Yves followed me. "Where are you going?""On a trip. To forget all my troubles."Yves opened his mouth, but it took him a while before he said, "Fine, do what you want. I'll have to keep an eye on the Westmore deal. Tell me if you need more money for the trip."My phone's screen lit up. He had Venmoed me for 45 grand. There was no reason not to take the gift. Nevertheless, I continued packing my stuff. Yves tried to say something, but I refused to entertain him."Think about the divorce. Take your time.""I won't sign the papers!" he said adamantly. I knew he refused to get a divorce because he was still dealing with Evernew Group's boss, Mr. Philip Queenston.Philip was an old-school man who despised cheaters, especially married cheaters. I hopped off my plane and went straight to Grandwater Hotel. When I saw the man I wanted inside the lobby, I approached him. "Mr. Queenston?""Ah, Ms. Season."Yep, that was the guy. I looked at Charles Queenston, and he smiled. "Are you sure
Joyce rolled her eyes. "Of course, he does. He's just not fit to see you, so he sent me."I nodded. "Good. Tell Yves he needs to sign the papers ASAP."Joyce refused to do that. "No. According to your contributions to the company, you can only get the house at most."I laughed. "You'll lose horribly when it comes to the settlement fight, Joyce. Don't try to mess with a married man's wife."Joyce paled. She held her belly and was about to say something, but I only gave her a side-eye. "Don't try to act tough. I let you run around not because I was scared but because you would never be a match for me."I said, "I'm not your enemy. That title goes to Yves. Convince him to sign the papers, and you'll be rewarded.""What kind of reward?" Her eyes glinted with cunning.I could barely keep the sneer off my face. Still, I drawled, "While Yves and I are still married, every single cent you spend belongs to me. I'll be taking that back. All of that. However, if you can make him sign the
I laughed right at his face. "Should I feel touched? I don't care. I won't come back to you." I snatched my hand back and left.Yves shouted, "So you don't care about everything we went through?"I looked at him. "You're going to be a father. What's the point of bringing up the past?"Yves paled. He remained rooted to his spot even after I'd gotten into my car. We used to have a baby. Well, I was pregnant. Unfortunately, I kept to a busy schedule, meeting our clients due to our business, which translated to heavy drinking.When I came back one day, my stomach screamed out in pain. I went to the loo, and when I was done, the lavatory looked like it came straight out of a horror movie where a body was carved up over it. I was petrified, and Yves took me to the hospital.I had a miscarriage. If I didn't try to stay healthy, getting pregnant again would be difficult for me. The doctor scolded Yves and me for being so careless. When he found out I was drinking, he was enraged."If you
Charles obviously wanted to push Yves over the edge. He could've stopped after kicking Yves out of the board. This was a bit too far, and I wondered why. Regardless, it wasn't as though I was all that curious. This was none of my business anymore.The next day, I saw Yves downstairs. I'd just bought a whole week's worth of food and was about to film a video about it to share with my friends, but I just had to run into him.Yves' eyes lit up when he saw me, and he quickly came up to me. "I knew you'd be here. You still remember what we said!"Oh, right. I just remembered what we said when we got hitched. We'd get a big apartment once we made it big. The same apartment I bought. We could see Lakeside Park from across if we looked out the window. He thought I would pick this place as my new abode, and he got it right.Thus, he had been camping out for me here. "I've been looking for you the whole month!"I heaved a sigh and proposed we sit down for a chat. We went to a nearby coffee
That was a small price to pay for my peace of mind. I knew he would never rise to prominence, even with that money. He betrayed his marriage and went back on his word. He would never thrive in any industry.With Charles pinning him down, it didn't take long before that money was gone. Joyce found him, after all. They were on the streets when I bumped into them again. I was in a car, going on a trip with my friend.Suddenly, I noticed a couple having a scuffle on the streets. Joyce was grabbing Yves' collar, demanding, "You made me a director because I could talk and drink. But that Queenston guy kicked me out now."She growled, "This won't happen as you wish, Yves. You're not throwing me away like a ragdoll. Who's going to pay for my damages? I gave everything to you, and now I have nothing! You have to do something! You think 75 hundred is enough to pay for my time?"Yves slapped her hard, nearly causing her to fall to the ground. "You think I don't know how you got the Westmore d
My husband,Yves Gordon, got a diamond necklace at an auction. It was my birthday. The next day, I saw another woman wearing that necklace. She was Joyce Cherny, my husband's new sales director. That woman posted a dozen shorts on TikTok to show off her necklace.I commented, 'Nice necklace, but the outfit doesn't match.'Half an hour later, Yves called me. He berated, "I bought Joyce that necklace! She deserves it! She doesn't need you mocking her for it!"If this was the old me, I'd have stormed up to the company and started a fight with Yves. I'd fight that woman who tried to steal my husband away from me. Now? Now, I was just exhausted. Forget anger; I was utterly apathetic to it all.I hung up, and that angered Yves more. He marched back home and saw me arranging my flowers. He was enraged and speechless.Without looking up, I said, "You're early. No overtime today?"My calm response stunned him. Yves asked coldly, "What do you think? Your comment made Joyce cry. What were yo
I had made up my mind to bow out and let Yves have his fun. He could elope with Joyce for all I cared. Once I was done changing the details, I went to the salon to get my hair done, then a whole skincare routine. No point being frugal for a man if he would only spend the money on another woman.That necklace cost about 450 grand. If I were a betting woman, I'd say this key holder was a little souvenir for Joyce as well, but he decided to show some generosity to me. I'd respond in kind. He wanted freedom? He could have it.Once I had my hair done and my skin tended to, I picked up the papers and went to Yves' company. The receptionist noticed me, and her eyes lit up. "Hi, Mrs. Gordon!""Hi. Is your boss in today?""Yes. Mr. Gordon had a meeting this morning."I nodded and took the elevator. Back when Yves and I got married, I Venmoed all his employees a handsome amount of money. So, I knew for a fact that they recognized me.I got out on the sixteenth floor, my heels clacking. Yve
Joyce answered, "Let's go to the restaurant right across the street. Good food there. It's Mr. Gordon's and my usual haunt."She blatantly told me how close she was to my husband. If she wanted to invite trouble, who was I to interfere, right? I nodded. Yves looked a little unnerved seeing me so calm. In the end, he even offered to take my bag.I wrapped my arm around his arm and walked out together. Before we left, I said, "Close the door on the way out, Ms. Cherny."Although Joyce was disgruntled, she closed the door anyway. She looked like a little minion on our payroll. I laughed. Yves had been incessantly humiliating me, even out in public, but I'd been acting too strangely lately. It seemed that my behavior had finally spooked him.He had no idea what to do or how to react. So, he could only feign ignorance as he allowed me to hold his arm.The assistant stared at us with wide eyes. Every time I came, it was either to catch Yves in his affair or start a fight. I'd never acte