The Rich Ex-Wife Strikes Back

Divorced Paper

"Sign this!" pleaded Sebastien, who handed me a document.

"Divorce papers?" I asked after reading the paper I had to sign.

Sebastien Jones, the man who married me a year ago, looked at me indifferently as he urged me to sign the divorce papers, however, I didn't know what the reason for our divorce was as I thought we had been fine. As a wife, I did everything to please Sebastien.

When Sebastien said that he wanted a wife who didn't work, I immediately resigned from my job as a marketing manager. I served as a full-time housewife. Living with Sebastien's mother and younger sister, I had to take care of their needs, from cooking to washing their clothes. And I'm still doing well without complaining at all today.

"Why? Aren't we moving to New York tomorrow?"

"Huh? Do you think I'm going to New York with a village girl like you? I'm going to New York and start a business there. I'm going to hang out with the upper-class people. I'd be embarrassed to take a woman like you with me."

"I thought you loved me. If you love me, you should accept me for who I am."

Sebastien laughed mockingly. "Love? You stupid woman! I admit you're pretty and you entertain me enough in bed, but how could I fall in love with you. You're just a poor, useless orphan girl. I've had enough of you and it's time to return you to your despicable place."

"So, you didn't love me all this time?"

"No, I never loved you a bit. So, quickly sign the divorce papers and leave my house!"

My hands were shaking and I couldn't hold back my tears as I reached for a pen and wrote my signature on the divorce papers. For a year, I lived under the illusion that Sebastien loved me. I devoted myself to Sebastien and his family, doing whatever they told me to do. I even had a miscarriage three months ago because I was exhausted from organizing Sebastien's mother's birthday banquet. I did all that because I love Sebastien and I believe that love requires sacrifice. But this is what I got.

"Darling!"

I turned my head towards the door of the room after hearing a female voice. There stood a woman wearing a gold sequined dress with a low cleavage so that part of her breast poked out. She was Jennifer, a beautiful model who was Sebastien's ex-girlfriend.

Jennifer walked past me, and stopped beside Sebastien. "What took you so long, darling? The guests have arrived," she said as she gently rubbed Sebastien's arm.

Sebastien, who was staring at Jennifer, put one hand on his cheek. "I need time to get this hag to sign our divorce papers."

Jennifer's gaze shifted to me. "Have you signed them yet? A woman like you doesn't belong with Sebastien, so stop dreaming!"

"Calm down, darling, he's already signed them. She's not my wife anymore and you're already the only woman in my life," Sebastien said.

Jennifer smiled as she rested her head on Sebastien's shoulder. "Good then, let's go downstairs because the guests are waiting for us."

This time Sebastien looked at me, but there was no gentle face and sweet smile like the one given to Jennifer, but rather a look of disgust that seemed to stare at me like a very disturbing object. "Pack your things and get out of my house!" he ordered.

I bit my inner lip hard to divert some of my hurt to the two people who looked intimate in front of me, without considering my feelings at all.

"You're going to regret treating me like this, Sebastien Jones," I said after failing to suppress my inner turmoil.

Instantly Sebastien and Jennifer laughed at me at which point it became clear that they were underestimating me.

"Why would I regret leaving you, when I have Jennifer Logan by my side? You're just trash compared to Jennifer."

Jennifer grabbed Sebastien's arm, flaunting a more intimate affection for me. "Even if you covered yourself in diamonds, you wouldn't be on my level."

I was too stupid not to understand the meaning of Sebastien's changed demeanor in the past few months. I was too stupid to misinterpret love. I wondered if maybe the female voice I heard on Sebastien's phone was Jennifer. While I was lying in pain from the miscarriage, they were having fun behind my back.

"What are you standing here for again? Didn't you hear what Sebastien said? Hurry up and pack your things and get out of this house! Don't let the guests downstairs see you because you'll only embarrass Sebastien." Jennifer said haughtily as if she wanted to show herself as the new Mrs. Jones.

Sebastien put his hands on Jennifer's waist. "Never mind, dear. We should greet our guests downstairs."

Sebastien's hand that wasn't held by Jennifer pointed a forefinger at me and one eyebrow raised as he looked at me with a haughty face. "Look, there's not a single thing you can take out of this house because it's all mine. In addition to the divorce papers, you have also signed an agreement that you will not demand any property in our divorce proceedings."

