Dumping Ex and Spoiled 7

Natalie raised an eyebrow as she looked at the man behind Hubert, feeling quite envious. She was a woman in her twenties, married to Hubert, this super handsome, domineering president, for two years, yet she hadn’t tasted what was right in front of her. Of course, she felt envious. She lifted her chin slightly, her voice a little hoarse. “Honey, you…” Hubert sat on the couch, an air of coldness surrounding him. His handsome brows furrowed slightly as he tossed a document onto the table. “Sign it. Thank you.” Today, Hubert was obviously much calmer than that day. Though his tone lacked warmth, it was definitely not dangerous. Natalie picked up the document, and the words “Divorce Agreement” jumped out at her. This was the kind of phrase that used the gentlest tone to deliver the most hurtful words. The man’s thin lips moved slightly, as if hesitating over something. “If it weren’t for what happened that day, maybe I could have tolerated you. Anyway, thank you for taking care of me. Here’s five hundred million, your alimony. And these five men, they’re for you.” Natalie raised an eyebrow in surprise. Mr. Lawson is quite generous… It seemed he wasn’t as despicable as his mother and sister, who used the guilt letter she signed against her. “Although the Lawson family’s assets aren’t much to me, I’ll keep the money. As for the men, I just want that one,” Natalie said, pointing to a delicate young man behind Hubert, looking no older than seventeen or eighteen. “Women like young men, especially someone like me, a divorced woman.” Hubert narrowed his eyes, a flicker of something strange crossing his face. The Natalie in front of him seemed different from before. Upon hearing about the divorce, she didn’t cry, throw a tantrum, or threaten suicide. She says the Lawson family’s wealth isn’t worth much to her? Now, as she’s about to divorce, she dares to boast like this! In the end, the man gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice, “Natalie, you really dare to ask for it…” Natalie wasn’t sure if he meant the money or the person. According to typical romance drama tropes, women usually choose to leave with nothing to prove they were in it for true love. But she didn’t want that. If Hubert dared to give it, she would dare to take it! Anyway, the Lawson family already believed she married Hubert just for money. So she might as well confirm their thoughts. Since she had decided to leave, she would sever all ties, leaving no room for future regrets. Hubert, along with the four men she didn’t choose, turned and left. Before stepping out, he gave the apartment a cold glance. If Hubert’s expression hadn’t been so frosty, as if coated with a layer of frost, Natalie might have thought he was reluctant to leave. “The apartment stays with you. Dylan will come help me pack up. Sign the papers and give them to Dylan. After the divorce process is completed, he’ll notify you.” Natalie silently nodded. “Okay.” Natalie curled up on the couch, her eyes fixed on the door for a full half hour. With the sound of the door slamming shut, the door in her heart closed as well. She clearly wanted to cry, but a smile lingered on her face. For two years, she had treated every member of the Lawson family like royalty, but they looked down on her, an orphan with no support. In their eyes, she was no different from the servants of the Lawson family. Hubert, because of the car accident, had to maintain his health. She proactively cooked and sent meals to his office. In public, his attitude toward her grew colder. At the company, almost everyone had forgotten her identity as Mrs. Lawson. A few days ago, Hubert had left an important document at home. Despite having a fever, she rushed out in the rain to deliver it. But the rain was so heavy, her car got stuck on the overpass. With no other choice, she left the car behind and ran through the rain, clutching the document. By the time she arrived at the business club, she looked as if she had just stepped out of the shower. When she handed him the document in the private room, she could clearly sense the disdain in his eyes. A client who had just returned from abroad jokingly asked who this dedicated and beautiful woman was. He only muttered her name, “Her name is Natalie.” And just like that, she had no identity at all… But as she turned to leave the private room, Britney just happened to come from the direction of the restroom. Britney smiled brightly, raising her pretty eyebrows arrogantly as she asked, “So you’re that arranged wife for Hubert?” Natalie looked at that delicate face and said nothing. Well, my facial surgery skills have definitely improved. The skin from her ass is perfect for transplanting onto her disfigured face. This technique could really be something to market in the future…