Chapter 3
In the videos, she and Wayne looked like a real couple.
Finally, someone couldn’t stand it and left a comment.
“Just five words, this girl is a ho!”
I looked closer at the username-it was one of Wayne’s buddies.
We’d met a few times at parties.
I didn’t expect he was anything like Wayne and actually stood up for what’s right.
I gave his comment a like.
After that, the videos stopped.
Three minutes later, I got an international call. It was Wayne.
“Diana, are you out of your damn mind?
“She’s just a college girl who hasn’t even graduated, and you’re smearing her like this? What the hell is wrong with you?
“I’ve told you a million times, Nikita and I grew up like siblings. Not by blood, but closer than real. Don’t use your filthy mind to taint us. But then again, what would an orphan like you know about family?”
This man, who once shared my bed, was now tearing into me for another woman.
I thought my heart had already gone numb. Turns out, it could still bleed.
“Heh. ‘Siblings’ who lick each other’s fingers, who share a room, a tent, or even a night together? ‘Siblings’ who leave his wife behind in an avalanche but stay with his ‘sister’? Wow. Truly touching.”
Wayne snapped. He started swearing.
I hung up on him.
While he was still abroad, I moved out.
Before we got married, I worked hard and bought a tiny 45-square-meter house.
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Now that we’re divorcing, at least I’ve got a place to go.
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The Clinton family is traditional. Wealthy.
Not long after we married, he begged me to quit my job and be a stay-at-home wife.
I was love-struck and agreed without thinking.
And for five years, I lived on his allowance, treated like a servant, not a wife.
When I heard he was coming back, I sent the divorce papers to his’email.
No reply.
I called him, but no answer.
Then his assistant called me back.
“Ma’am, the boss says he’ll see you-if you apologize to Ms. Keith.”
“Did he read the divorce papers?”
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“… He said if you want a divorce, talk to him directly. But that old trick again? He’s not buying it.”
I laughed.
“Wayne told you that himself? Where is he? Address?”
“He’s celebrating Ms. Keith’s birthday. If you want the address, post an apology on your Instagram…’
“Apologize, my ass!”
I hung up. Then opened my contact list. I clicked on Leroy Hewitt’s name.
He used to speak up for what’s right. Maybe he’s still decent.
I sent him a message, and he replied almost instantly.
I grabbed the divorce papers and left.
At the restaurant, a tall figure leaned against the wall.
“Leroy?” I asked, confused.
He looked up and put
his lighter away.
I asked, “Why are you outside?”
He was tall and strong but had a gentle voice and pale skin.
“Just thought I’d stop by. Maybe help you out.”
I smiled, grateful, and pushed the door open a crack.
Laughter spilled out.
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“Only you, Wayne, could think of something like this. You really just left Diana in Switzerland? Bet she cried like hell.”
“When are you bringing her back, Wayne?”
I gripped the handle, listening to Wayne’s calm drawl.
“What’s the rush? I’ll bring her back when she admits she was wrong. You guys don’t know; she even emailed me a digital divorce agreement the other day. She wanted me to read it, ha! Hilarious. If she ever agrees to a divorce, I’ll tattoo her name on my ass!
“Tsk. She’s just panicking now. Give her a few days; let her calm down. She still thinks she’s the campus belle of New York University or something.”
I exhaled. Then shoved the door open hard.
“Wayne, no need for you to bring me back. I’m already here.”
I walked right up to him and slapped him twice. Then threw the divorce papers in his face.
“Here’s the agreement. Whoever doesn’t sign is a coward.
“And no need to tattoo my name. I’m disgusted by the thought.”
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