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Carlos hung up on me.

I put my cell phone in my purse and was about to leave when I saw the person I least wanted to see in front of me.

Michele Mary.

The woman that Carlos loved with all his heart.

We stood facing each other. I gave her a small smile and was about to walk past her when she said softly, "Are you Mrs. Sky?"

I paused a little and looked at her with corners of my eyes and asked, "What did you say?"

"Are you happy as Mrs. Sky?"

Michele Mary was challenging me. I turned to assess her, and her features were thin, she wore a light layer of makeup, but her lips were bright red. It was a frigid winter here in Seattle, but she wore a thin bluish-grey dress and a black coat over it and black sandals and a black handbag to complete her look.

She was really very beautiful. No wonder Carlos was in love with her.

My rival was standing right in front of me, and I was dying to be jealous of her. I really wanted to ignore her, but she made a point of trying to get at me by saying, "I don't know how you can feel at ease in the place you stole from me? Do you really think that Carlos loves you? Does he say nice words in your ear? Does he take care of you? Does he help you with your home choices? Of course not, Carlos will never do any of this for you! Natalia Moon, you only took the position of Mrs. Sky by force by CEO of the Moo corporation."

Michele's words hit me right in the chest, all the things she said were things Carlos did for her. I would be lying if I didn't say that I am dying of jealousy of her. But what good does it do me to be jealous now? Nothing.

And I couldn't even keep my job as Mrs. Sky.

I smiled indifferently and smiled softly and said, "So what about you? So I gave you a chance two years ago. Whether you are convinced or not, I, Natalia Moon, am Mrs. Sky now. I had my title as president of the Moon group so that Carlos wouldn't ask for your hand.

I never liked to feel intimidated by anyone....

I wouldn't offend anyone if I wasn't offended, but if they offended me, I would definitely make them pay for it.

Yet I allowed Carlos Sky to humiliate me during those two long years.

I smiled bitterly, saying, "I am rich and powerful and can give the Sky family enough money. And you? You have nothing. You have no money and no power. Could you become Mrs. Sky?"

Michele paled when she heard this. Tears filled her eyes and she looked really disappointed. Any man would have felt sympathy for her.

I looked at her coldly and continued, "Don't pretend to be fragile in front of me. Carlos might fall for it, but not me."

Michele was pushed behind someone's back just after I said that. Carlos appeared and kept her safe and sound from my hands behind his broad shoulders. His black coat made him look bigger and colder than usual.

He looked at me with fire in his eyes.

Carlos frowned, his posture was defensive, as if he was afraid that I would intimidate Michele even more.

He must have heard what I said earlier. However, Carlos was not a person who was quick to anger. He tuned his eyes and spoke to me with indifference : "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see a friend, any problem with that?" I faced Michele behind him and teased, "Carlos are you meeting your mistress behind my back?"

When Carlos saw me referring to Michele as his mistress, his expression darkened. And he gave me a direct order saying, "Go back home and wait for me, I will come home early today."

His words sounded very strange, it was as if him going home was a gift to me.

I wonder if I was really that miserable.

Besides we were in front of his ex.

Mocking myself I said, "I'm going home, but let me remind you, I may not care about her existence, but your father will.

Carlos paused and Michele stepped in front of him and held my wrist, she was trying to be important as she tried to explain, "Mrs. Sky, please don't make a mistake."

I was not used to being touched, unconsciously I took my hand away from her. Carlos on an impulse thought I was going to hit her, he pushed her away and put his arms over her defending her.

He was very strong, and because I was taken by surprise, I fell. My face hit the cold hard floor hard.

I looked up in shock to see Carlos caressing Michele's face. He comforted her softly, "It's okay, Michele..."

It even looked as if something had happened to her.

I felt a burning pain on my face and I put my hand on the sore spot and suddenly started laughing.

I laughed at how ridiculous I was and laughed even harder at how much more of an idiot I am.

Carlos saw me laughing and coldly asked, "What are you laughing at?"

I announced each word clearly, "Carlos I am hurt."

I spoke softly and gently still on the floor. Carlos paused and turned to ask his assistant to take me to the hospital, before leaving with Michele.

I saw still from the floor her victorious smile before they left.

Carlos' assistant helped me up and wanted to take me to the hospital, I refused and returned home feeling humiliated, at home I filled the bathtub and soaked in it taking a soothing hot bath.

My face throbbed with pain, but my heart was numb, I even used my large fingernails to scratch my wound violently.

The better he treated it, the more regret I appreciated.

I closed my eyes, and abruptly opened them. Then, I stood up and decided to go write down our divorce agreement, signing my name afterwards and carefully putting the document in the drawer after me.

I thought about the situation for a moment before going into the kitchen to cook, this relaxed me after everything was done and clean I went into the living room to wait for Carlos.

He said he would be home early tonight.

Carlos was the kind of man who kept his word.

I heard noises at the door around three in the morning. I slowly turned my head to look at the door, it was late and dark. Carlos turned on the lights, and when he saw me sitting on the couch, he was shocked and asked, "You haven't gone to sleep yet?"

I got up and walked over to him and grabbed his coat which still had snowflakes on it and still had Michele's scent clinging to it from when he held her in the early morning.

"Carlos, I haven't had dinner yet."

I was never angry with him, however much he treated me I always affectionately called him "Carlos", because I didn't have it in me to say anything about Carlos Sky, who at some point had been so warm and kind to me.

Even if he wasn't that Carlos from a long time ago.

Carlos stood there and looked at me furiously, and after a pause he said quietly: "Natalia, you've been behaving very strangely since yesterday."

"Carlos, I have something to tell you."