After the divorce : my ex-wife became a billionaire.

Double face

"Your father said you could choose not to return there now, but you had to accept Angle Group in Frayton. It's a subsidiary of Lloyd Group. You must ensure that the group's profit for the current year is five points higher than the previous."

"He said you could refuse, but Freeman Group could end up very badly as a result."

Lyra clenched her teeth in hatred.

Before old Mr. Freeman's death, she had promised to help Freeman Group, so she couldn't let anything happen to them.

Her father had clearly known her weak point this time, but instead of using it to threaten her to come back home, he wanted her to take control of Angle Group.

What is he scheming, actually?

"Okay, as he wishes!"

Lyra took a pen, signed her name, and took the black card worth thirty billion dollars.

the card and shook her head

Just a few minutes ago, she was so poor and had only ten dollars in her pocket, not even enough to pay for a taxi back home. So, was this a sudden fortune?

Due to the previous agreement with her father, her bank account had been frozen. Furthermore, according to the agreement, she had to hide her true identity.

In recent years, her snobbish mother and sister-in-law hadn't even looked at her properly, just because she was poor.

How would they react when they found out that she is actually the youngest daughter of the Lloyd family, Lyra Lloyd, one of the richest women in the country?

She remembers, before regaining her memory, her best friend from the orphanage was dying, and she had gone to Fiona Lee, her stepmother, on her knees, begging her to lend her some money.

Fiona proudly pulled out a platinum credit card, but instead of handing it to her, she just wanted to show it off:

"Guess how much money is in here? A million! You've never seen so much money in your life, have you?"

"But I won't lend you a penny! Instead, I'm going to use it to buy dog food! Because your poor friend isn't as good as a pet dog in my eyes."

Lyra clenched her fists, furious as she remembered the past. If given the chance, she would love to teach these two snobs a lesson! An eye for an eye!

While she pondered, Lyra was suddenly grabbed by the wrist. When she turned around, she found it was Fiona.

Fiona held her chin high, looking disgusted and displeased as she stared at her. A few wealthy women were right behind her, holding numerous shopping bags. It looked like they had just finished their shopping.

Lyra stashed her card in her bag while maintaining her demeanor.

"What's new?"

Initially, Fiona was stunned, as she didn't expect Lyra's attitude to be so cold. Lyra used to be so timid whenever she saw Fiona.

"Who gave you permission to go out and make a fool of yourself? Are your chores done? Is lunch ready? If my little boy goes hungry because of you, I'll kill you. Look at what you're wearing! You've been married for years, but you still look as poor as ever. It's disgraceful."

"Me? A disgrace?"

What Fiona said seemed like a big joke to her.

"After I married your son, you deliberately fired all the servants and forced me to quit my job. I had to do all the laundry and cooking for your son. I did everything you wanted, but were you ever satisfied? And you never had enough. You accused me of stealing your jewelry, but you just wanted to hold onto the stocks that old Mr. Freeman left me. And you forced me to kneel in the pouring rain. Have you forgotten all that?"

The wealthy women behind Fiona were surprised to hear what she said. Even though they all knew Fiona was unkind to her daughter-in-law, they didn't expect her to be so furious.

When they saw that something was happening between the two, the wealthy women all made excuses and left.

"What... What are you talking about?!"

Fiona tried to interrupt Lyra multiple times, but Lyra was speaking so quickly that she was taken aback by her words and never had a chance to speak.

"You know very well."

Lyra proudly lifted her chin, her gaze stern:

"I put up with you in the past, but if you dare to cause trouble for me in the future, I'll make sure you regret it!"

Fiona was astonished by her sudden boldness. Was this still her timid daughter-in-law, Lyra?

"So, you were just pretending all along!"

The more Fiona thought about it, the angrier she became.

"I won't let you off the hook today. I'll tell Melvin and force him to divorce you! Even if you beg me on your knees, I'll still kick you out of my family!"

Fiona clenched her teeth and looked threatening.

Lyra chuckled, disdain evident on her face.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something. Ten minutes ago, Melvin and I just got divorced. Even if you beg me on your knees, I won't set foot in the Freeman mansion anymore."

Divorced? Right this instant?

Impossible! Was this peasant girl so desperate to stay in the Freeman family that she finally gave up? Fiona looked at Lyra's retreating back suspiciously and to confirm what Lyra said, she called Melvin immediately.

"Melvin, did you really get divorced?"

Melvin responded with a "hmm" and suddenly furrowed his brows:

"I just signed the papers. Who told you?"

"Who else could it be? I ran into Lyra on the way. That wench just yelled at me."

Her face was radiating anger. But as she thought about it, she burst into laughter.

"But great! You're finally divorced. She's just an ordinary woman the old man picked up from the orphanage. How could she be worthy of my excellent son? She should've been kicked out of the family a long time ago."

Melvin pursed his lips. His mood was now the opposite of his mother's exuberance. There was even a touch of irritation and guilt.

Before today, he had thought that Lyra wouldn't readily accept the divorce, so he had prepared three million dollars and a villa in advance as compensation. But in the end, she was the one who asked for the divorce, and she accepted no compensation from him.

After the divorce, she had no money and no family around her. How would she live in the future?

Anyway, when she was desperate, she would just come to him.

...

Lyra took a taxi back to the villa where she and Melvin lived alone. This place had witnessed all her suffering over the past three years. The memories were so overwhelming that she didn't want to evoke them again.

After a small garden in front of the villa, she went upstairs to pack her bags. After packing, she didn't want to stay in the villa for another second. However, just as she descended to the first floor, a woman in the hallway seemed to have noticed her and turned around.

It was Charlotte in a snow-white dress. She smiled warmly.

"Lyra, it's been a while."

Lyra froze. She didn't expect to meet Charlotte here. They had just divorced, and Melvin had given Charlotte the villa key. Was she ready to move in? Apparently, he really loved Charlotte that much.

Lyra felt disgusted in her heart, but she still smiled gracefully as she descended the stairs.

Seeing her elegant manners, Charlotte stopped and smiled again:

"Lyra, it's only been a few years, and you're becoming more and more like Mrs. Freeman. Oops, I said what I shouldn't have."

Charlotte covered her mouth with her hands and smiled awkwardly:

"I forgot that you just divorced Melvin. You're no longer Mrs. Freeman."

Lyra knew very well that Charlotte was here to flaunt. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she wore a radiant smile.

"I've had enough of Melvin. Please, you can have him. But try to be a bit more patient next time. You're coming across more as a mistress."

Upon hearing these words, the smile faded quickly from Charlotte's face, and she frowned at Lyra.

"Melvin and I love each other deeply. If it weren't for you, he and I would have been together long ago. You're a shameless and despicable mistress."

Lyra shot her a sarcastic look:

"You'll find out soon enough who the mistress really is."

After saying that, she didn't want to linger any longer. She passed by Charlotte and was about to leave when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

She turned around and saw Charlotte's pitiful face. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, as if she had suffered greatly.

"Lyra, I'm sorry. I've always treated you like a good friend. I just wanted to visit you. I mean no harm. I didn't know you had just divorced. I really didn't mean anything else. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

"Why are you pretending?"

She sniffed and was about to shake Charlotte's hand. However, Charlotte suddenly followed her movement and gently fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

If someone were watching from afar, it would seem like Lyra had pushed Charlotte to the ground. Oh, this was interesting.

Lyra coldly watched the drama she had created. If she was right, Melvin must be back and standing at the door observing them now.

As expected, she heard a sudden roar of rage behind her.

"What are you doing?!"