All Chapters of Moving On from a Cheater: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Stanley said, "Sorry, something came up," and abruptly hung up the phone. Fiora stared at the screen in disbelief. Did he really just hang up on her like that? Anger surged within her, and she threw her phone in frustration.Stanley was oblivious to her tantrum. His tone was icy as he addressed Wendy, "You're released already?" It sounded as if he felt Wendy hadn't spent enough time in prison."Don’t treat me so coldly, Mr. Stein," Wendy said, her eyes teary as she rushed forward, hugging his waist. "Do you know how much I've missed you?" She played the victim well, her innocent appearance and watery eyes making her look pitiful.Stanley removed her hands. "Because of you, Iris and I are divorced. Do you realize how much I hate you?""She divorced you? I didn't know that..." Wendy feigned shock, her voice trembling. "I can explain to her.""Explain?" Stanley squeezed her wrist, his patience wearing thin. "What are you gonna say?"His grip was so strong that Wendy felt like he

Vince nodded as he recounted the incident. "It happened last night. We were doing late-night business so we closed late. I remember it was around eleven o'clock when three men came in. They ordered grilled lobster and beer. There were two women at the table next to them. When the women were leaving, one of the women accidentally bumped into one of the men. The man demanded an apology. I wasn't present at the time, so I don’t know if she apologized. Anyway, an argument broke out."The men started pushing the women. Worried for their safety and the reputation of my business, I stepped in to intervene. But the three men were aggressive and ignored my apologies. They kept pushing the women, and one woman fell onto an uncleaned table. The other woman pushed the man back. In response, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the restaurant."I followed them outside and saw the man beating the woman. I tried to pull him away, but he was too strong and knocked me down. I hit my head

Iris responded with a soft acknowledgment as Elise left the living room. Leaning back on the couch, Iris fell into a daze, her thoughts swirling.Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message from Jason: [When are you coming back?]She stared at the screen for a long time, contemplating her response. Finally, she typed back: [In the afternoon.]He did not reply. Scrolling through their chat, she realized they had built up quite a long conversation history."Lunch is ready," Elise announced about half an hour later when she returned to the living room.Iris got up to wash her hands.Tom had brought home a variety of braised dishes, while Kendra had prepared a few hot dishes. At the dining table, Kendra expressed her concerns and asked Iris many questions about Vince's situation. Iris assured her that he would be fine, which seemed to ease Kendra's worries.After lunch, Iris drove back to work. She parked her car and walked into the building. While she was waiting for the elevator, Ja

Iris looked at Brad with a critical eye. "If you're not interested in practicing law, you might want to consider changing your career."She felt that he was wasting his time at the law firm since he wasn't actually doing anything.But Brad shrugged off her comments. He was actually quite content with this arrangement. "Working" at the firm allowed him to appease his family while still enjoying his carefree lifestyle without getting nagged by his old man."I'm heading out, then," he said.He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, casual pants, and white sneakers. He twirled his car keys nonchalantly, exuding a carefree attitude.Once in the car, he cranked up the music to the maximum volume, moving to the rhythm as he backed out of the driveway. Once outside, he hit the gas, launching into the open road.The traffic lessened when he reached the city outskirts.With the window down, the breeze tousled his short hair, and he savored the freedom of the open road. Suddenly, s

Stanley frowned, "Don't act like a spoiled brat with me. I never made any plans with you. If you claim I did, show me the evidence.""The text you sent me – does that not count as evidence? I'm not blind; I can read. I lost my phone while I was running away, so I don't have the proof with me." She reached out, "Let me see your phone."Stanley was certain he hadn't sent her any messages to meet up, so he pulled out his phone and handed it to Fiora.As she scrolled through their chat history, Fiora's frustration grew. She didn't find the message where he supposedly asked her out."You deleted it!?" Fiora exclaimed, smashing the phone against him in anger. "I won't let this matter rest!"The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, the screen cracking upon impact.Stanley glared at her fiercely. His wrath was so fearsome that Fiora couldn't meet his gaze.Picking up the phone, Stanley shoved it back into his pocket. His eyes were cold and intimidating like the winter win