All Chapters of Walking Away for Good: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The cold wind blew, and the red wine Lucille spilled on my gown seeped into my skin, chilling me to the bone.Judgmental gazes followed me as I left the event hall, but not a single person stepped forward to help.Then, a sharp pain twisted through my abdomen, turning my face pale. I couldn’t help but crouch down as warm liquid trickled down my thighs. Reaching out, I pleaded, "Can someone… help me?"Unfortunately, everyone backed away."Don’t get involved. Leo just defended her once, and it pissed Shawn off.""If you ask me, Imelda really isn’t good enough for Shawn. She’s as fat as a pig—no wonder he doesn’t want her.""And she’s got a nasty attitude. She spilled wine all over Lucille earlier and didn’t even apologize!"Not far away, Lucille Russell gasped in surprise, "Shawn, your wife doesn’t look well…""This is all my fault," she sniffled pitifully. "I was so focused on discussing work with you that I forgot to keep my distance, and that upset her…"Full of sympathy, Sha

That shirt—I was the one who gave it to Shawn.Back then, we were still struggling. He had to attend business events, but he didn’t even own a single branded shirt. So I survived on plain bread and instant noodles for a whole month just to buy it for him as a birthday gift.My eyes burned red. "Shawn, that was my birthday gift to you!"Lucille looked utterly aggrieved. "I’m so sorry… My belly is just too big. I couldn’t find anything to wear, so I… I’ll leave now. I didn’t mean to intrude."However, Shawn grabbed her wrist. "It’s late, and you’re pregnant. Why would you leave?"The concern he had for me was completely gone. All that remained was impatience."It’s just an old shirt. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of it? And to think I was worried about you earlier. You don’t even realize you’re in the wrong."Right… just an old shirt.To Shawn, I was nothing more than an old shirt now, wasn’t I?I let out a pained laugh and lunged forward, grabbing the edge of t

With the IV drip in place, only Shawn and I remained in the hospital room. He stood beside the bed, his anger barely contained."Imelda, are you insane? Why did you abort our child?" He trembled with rage, his fury nearly exploding. "If this was just your way of punishing me, then congratulations! You won! You completely pissed me off! Are you not afraid that I'll throw you out for this?"His bloodshot eyes burned with resentment, but when he looked at me, I was completely calm."Shawn Sutherland," I said, my voice chillingly even, "Tell me, if I hadn’t gotten an abortion that day, when do you think the baby would have died? Would it have been when Lucille pushed me down, and I was rushed to the hospital, bleeding?"Or when I was thrown out in the freezing cold, collapsing at your doorstep, begging you to let me in?"Or just now, when Lucille shoved me down the stairs, leaving me battered and bruised?"With every word I spoke, the color drained from Shawn’s face, until he collaps

Lucille was live-streaming her own death. She stood on the rooftop, wrapped in a striking rose-red gown, her frail body shivering violently under the biting wind.Facing the entire world, she screamed, "You all forced me into this! You want me dead!"The comment section exploded with messages scrolling at lightning speed:[Quit acting. If you’ve got the guts, then just jump.][Typical attention-seeking move. Seen this a million times before.][You did something disgusting and now you want to guilt-trip everyone? You must be insane.]Lucille’s feet crept closer and closer to the edge.A sudden gust of wind blew through—She slipped.For a terrifying moment, it looked like she was about to plunge straight down, but she managed to steady herself although her face had gone completely pale with fear.Just as she hesitated, wondering whether she should truly jump, Shawn finally arrived. His face was dark, his voice cold as he yelled, "Lucille, are you out of your mind?! Get down fr

Lucille Russell’s death was ultimately ruled an accident.With the case closed, Shawn was released without charges, but thanks to the evidence of his infidelity, I managed to win the majority of our marital assets, including all of his shares in the company.On the day when the divorce was finalized completely, he showed up late, looking like a stray dog. He didn’t say a word and just signed his name.Then, he said, "Imelda, everything you took from me—I’ll take it all back one day."But I felt free. For the first time, I gave him a pleasant smile."I’ll be waiting."Not long after, I heard that he had lost everything in a failed investment. Even his last home was repossessed. He was left with nothing.At that moment, I was hosting a press conference, announcing the company’s new name: Lowe Corporation.Ironically, Lucille’s livestream scandal had given the company an unexpected surge in popularity. Ever since the ownership transfer, public support for our business had skyrocke