dylan. That afternoon, I sat in front of him, reached out like a tough big sister, and ruffled his hair. "You don't have a dad anymore. From now on, I'll be your dad."

*****

A loud bang pulled me back to the present. I frowned and looked toward the front door.

Randall roughly tore off his tie and threw his suit aside. He stared at me with a dark, bitter glare. "Selene, you actually hired a lawyer to file for divorce?" My full name was Selene Pearson.

I swirled the expensive coffee in my cup and laughed. I tilted my head and looked at him. "Didn't you say you wanted a divorce? What's wrong with me getting a lawyer?"

He still glared at me fiercely, letting out two cold, scornful huffs. "So you really only married me for money."

I rolled my eyes. "I made a mistake. I should've booked you a brain appointment, too, not just a men's health exam."

I set my cup down casually. "Your family used to have money, but your deadbeat dad wasted it all and ran away, didn't he? Your mom only invested two hundred thousand dollars. Didn't she get that money back later? When I met you, you weren't rich anymore. Can you really say Scott Group has nothing to do with me?"

He hadn't expected me to tear down his pride so ruthlessly. His eyes turned red at once. He clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles paled, and he punched the wall.

Randall shouted, "Shut up!"

Well, I'd almost forgotten.

He had two big triggers—his father, and the truth that Scott Group only succeeded because of me.

And I'd hit both of them perfectly.