Divorced, She Became a Powerhouse

Chapter 3 Thinking About Him Every Day

Anastasia used to tolerate Serena's spoiled, bratty behavior, all in the hopes that Garrett might one day appreciate her efforts to change.

But now? Garrett meant nothing to her, and the rest of the Stone family even less.

Seeing the cold fury in Anastasia's eyes, Serena shrank back, her voice turning shrill with fear.

"Murder! Help, someone! This b***h is trying to kill me!"

Anastasia wasn't going to put up with it anymore. Grabbing a mop from the corner, she strode forward. "Still calling me a b***h, huh?"

This time, Anastasia wasn't holding back. All her pent-up rage, both old and new, was about to be unleashed.

She brought the mop down hard, the smack echoing through the room.

"This one's for your filthy mouth."

Another strike. "And this is for your utter lack of decency. If you can't learn respect, I'll happily teach you myself!"

*****

Serena, who had never once faced resistance from Anastasia, screamed as the mop came down again and again.

The household staff, watching from the sidelines, didn't dare step in.

When Anastasia finally had enough, she tossed the mop aside and delivered a swift kick to Serena's side. The girl curled up in pain, her face bruised and tear-streaked.

"Next time you step outside, you better think twice before running your mouth. Call me a b***h again, and it won't end with just a mop."

With a casual flick of her wrist, Anastasia sent a nearby vase crashing to the floor, shards scattering across the floor.

Serena, too frightened to even whimper, stayed silent.

Anastasia, feeling quite satisfied, stepped outside into the crisp air to meet up with her friend, Tessa.

"So, did he see the divorce papers?"

Tessa grinned, barely containing her excitement. "I bet the cheap bastard's face was priceless when he saw them!"

"He hasn't signed yet," Anastasia replied coolly.

"But he will. I'll make sure he pays back everything he owes me."

"Good riddance," Tessa muttered, handing her a file.

"These two companies sent their offers yesterday. They both want you to come out of 'retirement'."

Anastasia glanced through the proposals, her expression thoughtful.

"Garrett's company is after the Ravenshade development rights too?"

"Yep," Tessa confirmed.

"If you don't step in soon, this company might as well be mine!"

It had been a long time since Tessa had seen Anastasia this focused, and she couldn't help but ask, "So, what's your plan? You're not seriously thinking of letting Garrett have it again, right?"

Anastasia didn't even look up, her voice sharp and resolute.

"This time, we're having it."

*****

Tessa wasn't just Anastasia's best friend. She was also her business partner.

Everyone in the company knew there was a mysterious, elusive co-owner besides Tessa, someone who only made decisions on major projects.

No one but Tessa knew that Anastasia was that co-owner, the industry-renowned investment genius known as Pearl.

In the business world, there was a saying—Whatever Pearl invests in turns to gold. She had never missed.

"Everything's in place," Tessa said, "but there's one catch."

"What is it?" Anastasia's sharp gaze narrowed with curiosity.

"The other company's CEO wants to meet you in person," Tessa explained, sitting across from her. "He's invited you to lunch."

Anastasia's fingers paused mid-tap on the desk. She stared at the screen displaying the restaurant address, amusement sparking in her eyes.

"Well, if he's that eager, who are we to refuse?"

*****

When they arrived at the restaurant, two familiar figures walked toward them.

The man wore a perfectly tailored black suit, silver cufflinks gleaming under the soft lights.

Beside him, a woman in a white wool coat whispered something in his ear, making him chuckle as he playfully ruffled her hair.

It was none other than her soon-to-be ex-husband Garrett and the very woman who'd made her life hell, Delilah.

Delilah spotted them first, immediately tensing and shrinking into Garrett's side.

Garrett, irritated, assumed Anastasia had come to cause trouble. In his mind, her divorce request had been nothing more than a ploy to win him back.

"Don't worry," he murmured to Delilah, his arm tightening around her. He then turned to Anastasia with a dismissive smirk. "Here to stalk me again?"

Anastasia found him laughable, not even worth engaging. "Tessa, let's go. We have more important things to do."

She wasn't interested in confrontation, but some people were simply too dense to avoid it.

"Anastasia, long time no see."

*****

Delilah, ever the actress, approached with a sweet smile and reached for Anastasia's hand. "I was just thinking about inviting you out for afternoon tea. What a coincidence running into you here!"

Anastasia pulled her hand back, a smirk tugging at her lips as she studied Delilah.

It was almost laughable how this woman could act so innocent, knowing full well she was anything but.

This was the same Delilah who had sworn to leave Garrett alone for ten million dollars, only to come crawling back when it suited her.

Now here she was, playing the victim as if nothing had ever happened.

"Well, looks like life abroad wasn't so great after all, huh? You come back, and the first thing you do is steal someone else's husband."

Delilah's face paled, her nails digging into her palms as hatred flashed in her eyes. If Garrett weren't standing there, she would've torn Anastasia's face apart.

"Anya, I know you hate me, but Gare and I... we're truly in love. And true love is not a crime. I spent two years abroad thinking about him every day. I just want to be by his side."

Anastasia listened to Delilah's pathetic excuses, finding it all increasingly absurd.

"You've really managed to romanticize being a mistress," Anastasia replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But hey, if you love the trash that much, you can have him."