I just stayed where I was with my jaw hardened holding back the flood of emotions that were mixed up in me. He really treated me like a piece of trash that he could throw away at any time. If he thinks I need his treasure, then he's wrong. What kind of treasure has he given me anyway? A wedding ring with less than half a carat of diamonds?

I stared briefly at the cheap ring on my ring finger. Even if I knew it was only a hundred dollars, I once felt so proud to have it. Thinking that the little diamond was a symbol of sincerity and a bond of my and Sebastien's eternal love. I took the ring off after a full year of wearing it, making a color contrast on my ring finger.

"Do you mean this ring that's sold for nothing?" I asked, and then I threw the ring away, saying, "Just take this ring because I don't need it either."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "It's good that you're self-aware. Don't bring anything other than yourself and the clothes you're wearing right now!"

They turned and walked away hand in hand, leaving me standing like an i***t with a part of me still rejecting the truth that was clearly in front of my eyes even after being insulted so lowly, I still held on to that speck of hope and said that what he said earlier was a lie.

Ah, I must have gone crazy from love. Love? What exactly is love that makes me willing to sacrifice like this?

With a very deep heartache, I picked up my cell phone that was on the bed, then searched for Grandpa's number in my contacts that I had long ignored. For years, I refused to go back to my only family. I kept thinking that all I needed was true love from the man I loved. And yet it turns out love is a lie.

Despite my hesitation, I called Grandpa. And it didn't take long for him to receive my call.

"Good evening, my dear granddaughter. You finally contacted your old Grandpa," Grandpa said, making his voice sound very weak as if he was dying. Even though I knew for 60 years old, he was still very healthy.

"Grandpa, I give up, I'm going back to New York. So, can you have someone to pick me up?"

"Of course, my dear. Where are you now?” He asked, “But, what's wrong with your voice? Did something hurt you?"

I took a deep breath, always exhaling it through my mouth at this point. I didn't want to tell Grandpa, because I thought that if I told him now, then I would definitely burst into tears, whereas I didn't want to show my vulnerable side to Grandpa.

"I'll send you my location," I said, then disconnected the phone without waiting for a response from Grandpa.

I circulated my gaze across the prison room I shared with Sebastien during our marriage. In that bed he had once said that I was the most beautiful woman and would make me the only woman in his life. However, everything he said and did was a trick.

Without taking anything with me, other than the clothes I was wearing and my cell phone that I had before I met Sebastien, I left the room. As I descended the stairs to the first floor, I saw the people who had gathered for Sebastien's farewell party. They were looking at one point, which was Sebastien, who was embracing Jennifer.

"Now that I'm divorced from Chloe, I'm going to announce that Jennifer and I are getting engaged as soon as we arrive in New York.”

Hearing the announcement, people clapped and congratulated them on their engagement. I smiled bitterly realizing that no one had expected me to be there.

Stephanie, Sebastien's sister, who was married to a rich old man, approached me along with her mother.

"Mom, aren't we short of servants at this party?" Stephanie asked.

"Yes, look there's so much to do. We need more servants."

Stephanie folded her arms and looked me up and down. "Hey, poor woman, since my mom and I are being kind, I'll give you a job," Stephanie said.

I just stared at them sharply before walking away. I didn't have the energy to deal with them. For a year I had been patient enough with all their insults to me. I didn't want to stay another second in that house and see the face of Sebastien who had hurt me.

"Gosh, look at the behavior of that poor, ignorant woman, Mom. I'm sure she'll regret refusing my offer."

I had sent the location to Grandpa and he had replied that the person he was looking for would be arriving soon to pick me up. I waited for him in front of the fence of Sebastien's family home.

I looked up at the dark sky that showed no moon or stars. It was as if I understood that my heart was as cold as that autumn sky. I hated to cry, but I couldn't hold back my tears as I realized that the year of scorn and sacrifice I'd made was all for nothing. The love I thought would bring me happiness was just a hollow hope.

A blue car with a prancing horse logo pulled up in front of me. I thought for a moment that it might be the car of one of Sebastien's party guests because there was no way Grandpa's staff would use such a luxurious car to pick me up. However, when the driver got out of the car right in front of me, my eyes immediately widened at the sight of the man.

"Alexander Volkovich," I said in a voice so small that I doubted he could hear me.

Alexander smiled. "Good evening, Little Princess, your prince has come to fetch you.”