Chapter 7
actually like that! People are truly unpredictable!”
ple are truly unprec
My chat with
my former colleague quickly filled with exclamation marks, accompanied by a few reaction stickers.
“I can’t believe Mr. Grant
“Yvonne,
don’t be too
upset. He’s not worth it. And that Natasha? I knew something was off about her from the beginning.”
Chapter 7
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Public image was finally torn apart, revealing nothing but disgrace and ugliness.
I had finally shed the heaviest burden in my life. Whatever emotions Michael had–joy, anger, sorrow–no longer had anything to do with me.
me, Michael was like a lost bird with nowhere to perch, aimlessly fluttering through the sky.
With
In the end, after wandering around, he returned alone to our former home.
We had been together for eight years. There had to be some residual feelings. But whatever was left was never enough to make me turn back.
Michael had rarely drunk at home before. The lingering smell of alcohol now hung in the air–a nightmare for someone with his level of obsession.
But today, he was completely drunk in his own home.
He couldn’t understand why I forgave him 32 times before, but this time, I refused to back down and insisted on divorce.
I was the only one who knew the truth. Years of disappointment and silent anger had finally burst the dam of our relationship.
A man who flirted with legal boundaries was bound to break the law someday. A man who toyed with emotional boundaries was doomed to lose his love one day.
When Natasha heard about his situation, she rushed over to our house.
In the past, no matter how brazen she acted in front of me, I was still Michael’s legal wife. No matter how smug she was, the law didn’t recognize her. Now that I had initiated the divorce, it was the perfect chance for her to take my place.
Natasha looked at the despondent Michael, thinking it was exactly what she wanted–he was fragile and sensitive now, the perfect time for a gentle and attentive woman to step in.
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“Michael, I’ve heard about Yvonne,” she said gently. “But it’s in the past. Let it go. A new life is waiting for you… Let me make you some hangover soup. Natasha was always good at cooking. Even in an unfamiliar kitchen, she moved with ease. Or maybe it was just that she always knew how to maneuver effortlessly around Michael.
While she was in the kitchen, her phone suddenly rang.
Michael, still dazed, sat up and picked it up. He was going to hand it to her, but when he saw it was just spam, he absentmindedly hung up.
Then, something made him open her phone.
Natasha had always insisted she and Michael were more than just friends with benefits, that there was emotional resonance, that there was potential for more. After all this time, Michael had never questioned what Natasha might be hiding. He never expected to find so many posts set as visible only to me.
Post after post, flaunting how much Michael adored her, how they were a perfect match.
For all these years, he had no idea the humiliation Lendured. He only ever brushed it off, calling Natasha his sex friend.
Rage surged through him as he stormed into the kitchen.
Natasha, still smiling, turned to greet him. “You’re so impatient! The soup isn’t ready yet–do you want a taste?”
He pushed away her spoon and pulled up the posts on the phone. “Natasha, what is this? Explain this to me! Did you forget what I said before? You’ve gone too far!” Natasha paled when she saw the screen and the fury in his eyes.
She grabbed his sleeve, pleading, “Michael, let me explain-
“Let go of me!” Drunken and unsteady, Michael’s eyes were bloodshot. “That’s why Yvonne wanted a divorce. That’s why she was so determined–it’s all your
fault!”
He pointed at the door and roared, “Get out! Get out!”
Natasha looked at him, her sorrow turning into rage. “What right do you have to blame me? Weren’t you in those photos? Didn’t you do all those things? I just showed her the truth.”
Michael was furious because she was right. No one had forced him. He had gone to Natasha entirely out of his own lust and gain.
He didn’t deserve sympathy.
He shoved Natasha out the door before slumping against it in despair.
Thad witnessed this scene myself, if Michael had seen those posts earlier, would he have chosen differently? Would he still have destroyed our relationship? Maybe not.
Because a man’s nature was hard to change.
