Chapter 2
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Catching their expectant gaze, I suddenly lashed out with both hands, slapping them hard across their faces.
Stunned by my attack, they hadn't even reacted when I grabbed their hair, yanking and pulling violently.
I ripped out at least hundreds of strands, bringing tears to their eyes from the pain.
"Choose? To hell with your choices! You two losers, worthless trash, confusing disgust with love. Screw you both! I'm done with your bullshit!"
The two struggled desperately under my grip. Homer started cursing loudly.
"Damn it! You crazy woman, I'm going to divorce you! Let go! My hair! I won't let you get away with this!"
As a taekwondo black belt and kickboxing champion, dealing with these two weaklings was child's play for me.
Without mercy, I kicked Homer right in the groin.
"Ahhh!!!!"
Homer's family jewels were smashed. He clutched his crotch in agony and fell to his knees, humiliated.
His face contorted with pain. One hand on his crotch, the other trembling as he pointed at me.
"You, you, you! Vera! You crazy woman! You're nothing but a psycho b***h! I want a divorce!"
I spat back. "Ha! Remember this, I'm the one who doesn't want you anymore!"
With that, I turned and stormed off. Behind me, I could still hear Flora's concerned voice.
"Homer, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? Vera, that's too harsh. No matter what, she shouldn't treat you like this!"
Homer, seething with rage, cursed me. "Vera, just you wait, you'll regret this!"
'Regret?! What a joke!'
I only regretted marrying him in the first place.
But thinking of all those little moments we shared in the past, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, and I realized I could never forgive Homer.
I could never forgive how the man who once loved me so deeply had changed.
I wanted to confront him, to ask what all our past memories meant.
What about his words "I love you" and "I'll take care of you for life"?
He was the only pillar that supported me through that long period...
How did it all fall apart like this?
Walking out of the hotel doors, I saw a stretch Lincoln parked outside, with a smiling man wearing gold-rimmed glasses standing next to it.
I recognized him as the secretary of the Garfield family's patriarch, Wilson.
Seeing me come out, he approached and invited me into the car.
"Please get in the car, Miss Garcia. Mr. Garfield would like to see you."
'Wilson wants to see me?!' My eyes narrowed suspiciously.
I complied and got into the car.
The tip-off that led me here to catch them red-handed was from an unknown text message, and the two people I caught cheating were Wilson's nephew and his fiancée.
And as soon as I came out, his secretary was waiting for me there.
I refused to believe he was not involved in all of this.
But... I wondered. 'What does Wilson want to see me for?'
I recalled the descriptions of this Garfield family's power holder from the outside world.
"Young talent" and "talent envied by the heavens" were the two phrases used to describe him before and after the car accident, respectively.
The only constant was the word "talent", which was enough to demonstrate his excellence and strength.
Only idiots like Homer and Flora would think that Wilson was finished after a car accident.
So what did he want with me?
A bold guess formed in my mind. Perhaps I had another choice!
The car arrived at its destination, and I saw Wilson.
Even sitting in a wheelchair, the refined and handsome man still couldn't hide the air of authority about him.
I suddenly remembered the first time I met Wilson.
At that time, I had just married Homer and was paying a visit to the head of the Garfield family as per my mother's instructions.
I had expected him to be an extremely difficult person to deal with, but he sat in the shadows and only asked me one question, his voice tinged with a faint melancholy.
"Miss Garcia, are you truly certain about marrying Homer?!"
I was stunned by the question and could only dumbfoundedly ask in return, "What else?"
He shook his head, chuckled lightly, and then simply said, "I understand. Please see Miss Garcia out."
After that, I never saw him again.
All my knowledge of him came from various online reports, filled with praise and admiration.
Unfortunately, the latest news about him was:
"Garfielf Family's Owner Wilson's Car Accident"
Thinking of this, I looked sympathetically at his legs covered by the blanket.
Was it really true that he could never stand up again?
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