She defeats her ex-husband and rises to become a billionaire

Chapter 4 We're Already Divorced

"Long time no see," he said with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be an employee of our company now."

This instantly caught my colleagues' interest. They all joked that I knew the big boss but never said a word, and they insisted on dragging me to a bar to celebrate.

I wanted to decline. After all, I rarely joined in such occasions since I got married to James. But the investor insisted that understanding the local nightlife was also part of market research, and he would treat.

At the bar, I wanted to order a glass of lemonade, but Tom stopped me. "Hey, newbie, don't be so stiff if you want to fit into the team. This is your first team-building event. Don't be so serious like a lawyer."

In order to fit into the team, I had to drink. The alcohol made my world spin. The singing of my colleagues exploded in my ears. One figure became three, and the blurry images were swaying in front of my eyes.

I forced myself up and staggered out of the private booth. This was the first time I had drunk so much alcohol. During my marriage to James, I didn't even dare take a sip of red wine.

"Do you need any help?" Mr. Smith, the investor, suddenly appeared beside me. I instinctively took a step back. "No thanks. I'm gonna hit the restroom."

I rushed into the restroom and puked my guts out in the toilet. My stomach was in turmoil, and I even vomited out bile. I rinsed my mouth several times, but the sour and bitter taste still lingered in my throat.

"Looks like someone still has a low tolerance for alcohol."

This voice made me freeze up. I looked up at the mirror. James was leaning against the doorframe, wearing a suit and tie. He looked so elegant, like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Maybe it was the alcohol that gave me the courage. I looked straight at him. "People can change. From now on, I won't let myself be wronged for anyone anymore."

I turned around to leave, but he blocked my way. "Is this what you meant when you said you'd never show up in front of me again?"

"I'm here on a business trip," I explained subconsciously, but then immediately realized I was falling back into my old habit. "Besides, this isn't your private territory. If you don't want to see me, you can leave."

This was the first time I had spoken to him in such a tone. The dizziness brought by the alcohol actually made me unusually clear-headed. I could finally stand up straight and face this man.

When I got back to the private booth, I was smiling extremely happily. Turns out I could really stop being that humble person.

When we left in the early morning, everyone was drunk. Tom, the project manager, suggested taking taxis and said five of us would need two cars.

"Emma can take my car," Mr. Smith suddenly said, his tone brooking no argument.

I felt the ambiguous looks from my other colleagues. When I was at the law firm, with James as a golden ticket, no one ever dared to have any ideas about me. Now I really felt the pressure of the workplace's unspoken rules.

"No thanks. I'll stick with everyone..." I stepped back, but my colleagues booed and pushed me towards Mr. Smith's car.

Just as the car door was about to close, a hand pulled me out. James was standing in the moonlight, his eyes as cold as ice. "Don't worry about my wife."

"What? You're married?" My colleagues' surprised voices rang out one after another.

James stuffed me into his Porsche. Huddled in the back seat, I was already thinking about how to submit my resignation tomorrow. Having offended the investor, I won't be able to keep this job.

"Take me back to the Hilton Hotel," I whispered.

"You think I'm your chauffeur?" he sneered and stepped on the accelerator to the floor. The car sped through the night, and I fought back the urge to vomit.

Gradually, the surrounding high-rise buildings disappeared, and the streetlights became sparse. This definitely ain't the way to the hotel.

"Where are you taking me?" I panicked and tried to pull the car door, only to find it was locked.

He just drove in silence and finally pulled up at his Boston villa. Without a word, he dragged me into the house and threw me onto the big bed in the master bedroom.

"So, how do you want tomorrow's headlines to go? 'Financial Tycoon's Ex-Wife Has a Late-Night Encounter with Mysterious Billionaire'?" He looked down at me.

"We're already divorced! And no one knows me at all," I retorted. It was true. For three years of our marriage, he never once publicly admitted who I was. Even his assistant thought I was just a housekeeper.

"Really?" He leaned down, his eyes dangerous. "Then why do you think Smith is so interested in you? Do you think he doesn't know who you are?"

"Do you think I don't know why Smith is interested in you?" James's voice dripped with sarcasm. "So, after the divorce, you're eager to climb up the social ladder?"

I opened my mouth. It should be me who was angry. What right does he have to force me here? But remembering the experience in the restaurant that night, I shrank back. It was just the two of us in this villa. I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I angered him.

Seeing that I didn't say a word, his finger suddenly lifted my chin. The look in his eyes reminded me of a predator sizing up its prey.

Then, he kissed me. This kiss was completely different from before. In the past three years, he had never been gentle. Every time it was like he was venting, leaving only pain and humiliation.

But now, his kiss was incredibly gentle, almost making me feel like I was being loved. It wasn't until his hand started getting a little too friendly that I snapped out of it.

"Stop!" I pushed him away forcefully. "We're already divorced!"