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When I came out of the operating room, my face was ghost–white thy parents were waiting for me, their expressions pained. They didn’t say anything what could they say?
My phone buzzed nonstop, the screen lit up with missed calls and texts. All from Neil.
[Angela, where are you? Why aren’t you answering?
[Angela, where did you go? Say something!!
[Angela, what’s wrong? I’m back. I’m waiting for you at home.)
I called Maya to tweak a few details in the divorce agreement. Then I texted Neil:
[I went out with my parents to clear my head. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a week.)
His reply came almost instantly:
Okay, I’ll wait for you!)
I scoffed. ‘You’ll be waiting forever.!
After I was discharged, my parents brought my bags back to the house. Not long after, 1 listed the property for sale 20% below market value. Nell must’ve heard about it, but he
didn’t dare say a word.
Once I was fully recovered, Rowina’s birthday rolled around. She called me herself, her tone
as sharp as ever.
“You better show up,” she barked. Then, like clockwork: “Honestly, I don’t know what Neil sees in you. Out of all the women out there, he insists on being with someone who can’t even have children.”
Before, I would’ve swallowed my pride and bitten my tongue. But now? I was divorcing Nell. Why should I pretend to respect her?
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I let out a cold laugh. “I don’t know either, Rowina. Maybe Neil just has bad taste.”
There was a pause, then her screeching voice: “What did you just say?!”
I hung up. No hesitation.
I knew she’d run straight to Neil, but I didn’t care. She could tattle all she wanted–I was
done with him, done with all of it.
I’d go
to that birthday party, all right. Not only would I go, but I’d make sure the Schmidt family wouldn’t forget it anytime soon.
Meanwhile, Maya finalized the divorce agreement. Neil texted later, claiming he had to “work late” again. I played along, reassuring him with a smiley–faced lie:
[Sure, go ahead. I’ll attend the party alone.]
But I wasn’t done yet. I found Cecelia’s alternate social media account, and this time, she
wasn’t holding back. She’d posted a picture of Neil’s side profile with the caption:
[Finally standing beside him. Tonight, as part of his family!]
‘Bold move,‘ I thought, saving a screenshot.
I gathered every last shred of evidence, packed my bags, and moved back to my parents‘ house. The house sold fast, and the money was already sitting pretty in my account.
‘Neil, enjoy your shiny new life with your little family.”
At exactly 8 p.m., Neil found out he’d been blocked. At the same time, I dropped the bomb:
[Five years of marriage–thank you for everything. From now on, goodbye forever. PS: I’m selling 20% of SchmidtCorp shares. Interested buyers can contact me.]
The internet exploded.
Netizens‘ Comments:
[A high–profile divorce with no warning? I almost missed this drama!]
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[Wait, what happened? Just like that, they’re done?]
[Cheating! Five years, no kids–it’s normal for a man to look elsewhere, isn’t it?)
[Excuse me? No kids doesn’t mean you can cheat and knock up the side chick. Would you let your wife raise the mistress’s kid?]
I spotted one of the usernames stirring the pot–it was Maya. Of course. She was out there, furious on my behalf, publicly shaming Neil in her own subtle way.
I couldn’t help but smile. At least I still had people who had my back.
Soon, the comment section was chaos.
[20% of SchmidtCorp shares? Girl, you’re about to be filthy rich!]
[Most marriages in wealthy families are business arrangements. Why take it so seriously?]
[If you agreed to marry into that kind of life, you should’ve expected this. Now you’re crying?]
[Are you kidding? Angela and Neil were in love. Did you all forget how sweet they used to be? Neil Schmidt once booked every LED screen in the city to confess his love. Did you lose your memories?]
[Show us what the mistress looks like!]
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