Then I tagged Matco.
“Don’t forget to film it and send it to me. Everyone deserves to enjoy the show.”
Mateo almost instantly, “Mrs. Wayne, we were just joking back then. If that jake make you uncomfortable, we’re really sorry!”
Henry jumped in right after, “Mrs, Wayne, you’ve never even called us by our names before. But don’t worry, we not having any opinion about it! So please, just let us off the hook this time! I was wrong, okay?”
I’d never liked George’s group of friends. Always drinking, partying, each one more of a womanizer than the next. Their wives all know, hut choose to remain silent.
George is actually the most faithful among them
Then George spoke up in the chat. “Go shoot that video! A promise is a promise
And so… Henry really went to took the laxative.
And Mateo really filmed it.
Later, the video was posted on TikTok
I thought I’d laugh. But somehow, it just didn’t feel funny anymore]
The firm “victim” after my divorce came.
It was Henry. George cut off all cooperation with him, and without George’s business, Henry’s company couldn’t survive the cash flow issues, ir collapsed in no time.
Next was Mateo, same story.
Finally, it was my best friend Vera. Just moments before, she was happily divorced, keeping a young pretty boy by her side. But the next second, her company’s ran into financial trouble.]
When the found me, I was on the street making pancakes.
“Have you lose your damn mind! You divorced George, and now you’re out here flipping pancakes like some street vendor? You must’ve been so bored with your perfect life, huh?
The first thing to her is mocked me
Then she said, “George is fully buried in work now. He won’t let any woman near him. Anyone who tries to do business with him and brings a woman? He shuts it down, flat–out. Walks away from the deal. Even in his own office, his secretary team? Not a single female. Not one. Some employees are even saying he’s discriminating against women‘
“You really don’t know why he’s doing this, Isabella?“||
1 flipped a pancake. The thin batter hissed in the oil warm and familiar. I remembered I was good at this, and George used to love them. He used to joke that if he ever lost everything, I could just support him by selling pancakes
But that’s all the past now.
I asked Vers, “Why?”
“Because of you! Because you didn’t like him flirting with other women, so he’s gotten rid of every single
be one around him!! For God’s sake. Isabella, he
loves you! After the divorce, he hasn’t been in a single scandal!“||
I raised an eye brows, “Oh wow, should I give him an award or something?”
I knew what Vera was getting at. She desperately wanted us to get back together, so she could saved her company.
Then a voice cut through the tension. “Thanks, dear! I really need that bathroom break Are these pancakes makes by your own? Oh, they’re looks so good! Let me pack them up for you.” It was the actual pancake vendor, hack from the bathroom.
She packed me a pancakes, and seeing Vera besides me, gave her one too
Vera was confused, “This stall isn’t yours?”
I was also confused. “I have a billion dollars, as long as I don’t squander it all, I can just wait for past rest of my life would be fine. Even if I did sell pancakes. I still don’t need to man the stall myself!”
She went quiet, looking me up and down for a long moment, “You seem to have changed, a lot. More beautiful, confident, and mature. I remember before, you always looked so tired.”
Back then, George would come home late all the time. He’d either have a whiff of perfume, Lipstick marks, or had the flirting texts from women who were clearly after him
But luckily, I was strong enough not to let his gaslighting get to me.]
And that’s why I didn’t really care anymore.]]
Because the more I cared, the more unbalanced my relationship with George became.
I was like accessory to him, without my own identity]
And he saw me that way too, so he kept ordering me around.
I told Vera don’t contact me anymore, not for any particular reason, just wanted to cut ties with her, completely
It was something I’d wanted to do for a long time []
She confused more. “Why?”
Just like how she never understood why I wanted a divorce, even George hadn’t actually cheated.]
I said I wanted to be respected.
She scoffed like I was being childish, “If my husband gave me three million a month, I’d take care of his mistress during postpartum without complaining! We’re already adults. Still talking about love and dignity? Please. You’re being too precious!”
But George and I got together because of love, because he respected me. Cherished me.]
He doesn’t love me or respect me anymore, so why should I stay just for the money?
And now that I’ve left, I still have the money ||
When I finished the pancakes, I already walked to the end of the night market ||
In a glimpse, I spotted a familiar figure
It was Hannah. She was selling sausages, and a baby strapped to her back
We made eye contact, and she quickly looked away. A young man was sitting next to her, drinking and eating meat.[]
He bursed, “You should be grateful I even want you and your kid! What decent guy would want a bar hostess! At least selling sausages with me makes you a law–abiding citizen… where are you going?”
Perhaps feeling my gaze was too piercing, she straightened up and walked over to me
“Here to laugh at me? Are you happy now? Look at where I’ve ended up! You think you’re better? Please. Neither of us has a degree i
e or a real career!!“[]
I calmly said, “That’s cute. You were never even worthy of being my rival. You weren’t even on my radar. And the fact that you came all the way over
here to say all this? just makes you look even more broken.”
