Chapter 8

Midway through, Oscar seemed to have a moment of clarity and sent me a sorrowful voice message, but I had already blocked him.

In any case, they were caught by Donald’s people.

With the photos in hand, Donald agreed to the divorce, willing to let the two lovebirds be together—but he wasn’t going to give Sharon a single cent.

I had no doubt that a fool like Oscar must have, for a brief moment, felt the urge to take responsibility for Sharon.

Until she refused.

In disbelief, she demanded, “Why would I hire you if I'm not getting a single cent out of it?”

Oscar was even more shocked.

“You told me you were being abused, that you couldn’t stand it anymore, and just wanted to get away from him.”

“What a moron! You think I’m divorcing him for no money? Did you think I was doing it for you? You’re as stupid and naive as ever, just like before—pathetic!”

Sharon's face twisted, losing all traces of the helpless, innocent look she had put on earlier.

From the start, she only want