9

I held the steering wheel with one hand and drove quickly on the highway. I listened to "Survivor" by Destiny's Child on the car speaker.

I was not afraid of Kalus investigating my background. I just did not understand why a man who had ignored me for three years suddenly became interested in me only after our divorce.

Kalus was a total jerk. He would only look at me disgusted when I really cared for him. But as soon as I was cold with him, he would not stop bothering me.

I glared a bit when I glanced back at the rearview mirror.

Kalus's Lamborghini wasn't too far behind me, either.

"Hah! He thinks he's going to catch up with me, huh? Dream on!"

I snickered and jammed the gas pedal.

My Bugatti shot forward like a bolt of lightning and was gone in the time it took to blink one eye.

"Get after her fast, tight!" Kalus, riding up front, urged Ian.

Ian had never driven so fast before. He could feel his heart ready to leave his body.

Ian found it difficult to close in on the Bugatti and only managed to see its taillights. Kalus wore an unreadable face but breathed a quiet relief.

"Mr. Mike, the little madam is such a good driver! No wonder she's got the Fujiwara Tofu Shop sticker!" Ian sighed in admiration.

"What tofu shop?" Kalus was frowning with confusion.

"See her booty!

Kalus's expression clouded instantly. Ian was that frightened he sweated cold. "Sorry, I meant her car bumper…"

Kalus peered closer and saw that indeed there was a white sticker at the back of the Bugatti with the inscription, "Fujiwara Tofu Shop AE86."

It was kind of funny.

"Don't you know? The young madam likes to watch anime, and her favorite is 'Initial D'. This anime was always playing on the living room television when I went to visit her."

Ian's excitement increased. "I did not expect the young madam to be a good driver! I always thought that she was a weak woman who could not take care of herself."

Kalus was also deceived by this woman.

What irritated Kalus more was that his secretary knew more about his wife than he did.

"Oh no! Young Madam is speeding!"

"Follow her! If you cannot keep up, I'll cut your annual wages!" Kalus clenched his teeth. His handsome face was as perfect as a sculpture.

Ian was not afraid of his wages being cut, but he was even more scared of getting into an accident and killing them both.

Finally, I made two quick turns, and they were no longer able to see my taillights.

"I lost her…"

Ian shrank back.

Kalus punched the car window. His veins on his forehead were bulging.

He was thinking, 'Amara, why are you keeping secrets from me? What is your true identity?'

*

Frank and Dean paid a nighttime visit to their sister's high-end villa.

Denz brothers were busy cooking in the open kitchen while I was gaming. I licked a lollipop watching my handsome brothers cook.

"Woohoo! Aced it!"

I looked at what I obtained on the screen and clapped my hands victoriously.

"You're not at all rusty, Dera."

Dean looked at me with his gleaming eyes. My most charming smile was with my brothers.

"Look at my score! It's perfect!"

I thus seemed so cute on my knees in the chair with the lollipop waved around like a wand.

Dean shouted, "Hah! So arrogant of you! Let us play a game, and I'll teach you some manners!"

"Dera trounced you so much last time that your name isn't on the board. So don't be a wise guy," Frank warned as he diced up a steak cube and presented it to me.

"Hmph! That's just because Drew pulled out! He suddenly had a mission. Otherwise, we'd definitely win!" Dean was not entirely sure.

"I'm going to begin cooking. Dera, you ought to wait in the living room because you are allergic to smoke." Frank reminded me nicely.

I was surprised for a second. I suddenly felt like crying.

I didn't have the guts to tell my brothers that I had been cooking for three years for the Mikes, even though I was allergic to smoke. I had been smelling cooking fumes for three years, so I gradually became immune to them. My hands also toughened with callouses.

If I told them, Frank would be kind because of his religion, but my other three brothers would definitely ruin the Mike family.

I was the princess of the Denz family. They never made me do a single thing, so how could they allow the Mikes to treat me like a servant?

Fortunately, I returned home. I promised that I would never stoop to the level of a man whom I would never get.

Frank's phone was ringing at this time.

He quickly washed his hands using his apron and took out his phone. He then stared at me with an expression mixed with anger.

"Dera, your ex-husband is on the phone again."

"What the fuck?! Does he think he can just call you whenever he feels like calling you?!"

I grew angry, and my face turned red. The lollipop in my mouth fell to the table.

"What do you mean? Is that jerkface disturbing you, Ash?"

Dean sat next to me and picked up the lollipop on the table and put it in his mouth, doing as if nothing happened. "No way! Did that jerk assume that Frank was your boyfriend after he saw you two watching fireworks at the Moon River?"

"Yeah."

Dean shouted. "What the heck?! Is he blind?!"

"What? Am I not handsome enough to be Dera's boyfriend?" Frank laughed.

"Kalus must be blind. You don't look like boyfriend material. You look more like Dera's father the way you treat her!"

My brothers were teasing me, trying to make me feel better. I was so touched that I was going to cry.

They were so much fun.

"Should I get it?" Frank asked.

Dean said, "Hell no!"

I said, "Yes!"

Frank obeyed his sister and put the call on speakerphone.

"I'm searching for my wife." Kalus's tone was slightly milder than his tone in the morning. He even sounded slightly possessive too.

"What the hell…"

Dean was so angry that he was about to swear at Kalus, but I banged his head on the table.

"Mr. Mike, Amara is not your wife anymore. You are divorced now." Frank reminded Kalus in a soothing tone. He also addressed Amara by her name so that I would not be caught.

"She knows that she remains my wife." Kalus's voice was as cold as ice that the Denzs felt a chill in the kitchen.

"Kalus, why were you chasing me so aggressively just now?" I cut off the speakerphone and asked roughly.

"I have to say something to you in confidence."

I entered a room, closed the door, and breathed in deeply before answering, "I'm busy, so come on."

"Why did you change your number?" Kalus insisted.

"I just need a fresh start."

"How is Grandpa supposed to contact you? Give me your new number so that I can contact you next time." Kalus was being self-righteously.

"That's easy. You can contact me through Mr. Denz if you wish to." I smiled insincerely.

"Amara, is revenge this?"

Kalus clenched his teeth and responded venomously, "Are you so keen to become Frank's housemate that you cannot wait for us to finalize the divorce? Do you know whether you would be Amara Kol with Frank, or have you assumed another name?"

"Kalus!" I was angry. I clenched my fists.

"You're naive if you think you can lash back at me like this. Do you think I care about the men you're with?"

Kalus snarled in anger. "Don't make Grandpa disappointed with you. Don't let Grandpa know that the woman he loves dearly is just a prostitute! If you want to be a prostitute, be careful before Grandpa turns 80. Don't let these rumors reach Grandpa's ears!"

I was angry and could not reply and hung up at once.

I leaned back against the wall and breathed in deeply. But I could not eliminate the aching in my heart.

Why was it still aching so badly? I had promised myself that I would not care for Kalus anymore.

I massaged the edges of my eyes, which gradually turned red with disappointment.

"Kalus, how could you think of me like that? It just so happens that my 13-year-old crush on you was such a monumental mistake…"