I Listed My Hubby’s “Use” On Thrift App

Chapter 3 I Want to File for Divorce

Everything spiraled completely out of control on the fifth day.

At eight ten in the morning, a crowd blocked my path right inside the company lobby.

Randal's parents, Jared Roper and Helen Roper, had shown up with dozens of other relatives from the Roper family.

"That's her, the cruel woman!" Helen pointed straight at me the second she spotted me. "She sold my own son off!"

Jared pushed his way through the surrounding crowd.

A sharp c***k rang out. He slapped me hard across the cheek.

The loud sound drew every eye in the lobby toward us.

I did not flinch or shift an inch from my spot.

I only ran my tongue across the corner of my mouth, tasting the metallic tang of blood.

"You worthless trash!" Jared raised his hand to strike again after yelling, but one of his relatives grabbed him and held him back.

Taking advantage of the chaos, other relatives stormed into the office workspace. They knocked over filing cabinets and smashed office computers.

Helen dropped down onto the polished marble floor, slapping her thighs and wailing at the top of her lungs. "I can't go on living! Pay us five hundred thousand dollars for emotional damages, or I'll die right here!"

Several onlookers pulled out their cell phones and started live-streaming.

Every stream's camera locked onto the bright handprint marking my cheek.

This worked perfectly for my plan.

I pulled out my own phone in full view of everyone and dialed the local police number.

Officers arrived soon after and escorted the entire group away.

Inside the mediation room at the police station, Helen repeated her old trick. She clutched her chest and slowly sank toward the floor, pretending to collapse.

An ambulance arrived with blaring sirens minutes later.

Using fake medical paperwork as leverage, the Roper family started firing threatening text messages at my phone.

Jared: Queenie, you knocked Helen to the ground, and you have to cover all her medical bills. Refuse, and we'll sue you for bodily harm.

On the sixth workday, the HR department summoned me to sign an official notice.

The document put me on indefinite unpaid suspension.

Their official reason read that my personal legal conflicts had badly harmed the company's public reputation.

I stared down at the stamped official paper, picked up a pen, and signed my name without hesitation.

A short beep sounded from the access gate behind me as I stepped outside the building; the company had already changed my entry passcode.

I paused my steps and glanced upward at the giant company logo fixed on the top floor.

Bright sunlight burned harshly into my eyes.

I pulled my phone out of my handbag and dialed a contact I had not spoken to in years.

The call connected after a few rings.

"Hi, is this attorney Vince Oden?" I asked. "It's Queenie. I want to file for divorce, and sue my husband for cheating during our marriage, plus hiding shared marital assets. I'm also pressing defamation, extortion, and bodily injury charges against his entire family. I've got plenty of proof to back every single claim."