I Divorced Him and Took Back Everything

Chapter 6 Why Are You Crying?

"You should get a genetic test. I think you have an extra Y chromosome." I wore a faint smile. I had no energy to bicker with him.

He'd come home late for only one reason. My lawyer had contacted him and told him about the hidden clause in our property deal.

It was part of Brielle's will.

I tossed a printed copy of the documents at him. "You didn't read this carefully back then. I'll explain it to you today."

I crossed my arms and lay on the sofa, watching him, half-hidden in the shadow.

I said, "This clause was your mom's last will. If we divorce, we split everything equally—including the company."

His face turned pale at once. He flipped through the papers furiously, his fingers shaking with rage.

I kept going. "I own 20% of the company as my pre-marital asset. That won't be divided. For the other 80%, we each take half."

"Dream on," he said through his teeth. He tore the agreement to pieces in anger.

I shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I still have the original. Tear it all you want."

I spoke to him calmly. "My lawyer wrote the divorce papers. Sign them, and we'll split everything fairly. If you refuse, I'll sue you for cheating. Then you'll leave with nothing."

Randall's face burned red with anger. Finally, he snarled a threat, slammed the door, and left.

I clicked my tongue softly.

But I was truly curious. If his "pure and perfect" Adara had known he was deep in debt back then, would she have stayed with him without hesitation?

With that thought, I picked up my phone and sent Adara a message: I talked to your Randy. Either we split all his assets in half, or he gets nothing. But you two are true love, so I'm sure you won't care. Oh, and I got the bank records of all the money he spent on you. Be ready to pay it back.

As for how I had her contact—she'd added me on w******p first. She'd wanted to challenge me and start a fight.

She replied instantly, firing off several rude, angry lines. I could feel her fury through the screen.

I ignored her and opened another chat.

My messages with Dylan only covered professional topics. There was nothing personal between us, like we were nothing more than lawyer and client.

I typed and deleted, over and over. I had so many questions for him, but I didn't know how to start. I didn't know how to ask about the ten years he'd disappeared. I didn't know how to explain that I'd gotten married.

My mind drifted back to the past. I remembered one afternoon during PE class when I'd run on my period and collapsed.

Dylan carried me to the nurse's office and stayed with me the whole time. When I opened my eyes, his face was wet with tears.

I said weakly, "Why are you crying?"

He held my hand. "You were bleeding so much. Did you know that?"

I laughed out loud. "This is just normal for girls."

Dylan said nothing, then pulled a heating pad from his shirt. "Put this on."

He turned around, walked out, and closed the door gently.

When I used the heating pad, something suddenly hit me. His mom had died covered in blood. On the day of her funeral, he'd stood under the cherry blossom tree and cried uncontrollably.

Was he scared of losing me?